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E PODE II.
For never from his generous gate
With eager, anxious step he came;
A wound so near his heart
And rous'd the active spirits in every part.
To our own sorrows serious heed we give;
But for another's woe soon cease to griere.
Amaz'd the trembling father stood,
While doubtful pleasure, mixt with wild surprise, ANTISTROPHE 11.
Drove from his troubled heart the vital food: In action thus heroic might,
His son's stupendous deed with wondering eyes In council shines the mind sagacious, wise,
He view'd, and how the gracious will Which to the future casts her piercing sight,
Of Heaven to joy had chang'd his fear And sees the train of consequences rise.
And falsificd the messengers of ill. With either talent Chromius blest
Then straight he calls th’ unerring seer, Suppres.es not his active powers :
Divine Tiresias, whose prophetic tongue I hate the miser, whose unsocial breast
Jove's sacred mandates from the tripod sung ; Locks from the world his useless stores.
Who then to all th' attentive throng explain'd Tealth by the bounteous only is enjoy'd, What fate th' immortal gods for Hercules ordain'd. those treasures, in diffusive good employ'd,
ANTISTROPHE IV. The rich returns of fame and friends procure;
What fell despoilers of the land Ane gainst a sad reverse, a safe retreat insure.
The prophet told, what monsters of the main,
Should feel the vengeance of his righteous hand: Thy early virtues, Chromius, deck'd with praise, What savage, proud, pernicious tyrant slain, and these first-fruits of Fame, inspire
To Hercules should bow his head, The Muse to promise for thy future days
Hurl'd from his arbitrary throne, A large increase of merit and renown.
Whose glittering pomp his curs'd ambition fed, s, when of old Jove's mighty son,
And made indignant nations groan. Wirthy bis great immortal sire,
Last, when the giant sons of Earth shall dare north from Alcména's teeming bed
To wage against the gods rebellious war,
Pierc'd by his rapid shafts on Phlegra's plain
stain. Th'imperial cradle Juno quick survey'd,
EPODE IV. Where slept the twins in saffron bands array'd. Then shall his generous toils for ever cease,
With fame, with endless life repaid; Then, glowing with immortal rage,
With pure tranquillity and heavenly peace: The gold-enthroned empress of the gods
Then led in triumph to his starry dome, Her eager thirst of vengeance to assuage,
To grace his spousal bed shall come, Straight to her hated rival's curs'd abodes
In Beauty's glowing bloom array'd, Bade her vindictire serpents haste.
Immortal Hebe ever young. They through the opening valves with speed
In Jove's angust abodes On to the chanıber's deep recesses past,
Then shall he hear the bridal song ; To perpetrate their murderous deed :
Then, in the blest society of gods, And now in knotty mazes to infold
The nuptial banquet share, and, rapt in praise Their desi in'd prey, on curling spires they rollid,
And wonder, round the glitiering mansion gaze. His dauntless brow when young Alcides rear'd, And for tl.eir tirst attempt his intant arins prepar’d.
Fast by the azure necks he held,
Meantime intolerable dread
Congeal'd each female's curdling blood,
Around the languid mother stood.
Her cuinbrous robe regardless off' she threw,
THE ELEVENTH NEMEAN ODE.
of his entering on his office of president or go-
But, with her shrill, distres sul cries alarm’d,
In rush'd each bold Cadmean lord,
A crowd of various cares infest:
(the goddess who presided over the courts of
krums, as the Greeks called them); beseeching Sister of Heaven's almighty sire !
