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But mourn, ye sylvan Scenes and shady Bowers; But if he stay detain'd by adverse gales, (saiks,
Vos exemplaria Græca To cool my heart, your waves, ye Oceans, bear!
Nocturnâ versate manu, versate diurpå. Hor, Oh! vaio are all your waves, for Love is there!
But ah! what sudden thought to frenzy moves My torcur d soul?-perhaps, my Damon loves! BATTLE OF THE GODS AND TITANS. Soine fatal beauty, yielding all her charms, Detains the lovely traitor from my arms !
FROM THE THEOGONY OF Hesiod; WITH A DESCRIE Blast ber, ye Skies ! let instant vengeance seize
TION OF TARTARUS, &c. Those guilty charms, whose crime it is to please!
páxne d'Apéyageu lysugar Damon is mine!--fond maid, thy fears subdue !
Πάντες, άc. Am I not jealous ? and my charmer true?
log666. 0! Heaven! from jealousy my bosom save! Cruel as Death, insatiate as tie Grave !
Now sounds the vault of Heaven with load alarms, Ye powers ! of all the ills that ever curst And gods by gods embattling rush to arms : Our sex, sure man, dissembling man is worst ! Here stalk the Titans of portentous size, Like forward boys, awhile in wanton play,
Burst from their dungeons, and assault the skies! He sports with hearts, then throws the toys away : And there, unchain'd
from Erebus and Night, With specious wiles weak woman he assails; Auxiliar giants ? aid the gods in fight: He swears, weeps, smiles, he fatters, and prevails: An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears, Then, in the moment, when the maid believes, And stares from fifty heads amid the stars; The perjur d traitor triumphs, scorns, and leaves. The dreadful brotherhood stern-frowning stands, How oft my Damon swore, th' all-seeing Sun And hurls an hundred rocks from hundred hands Should change his course, and rivers backward The Titans rush'd with fury uncontrol'd: run,
Gods sunk on gods, p'er giant giant rolld; Ere his fond heart should range, or faithless prove Then roar'd the Ocean with a dreadful sound, To the bright object of his stedfast love!
Heaven shook with all its thrones, and groan'd the 0! instant change thy course, all -seeing Sun ! Trembled th' eternal poles at every stroke, (ground, Damon is false! ye Rivers backward run! And frighted Hell from its foundations shook:
But die, O! wretched Celia, die! in vain Noise, horrid noise, th' aerial region fills, Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your pain! Rocks dash on rocks, and hills encounter hills; The tear is fruitless, and the tender sigh,
Through Earth, Air, Heaven, tumultuous clamours And life a load !--forsaken Cielia, die!
And shouts of battle thunder in the skies, [rise, Fly swifter, Time! O! speed the joyful hour! Then Jove omnipotent display'd the god, Receive me, Grave ! then I shall love no more! And all Olympus trembled as he trod : Ah! wretched maid, so sad a cure to prove ! He grasps ten thousand thunders in his hand, Ah! wretched maid, to fly to Death from Love ! Bares his red arm, and wields the forky brand; Yet oh! when this poor frame no more shall live, Then aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings playi Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve ! They flash, and rend through Heaven their flaming Ah me! I'm vain! my death can not appear Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves; (way: Worth the vast price of but a single tear.
Thesing'dEarth groans,and burns with all her groves; Forlorn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go ;
The foods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires, But they have learnt new cruelties of you ! And bickering fame, and smouldering smoke aspires : Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
A night of clouds blots out the golden day; And faint with grief she scarce my sighs returns ! Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play: Then, sighs, adieu! ye nobler passions, rise ! Ev'n Chaos burns: again Earth groans, Heaven roars, Be wise, fond maid !--but who in love is wise ? As tumbling downward with its shining towers; I rage, I rail, th' extremes of anger prove, Or burst this Earth, torn fronı her central place, Nay, almost hate!--then love thee beyond love! With dire disruption from her deepest base: Pity, kind Heaven, and right an injur'd maid ! Nor slept the Wind: the Wind new horrour forms, Yet, oh' yet, spare the dear deceiver's head ! Clouds dash on clouds before th' ontrageous storms, If from the sultry suns at noon-tide hours
While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rise, He seeks the covert of the breezy bowers,
And half the deserts mount th' encumber'd skies : Awake, O South, and where my charmer lies, At once the tempest bellows, lightnings fly, Bid roses bloom, and beds of fragrance rise ! The thunders roar, and clouds involve the sky: Gently, () gently round in whispers fly,
Stipendous were the deeds of heavenly might; Sigh to his sighs, and fan the glowing sky! What less, when gods conflicting cope in fight? If o'er the waves he cuts the liquid way,
Now Heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
Ageon, Cottus, Gyges.
