Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philofophic Train be there To foften, not to wound my heart, Exact my own defects to fcan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a THE PROGRESS of POESY. A PINDARIC ODE. Φωνάντα συνετοΐσιν· ἐς Δὲ τὸ πῶν ἑρμηνέων χατίζει. PINDAR, Olymp. II. ADVERTISEMENT. When the Author first published this and the following Ode, he was advised, even by his Friends, to fubjoin fome few explanatory Notes; but had too much refpect for the understanding of his Readers to take that liberty. THE PROGRESS of POESY. A PINDARIC ODE. A I. 1. WAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling From Helicon's harmonious fprings [ftrings. A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The • Awake, my glory: awake, lute and harp. David's Pfalms. Pindar ftyles his own poetry with its musical accompanyments, Αἰολης μολπή, Αιόλιδες χορδαίς Αἰολίδων πνοαὶ ἀυλῶν, Æolian strings, the breath of the Æolian flute. D 3 Æolian fong, The |