And lo! with frequent offerings they adore father Arcesilas, whom he pronounces happy, as
Thee, first invok'd in every solemn prayer ! well upon account of his sou's merit and honour,
To thee unmixt libations pour, as upon his own great endowments, and good
And fill with odorous fumes the fragrant air, fortune; such as beanty, strength, courage,
Around in festive songs the hymning choir riches, and glory resulting from his many vic
Mix the melodious voice and sounding lyre. tories in the games. But, lest he should be too
While still, prolong'd with hospitable love, much pufied-up with these praises, he reminds
Are solemniz'd the rites of genial Jove: him at the same time of his mortality, and tells
Then guard him, Vesta, through his long career, him, that his clothing of Aesh is perishable, and And let him close in joy his ministerial year. that he must ere long be clothed with earth, the end of all things; and yet, continues he, it is but justice to praise and celebrate the worthy
But bail, Arcesilas! all hail and deserving, who from good citizeus ought to
To thee! bles. father of a son so great! receive all kinds of honour and commendation;
Thon, whom on Fortune's highest scale as Aristagoras, for instance, who hath rendered
The favo:ırable hand of Heaven hath set, both himself and his country illustrious by the
Thy manly form with beauty hath refind, many victories he hath obtained, to the number
And match'd that beauty with a valiant mind. of sixteen, over the neighbouring youth, in the
Yet let not man too much presume, games exhibited in and about his own country.
Though grac'd with beauty's fairest bloom; From whence, says the poet, I conclude he
Though for superior strength renown'd; Fould have come off victorious even in the Py
Though with triumphal chaplets orown'd: thian and Olympic games, had he not been re
Let him remember, that in tiesh array'd, strained from engaging in those famous lists
Soon shall be see that mortal vestment fade; by the too timid and cautious love of his pa
Till last imprison'd in the mouldering urn, rents; upon which he falls into a moral reflec
To earth, the end of all things, he return, tion upon the vanity of men's hopes and fears, by the former of which they are oftentimes ex- Yet should the worthy from the public tongue cited to attempts beyond their strength, which Receive their recompense of virtuous praise; accordingly issue in their disgrace; as, on the By every zealous patriot sung, other hand, they are frequently restrained by And deck'd with every flower of heavenly lays. unreasonable and ill-grounded fears, from enter- Such retribution in return for fame, prises, in which they would, in all probability, Such, Aristagoras, thy virtues claim; have come off with honour. This reflection he Claim from thy country, on whose glorious brows applies to Aristagoras, by saying it was very The wrestler's chaplet still unfaded blows: easy to foresee what success he was like to meet Mixt with the great pancratiastic crown, with, who both by father and inother was de- Which from the neighbouring youth thy carly ra. scended from a long train of great and valiant
lour won. men. But here again, with a very artful turn
ANTISTROPRE 11. of Hattery to his father Arcesilas, whom he had
And (but his timid parents' cautious love, before represented as strong and valiant, and
Distrusting over his too forward hand, fam us for his victories in the games, he observes Forbade their tender son to prore that every generation, even of a great and glo
The toils of Pythia, or Olympia's sand) rious family, is not equally illustrious, any more Now by the gods I swear, his valorous might than the fields and trees are every year equally
Had 'scap'd victorious in each bloody fight: fruitful; that the gods had not given mortals
And from Castalia, or where dark with shade any certain tokens, by which they might fore
The inount of Saturn rears its olive head, know when the rich years of virtue should suc
Great and illestrious heine had he return'd; cred; whence it comes to pass that men, out of While by his fame eclips'd his vanquish'd foes had self-conceit and presumption, are perpetually
mourn'd. laying schemes, aud forming enterprises, without previously consulting Prudence or Wisdom,
Then his triumphal tresses bound whose streams, says he, lie remote, and out of
With the dark verdure of th' Olympic grove, the common road. From all which he infers, that it is better to moderate our desires, and set
With joyous banquets had be crown'd bounds to our avarice and ambition; with which
The great quinquennial festival of Jove;
And cheer'd the solemn pomp with choral lays, inoral precept be concludes the ode,
Sweet tribute which the Muse to Virtue pays.
But, such is man's preposterous fate!
Now with o'er-weeping pride clate,
Too far he aims his shaft to throw, Befure the awful seat of Justice flames !
And straining bursts his feeble bow,
E PODE 1.