Here stalks Ægeon, here fierce Gyges moves, And from an hundred mouths in vengeance flings
Fires dart from every crest; and, as he turns,
Unutterably fierce! the bright abodes Down rushing headlong from the aerial height, Frequent they shake, and terrify the gods : Scarce reaches Farth; thence rost in giddy rounds Now bellowing like a savage bull, they roar, Scarce reaches in nine days th’infernal bounds : Or angry lions in the midnight hour ; A wall of iron of stupendous height
Now y«ll like furious whelps, or hiss like snakes; Guards the dire dungeons, black with threefold The rocks rebound, and very mountain shakes : night:
He hurl'd defiance 'gainst th’immortal powers, High o'er the horrours of th' eternal shade
And Heaven had seiz'd with all its shining towers, The stedfast base of earth and seas is laid ;
But, at the voice of Jove, from pole to pole There in coercive durance Jove detains
Red lightnings fash, and raging thunders roll, The groaning Titans in affictive chains.
Rattling o'er all th' expansion of the skies, A seat of woe! remote from chearful day,
Bolt after bolt o'er earth and ocean fies. Through gulphs impassable, a boundless way. Stern frowns the god amidst the lightnings blaze,
Above these realms a brazen structure stands Olympus shakes from his eternal base ;
Fires from Typhoeus flash: with dreadful sound Fierce guards of Jove! from hence the fountains Storms rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground; rise
Above, below, the conflagration roars, That wash the earth, or wander through the skies; Ev'n the seas kindled burn through all their shores, That groaning murmur through the realm of woes, Deluge of fire! Farth rocks her tottering coasts, Or feed the channels were the ocean flows; And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts; Coll cted hormurs throng the dire abodes,
Ev'n the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors, Horrid and fell ! detested ev'n by gods !
Start at the din that rends th' infemal shorcs : Enormous golph! immense the bounds appear, Then, in full wrath, Jove all the god applies, Wasteful and void, the journey of a year :
And all his thunders burst at once the skies; Where beating storms, as in wild whirls they fight, And rushing gloomy from th’ Olympian brow, Toss the pale wanderer, and retoss through night: He blasts the giant with th' almighty blow; The powers immortal with affright survey
The giant tumbling sinks ben ath the wound, The hideous chasm, and seal it up from day. (rears And with enormous ruin rocks the ground:
Hence through the vault of Heaven huge Atlas Nor yet the lightnings of th’ Almighty stay, [way;
As iron fusile from the furnace flows,
In burning channels roll the liquid Aamrs; She from her lamp, with beaming radiance bright, Thus melted earth, and Jove, from realms on high, Poors o'er th' expanded Earth a flood of light: Plunge the huge giant to the nether sky. Bat Night, by Sleep attended, rides in shades, Then from Typho us spring the winds that bear Brother of Death, and all that breathes invades: Storms on their wings, and thunder in the air : From her 'foul womb they sprung, resistless powers, But from the gods descend of milder kind, Nurs'd in the horrours of Tartarean bowers, The East, the West, the Sonth, and Boreal wind; Remote from Day, when with her faming wheels These in soft whispers breathe a friendly breeze, She mounts the skies, or paints the western hills : Play through the groves, or sport upon the seas; With downy footsteps Sleep in silence glidas They fan the sultry air with cooling gales, O'er the wide earth, and o’er the spacious tides; And waft from realm to realm the flying sails : The friend of life! Death unrelenting bears The rest in storms of sounding whirlwinds fly, An iton beast, and laughs at human cares; Toss the wild waves, and battle in the sky; She makes the mouldering race of man her prey, Patal to man ! at once all Ocean roars, And ev'a th' immortal powers detest her sway. And scatter'd navi s bulge on distant shores.
Thus fell the 4 Titans from the realms above, Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their Beneath the thunder of almighty Jove ;
way, Then Earth impregnate felt maternal woes, (throes: Grass, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay; And shook through all her frame with teeming While towers, and domes, vain boasts of humax Hence rose Typhoens, a gigantic birth,
And now in peace the gods their Jove obey,
And all the thrones of Heaven adore his sway.
THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA. Shall 1, all lost to shame, to Jason fly ?
And yet I must--if Jason bleeds, I die!
Hail, black Disgrace! be fain'd for guilt, my name !
Live through my aid! and fly where wings can
But when he flies, ye poisons, lend your powers, The translator has taken the liberty, in the fol- | That day, Medea treads th' infernal shores !
lowing version from the Argonautics of Apollo- | Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, nius, as well as in the story of Talus, to omit Then the proud dames of Colchos blast thy name: whatever has not an immediate relation to the
I hear them cry— The false Medea’s dead, subject; yet hopes that a due connection is not | Through guilty passion for a stranger's bed ; wanting ; and that the reader will not be dis- Medea, careless of her virgin fame, pleased with these short sketches from a poet, Preterr'd a stranger to a father's name !" who is affirmed to be every where sublime, by ( may I rather yield this vital breath, no less a critic than Longinus; and from whom | Than bear that base dishonour, worse than death!" many verses are borrowed by so great a poet as Thus wail'd the fair, and seiz'd, with horrid joy, Virgil.
