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The G E N I U S.
An ODE, written in 1717, on occasion of the
Duke of MARLBOROUGH's Apoplexy.
WEFUL hero, Marlb'rough, rise :
Sleepy charms I come to break;
Which records thy life's great story :
Sieges, battles, thick appear;
Wet with gore, with Naughter stain'd!
All the wonders thou hast wrought;
Th’ utmost bliss, to man allow'd,
Swift the fading scenes remove
Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee ;
IX. Foremost, in the patriot-band,
Shining with distinguish'd day! See thy friend, Godolphin stand ! See! he beckons thee away.
Yonder seats and fields of light
Let thy ravish'd thought explore ;
Half an angel; man no more.
TRANSLATIONS from HORACE,
By Mr. Marriott, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge.
Book I. Ode XVII.
Invitation to his Mistress.
FT Faunus leaves Arcadia's plain,
And to the Sabine hill retreats : He guards my pocks from rushing rain,
From piercing winds, and scorching heats.
Where lurks the thyme, or shrubs appear,
My wanton kids securely play ; My goats no pois’nous serpent fear,
Safe wand'ring through the woodland way.
No hostile wolf the fold invades i
Ustica's pendent rocks rebound My song ; and all the fylvan shades,
By Echo taught, return the found,
The gods my verse propitious hear,
My head from every danger shield : For you, o'erflows the bounteous year,
And Plenty's horn hath heap'd my field,
Responsive to the Teian ftring,
Within the sun-defended vale, Here, softly warbling you shall sing
Each tender, tuneful, am'rous tale.
No rival, here, Ihall burst the bands
That wreathe my charmer's beauteous hair, Nor seize her weakly struggling hands ;
But Love and Horace guard the fair,
Book II. Ode VI. Imitated.
EVIL, that with your friend would roam,
Far from your England's happier home,
wish is to retreat,
But should this pleasing hope be vain,
Here, let our eve of life be spent;