Now pusillanimous, deprest with fear,
with his riches lost all his friends; and of this He checks nis virtue in the mid-career;
truth, continues Pindar, you, Thrasybulus, are And, of his strength distrustful, coward fies not ignorant, for you are a wise man: I shall 'The contest, though impower'd to gain the prize. therefore say no more about it, but proceed to
celebrate the victories of Xenocrates: after an STROPHE 111. But who could err in prophesying good
enumeration of which, he passes on to the menOf him, whose undegenerating breast
tion of the virtues of Xenocrates, whom he praises Swells with a tide of Spartan blood,
for his benevolence, his public spirit, bis devo From sire to sire in long succession trac'd
tion to the gods, and his constant uninterrupted Up to Pisander; who in days of yore
course of hospitality in all changes of fortune. From old Amyclæ to the Lesbian shore
These virtues of his father be encourages Thra. And Tenedos, colleagued in high coinmand
sybulus not to conceal throngh the fear of exWith great Orestes, led th’ Æolian band ?
citing the envy of mankind, and bids Nicasippus Nor was his mother's race less strong and brave,
(by whom this ode was sent to Thrasybulus) to Sprung from a stock that grew on fair Ismenus'
tell him to publish it; concluding with observing,
that a poem is not made to continue always, like wave.
a mute and motionless statue, in one place.
Ther, Thrasybulus, who in ancient days Full harvests yield with each returning year :
Triumphant mounted in the Muses' car, Nor in each period will the pregnant bloom
Tuning their harps to soft and tender lays, [fair; Invest the smiling tree with rich perfume.
Aim'd their sweet nuinbers at the young and So, barren often and inglorious pass
Whose beanties, ripe for love, with rapturous fires The generations of a noble race;
Their wanton hearts inflamn'd, and waken'd strong While Nature's vigour, working at the root,
desires. In after-ages swells, and blossoms into fruit.
As yet the Muse, despising sordid gain,
Strung not for gold her mercenary lyre:
In gilded courtesy and gay attire,
But now she suffers all her tuneful train
Far other principles to hold; Far from the springs, where calm and slow
And with the Spartan sage maintain, The secret streams of wisdom flow.
That man is worthless without gold. Hence should we learn our ardour to restrain,
This truth himself by sad experience prov'd, And limit to due bounds the thirst of gain.
Deserted in his need by those he lov’d. To rage and madness oft that passion turns,
Nor to thy wisdom is this truth unknown.
To sing the rapid steeds, and Isthmian crown,
On lov'd Xenocrates bestow'd,
His generous cares with honour to repay.
tained in the chariot-race by Xenocrates of Agri- Him too, his Agrigentum's brightest star, gentum in the Isthmian games; it is however Latona's son with favourable eyes addressed not to Xenocrates himself, but to his At Crisa view'd, and bless'd his conquering car; son Thrasybulus; from whence, and from Pin
Nor, when, contending for the noble prize, dar's always speaking of Xenocrates in the per- Nichoinachus, on Athens' craggy plain, fect tense, it is most probable it was written With dextrous artcontrol'd the chariot-steering rein, after the death of Xenocrates; and for this rea
ANTISTROPHE II. son it has by some been reckoned among the Sirros ur elegies of Pindar.
Did Phobus blame the driver's skilful hand;
But with Athenian palms his master grac'd ; His master, greeted in th’ Olympic sand;
And evermore with grateful zeal embrac'd ARGUMENT. The introduction contains a sort of an apology for
By the great priests, whose herald voice proclaims a poet's taking money for his compositions ; a
Th’ Elean fcasts of Jove, and Pisa's sacred games. thing, says Pindar, not practised formerly by the servants of the Muses, who drew their inspira- Him, on the golden lap of Victory tion from love alone, and wrote only from the Reclining his illustrious head, heart: but as the world is grown interested, so They haild with sweetest melody; are the poets become mercenary; observing the And through the land his glory spread, truth of that famous saying of Aristodemus the Through the fam'd Altis of Olympic Jove; Spartan, “ Money makes the man:” a truth, Where in the honours of the sacred grove he says, which he himself experienced, having The children of Æneşidamus shard;
E PODE II.