Drugs, foes to life, and potent to destroy ;
A magazine of death! Again she pours
A sudden fear her labouring soul invades,
Struck with the horrours of th' infernal shades :
While all the comforts that on life attend,
The cheerful converse, and the faithful friend,
Endearing life, and charm despair away:
Then from her hand the baneful drug she throws,
And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play;
Unguents, that breathe of Heaven, in copious To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey :
showers : Again, the drugs disdaining to supply,
Her robe she next assumes ; bright clasps of gold
Down from her swelling loins, the rest unbound
“ Ah me! where'er 1 turn, before my eyes Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind, A dreadful view, on sorrows sorrows rise !
Blind to the future, to the present blind : Tost in a giddy whirl of strong desire,
Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower, I g!ow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing fire.
Alike unconscious of the bridal hour, O had this spirit from its prison fed,
Join to the car the mules: dire rites to pay, By Dian sent to wander with the dead,
To Hecate's black fane she bends her way; Eie the prond direcians view 'd the colchian skies; A jnice she bears, whose magic virtue tames Ere Jason, lovely Lison, met these eyes!
(Through fell Persephone) the rage of flames; Hell gat, the shining mischief to our coast, li gives the hero, strong in inatchless might, Medea saw him, and Medea's lost
To stand secure of harms in mortal fight;
She mounts the car' ; nor rode th nymph alone;
Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls; Whom wouldst thou fly? Stay, lovely virgin, stay!
By the stern power who guards this sacred place,
By Jove, to whom the stranger's cause belongs, In fair Parthenius, or th’ Amnesian waves, To whom the suppliant, and who feels the wrongs; Sublime in royal state the bounding roes
() guard me, save me, in the needful hour ! Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows; Without thy aid, thy Jason is no more; Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves ; To thee a suppliant, in distress I bend, The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves, To thee a stranger, and who wants a friend ! Th' Amnesian fount, or silver-streaming rills; Then, when between us seas and mountains rise, Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills ! Medea's name shall sound in distant skies; The fawning beasts before the goddess play, All Grecce to thee shall owe her heroes fates, Or, trembling, savage adoration pay:
And bless Medea through her hundred states. Thus on her car sublime the nymph appears, The mother and the wife, who now in vain The crowd falls back, and as she moves reveres ; Roll their sad eyes fast-streaming o'er the main, Swift to the fane aloft her course she bends; Shall stay their tears; the mother and the wife The fane she reaches, and to carth descends: Shall bless thee for a son's or husband's life! Then to her train—" Ah me! I fear we stray, Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' bed, Misled by Folly to this lonely way!
Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus fed, Alas! should Jason with his Greeks appear, Forsook her father, and her native plain, Hliere should we fly? I fear, alas, I fear ! And stemm'd the tumults of the surging main ; No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train, Yet the stern sire relented, and forgave Haunt the cool shade, or tread in dance the plain: The maid, whose only crime it was to save : But since alone;with sports beguile the hours, Ev’n the just gods forgave: and now on high Come chaunt the song, or pluck the blooming flowers: A star she shines, and beautifies the sky : Pluck every sweet, to deck your virgin bowers !” What blessings then shall righteous Heaven decrce Then warbling soft“, she lifts her heavenly voice; For all our heroes sav'd, and sav'd by thee! But sick with mighty love, the song is noise ; Heaven gave thee not, to kill, so soft an air, She hears from every note a discord rise,
And Cruelty sure never look'd so fair!” Till, pausing, on her tongue the music dies; He ceas'd; but left so charming on her ear She hates each object, every face oflends, His voice, that listening still she seem'd to hear : In every wish, her soul to Jason sends;
Her eye to earth she bends with modest grace, With sharpen'd eyes the distant lawn explores, And Heaven in smiles is open'd in her face. To find the object whom her soul adores :
A glance she steals; but rosy blushes spread At every whisper of the passing air,
O'er her fair cheek, and then she drops her head: She starts, she turns, and hopes her Jason there; A thousand words at once to speak she tries; Again she fondly looks, nor looks in vain;
In vain--but speaks a thousand with her eyes : He comes, her Jason shines along the plain. Trembling, the shining casket she expands, As when, einerging from the watery way,
Then gives the magic virtue to his hands ; Refulgent Sirius lifts his golden ray,
And had the power been granted to convey
Her heart had given her very heart away.
