ODE XXVIII.-A MARINER AND THE GHOST OF ARCHYTAS. BY CHARLES BADHAM, M.D., F.R.S.-1831. Mar. OH Archytas! that measuredst land and sea, A little dust alone remains of thee: A little dust wash'd by Apulia's tide! 5 What has avail'd the science then, that tried await The sire of Pelops, with the gods who sate, 10 15 One night awaits us all! we all must tread The broad and common pathway to the dead. Some, to delight stern Mars, war's furies tear; Some plough the sea for gain, and perish there. 20 Of old and young the funeral pomps pass by: None can the fell Proserpine defy. What marvel, then, that when the southern gale, I drank the Illyrian wave? but listen now: Of Eurus and his blast! large profit speed 25 30 So may Jove aid thee and Tarentum's lord! Not on thyself, thy children shall requite. Thou art in haste; I know it thou say'st well, 40 ODE XXIX.-TO ICCIUS. BY B. A. MARSHALL, ESQ.-1831. Iccius, alack! how soon the fire 5 This fierce preparative for strife and war? Dost thou in chains propose to lead Or kings, unconquer'd yet, of Saba's land? What barbarous maid her charms shall lend, 10 Her lover slain by thy remorseless hand? What youth from festive hall shall come, And nightly there thy sparkling goblet fill? And arrows Serican direct with skill. 15 Who now will dare to hint, or say, 20 In backward flow their native hills to find? Old Tiber some new track shall range? The noble works Panatius left behind, Gather'd with care from every place, That thou, with them, Iberian arms mayst buy, Which now before thy warlike temper fly, Nor gold, nor Indian ivory; Let merchants at their board produce Exchanged for Syrian wares; who brave 25 30 5 10 15 20 ODE XXXIV. BY DR. RIDLEY.-1727. 1 ONCE despised the providence of Jove, 5 For heaven's Almighty, thundering from on high, car. The affrighted ocean trembled at his look, ODE XXXV.-TO FORTUNE. BY T. BOURNE, ESQ.-1831. 10 15 FAIR Antium's goddess! whose sweet smile or frown Can raise weak mortals from the depths of wo, Or bring the lofty pride of triumph down, And bid the bitter tear of funeral grief to flow! Thee the poor farmer courts with anxious prayer: 5 Thee, sovereign of the seas! does he implore, Who in Bythynian bark will boldly steer, Where wild Carpathia's waves in vex'd commotion roar! 13 The Dacian fierce, rude Scythia's wandering bands, Let not thy wrath with scornful foot o'erthrow Or rouse to arms again, and overturn the state. 15 Before thee stalks stern fate, who joys to bear 20 Thee hope, and white-robed faith so seldom found, Attend to cheer; nor from thy presence fly, When those proud halls, for splendour long renown'd Thou leav'st in angry haste and garb of poverty. 25 But that false crew which flatters to betray- Oh goddess! let great Cæsar be thy care, Whose daring sail seeks Britain's distant coast: 30 Return his new-raised bands again to bear Our arms beyond the east-a gallant conquering host. But ah! what crimes are ours! what deeds of shame! Dishonest scars and blood by brothers spilt: Our iron age, well worthy of the name, 35 What has it left undared!-when made a pause in guilt! |