For not unknown to victory and praise fan Saturn's head Ophion's honours plac'd,
Thus they resign'd the sceptre of the world:
While infant Jore possess'd the dark abodes
Of Dicte's cave; his mind yet uninfurin'd
Forg'd by the Cyclops, Earth's gigantic race,
Flam'd not as yet the lightning's scorching Waze, Thy all-surpassing gentleness to sing
Nor roard the thunder through the realms above, In equal strains, requires an all-surpassing string.
The strength and glory of almighty Jore.”
This said, the tuneful bard his lyre unstrung,
And ceas'd th' enchanting music of his tongue. To all benerolent, revered, belor'd,
But, with the sound entrane'd, th' attentive car in every social virtue he excell'd;
Thought him still singing, still stood tixt to hear. And with his conquering steeds at Corinth prov'd In silent rapture crery chief remains,
How sacred the decrees of Greece be held; And feels within his heart the thrilling strains. With equal zeal th' immortals he ador'd, Forthwith the bowl they crown with rosy wine, And spread with frequent feasts his consccrated And pay due honours to the power divine. board.
The pure librations on the fire they pour,
While rising tlaines the mystic tongues derour. Nor did he c'er when rose a stormy gale
Now sable Night ascends her starry throue, Relax his hospitable course,
And Argu's chiefs her dron sy influence own. Or gather in his swelling ail:
But when the bright-ey'd Morning rear'd her head, But, finding ever some resource
And look'd o'er Pelion's sunnits ling'd with red; The fierce extremes of fortune to allay,
Light skimın'd the breczes o er the watery plain,
Embark'd the heroes, and their oars prepare.
Hoarse-sounding Pagasaan Neptune roars.
Impatient Argo the glad signal took,
Her keel of sacred oak divinely wrought
On their allotted posts now rang'd along
In seemly order sate ihe princely throng:
The midmost station bold Ancæus claims,
With great Alcides, whose enormous might
Now plac'd beside him: in the yielding tiood
Their hausers now they loose, and on the brine THE SONG OF ORPHEUS, AND THE SET-1 To Neptune pour the consecrated wine.
Then from his native shores sad Jason turns
Jiis oft-reverted eve, and silent mourns.
As in Ortygia, or the Delphic Fane,
Apollo's altars round, the youthful choir,
The dance according with the sounding lyre, “ In the beginning how heaven, earth, and sea, The hallow'd ground with equal cadence beat, In one tumultuous chaos blended lay;
And move in measure their harmonious feet: 'Till Nature parted the contlicting foes,
Together so 'Thessalia's princes sweep And beauteous order from disorder rose :
With well-tim'd oars the silver-curling deep: How, roll'd incessant o'er th'ethereal plain, While, raising high the Thracian harp, presides Move in eternal dance the starry train;
Melodious Orpheus, and the movement guides. How the pale orb of night, and golden Sun, (run; On either side the dashing surges broke, Through months and years their radiant journeys And fierce remurmur'a io each mighty stroke; Whence rose the mountains clad with waving woods, | Thick flash'd the brazen arms with streaming light, The rushing rivers, and resounding floods,
While the swift bark pursues her rapid flight. With all their nymphs; froin what celestial seed And ever as the sea-green tide she cleaves, (waves: The various tribes of animals proceed.
Foams the long track behind, and whitens all the Next how Ophion held his ancient reign,
So shines the path, across some verdant plain, With his fam'd consort, daughter of the main: Trac'd by the footsteps of the village swain. On high Olympus' snowy head enthron'd,
Jove on that day from his celestial throne, The new-created world their empire own'd: And all th’immortal powers of Heaven look'd down, Till force superior, and successless war,
The godlike chiefs and Argo to survey, Divested of their crowns the regal pair;
As through the deep they urg'd their daring way.