EPISTOLA AD AMICUM RUSTICANTEM, Her flush'd cheek glow'd, her very heart was dead;
SCRIPTA VERE INEUNTE CANTAB. 1709.
Ecquid absenti tibi cura Grantæ ?
Ecquid antiqui memor es sodalis !
Chare permultis, mihi præter omnes In silent wonder, and in still amaze :
Chare Georgi. As two fair cedars on the mountain's brow, Pride of the grores! with roots adjoining grow;
Cernis ! ut mulcet levis aura campos ! Eret and motionk-ss the stately trees
Ut rusâ dulci, violisque terram Awhile remain, while sleeps each fanning breeze, Flora depingit, Zephyrusque blandis Till from th'. Eolian caves a blast unbound (sound;
Ventilat alis ! Bends their proud tops, and bids their boughs re- Tarde, quid cessas ? Age Rozinantis Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love Terga conscendas eques ingementis, Strongly at length inspir'd, they speak, they move: Tene ruralis Galatæa duris With smiles the love-sick virgin he survey'd,
Detinet Ulnis? Ani fondly thus addrest the blooming maid :
Digne succendi meliore flammâ !** Dismiss, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear;
Sive Clarissain, Juvenumvè curain 'Tis Jason speaks, no enemy is here!
Philliden mavis, placeatve, quondam Man, haughty man, is of obdurate kind ;
Pulchra, Lycoris. Bat Jason bears no proud, inhuman inind, By gentle mamers, softest arts refin'd.
Temple of Hecate.
• Obeso fuit corpore. 9 Tres elegantes apud Cantabrigiam puellæ.
Tarde, quid cessas ? tibi multa virgo
SIXTEEN ODES OF ANACREON
The wealth of Gyges I despise ;
Gems are useless glittering toys.
Gold I leave, and such vain things, Quin velis scribam quid habet novorum
To the low aim and pride of kings. Granta? Marlburus spoliis onustus,
Let my hair with unguents flow, Gallicas fudit propè Scaldis undam
With rosy garlands crown my brow!
Strage Phalangas. The present moment I enjoy, O! triumphalem gladium recondas !
Doom'd in the next, perhaps, to die ! Ite vos laurus sanie rubentes!
Then, while the hour serenely shines,
Toss the gay die, and quaff thy wines ;
But ever, in the genial hour,
To Bacchus the libation pour, Huc ades divům atque hominum voluptas
Lest Death in wrath approach, and cry, Mollè subridens, Venus ! huc sorores
.“ Man-ataste no more the cup of Joy."
THE POWER OF BEAUTY.
SOME sing of Thebes, and some destroy
In lofty numbers haughty Troy. Flagitas nostræ quid agunt camanæ?
I mourn, alas ! in plaintive strains, Uror infelix! mihi me Belinda
My own captivity and chains ! Surripit! Collum 0! niveum, O! Puellæ
No navy, rang'd in proud array,
Suave labellum! No foot, no horseman,' arm'd to slay, Ah! ut obliquo aspiciens ocello
My peace alarm! Far other foes, Torruit pectus neque tu furoris
Par other hosts, create my woes :
Strange, dangerous hosts, that ambush'd lia
In every bright love-darting eye!
Snch as destroy, when beauty arms
To conquer, dreadful in its charms!
TO HIS MITRESS, Audin' ingenti tonat ut boatu
The gods o'er mortals prove their sway,
And steal them from themselves away:
Transform'd by their almighty hands,
Sad Niobe an image stands ; Aureum nectar! comes it facetus
And Philomel, up-born on wings
Through air, her mournful story sings,
Would Heaven, indulgent to my vow,
The happy change I wish, allow; Jam memor charæ, cyathum coronas,
The envy'd mirror I would be, Virginis :---plenum video !-ah! caveto
That thou might'st always gaze on me;
And could my naked heart appear,
Thou 'dst see thyself-for thou art there !
()! were I made thy folding vest, Hinc adest curæ medicina ! suaves
That thou might'st clasp me to thy breast !
Or turn'd into a fount, to lave Hinc tibi somni, & tibi suaviora
Thy naked beauties in my wave!
Thy bosom-cincture I would grow, Hos bibens succos, nibil invidebis
To warm those little hills of snow; Italis, quamvis cyathi Falerno
Thy ointment, in rich fragrant streams Dulcè nigrescant, neque Gallicanæ
To wander o'er thy beauteous limbs ;
Laudibus uvæ ! Thy chain of shining pearl—to deck, Hic Johannensi latitans suili
And close enabrace thy graceful neck: Grunnio, scribens sitiente labro,
A very sandal I would be
To tread on-if trod on by thee!
3 First published in the Gentleman's Magazine; 1 Juxtà Aldenardum.
and afterwards inserted in the translations of Anglicè bottled ele.
Anacreon, published by Mr. Fawkes.