Then too on Pelion's cloud-topt summit stood This saw the chiefs amaz'd, and gather'd round; The nymphs, and fauns, and sisters of the wood, When from his labouring lungs a hollow sound, With wonder viewing the tall pine below,
With breath and utterance scarce recover'il, broke, That shaded once the mountain's shaggy brow, And thus th' enlighten'd seer prophetic spoke: Now fram'd by Pallas o'er the sounding sea
Princes of Greece, attend; if ve be they Thessalia's mighty heroes to convey.
Whom o'er the main Thessalia's pines convey, But, from Pelion's highest chiff descends, And Jason leads to Colchos' magic land, And downward to the sea his footsteps beads Such is your cruel tyrant's stern command. The centanr Chiron; on the beach he stod Yes, ye be they; for yet my mental eye And dipp'd his fetlocks in the hoary flood.
Undimm'd past, present, future, can descry. Then waving his broad hand, the bark he hales, Thanks to thy son, Latona, who bestows And speeds with prosperous vows the parting sails. This grace, this only solace of my woes. With him advanc'd his consort to the shore; By Jore, to whom the suppliant's cause belongs, The young Achilles in her arms she bore:
Who bates the merciless, who avenges wrongs, Then, raising high in air the pleasing load,
By Phæbus, by Saturnia, wife of Jove,
By all the blest immortal powers above,
O help! O save froin famine and despair
A wretch ill-fated, to affliction born,
Nor leave me here anpitied and forlorn. The following day Bithynia's coast they reach, For not these orbs alone depriv'd of sight And fix their hausers to the sheltering beach. Vindictive Heaven hath veil'd in doleful night; There on the margin of the beating flood
But to extreme old age his cruel law The mournful mansions of sad Phineus stood, Dooms me th’ unwasting thread of life to draw. Agenor's son; whom Heaven ordain'd to bear Nor end my sorr ws here; a heavy chain The grievous burthen of unequal care.
Of woes succeeds, and pain still link'd to pain. For taught by wise Apollo to descry
From secret haunts aërial, unexplor’d, Th’ unborn events of dark futurity,
Flights of devouring harpies vex my board. Vain of his science, the presumptuous seer Swift, instantaneous, sudden they descend, Deign'd not Jove's awful secrets to revere;
And from my mouth the tasteful inorsel rend. But wantonly divulg'd to frail mankind
Meanwhile my troubled soul, with woes opprest, The sacred purpose of th' omniscient mind. No means of aid, no comfort can suggest. Hence Jove indignant gave him length of days, For when tbe feast I purpose to prepare, But quench'd in endless shade his visual rays. They see that purpose, and prevent my care. Nor would the vengeful god permit him taste But cloy'd and glutted with the luscious spoil, The cheerful blessings of the zenial feast;
With noisome ordure, parting, they defile Though the large tribute of the nations round Whate'er remains, if aught perchance remain, Their prophet's boardwith wealth and plenty That none approaching may the stench sustain, crown'd.
Though bis strong heart were wrapt in plated mail, For, lo! descending sudden from the sky,
The filthy fragınents such dire steams exhale: Konnd the pil'd banquet shricking harpies fly, Yet me fell Himger's all-subduing pain Who with rapacious claws incessant tear
Compells, reluctant, loathing, to remain; Furth from his famish'd lips th' untasted fare. Compells the deadly odours to endure, Yet would some slender pittance oft remain, And gorge the craving maw with food impnre. What might suffice to keep up life and pain. From these invaders (so hath Fate decreed) But then such odours the foul scraps exhal’ıl, By Boreas' offspring shall my board be freed. That with the stcuch the loathing stomach fail'd, Nor on a stranger to your house and blood, Aloof the inngry guests and wondering stood, O sons of Doreas, is your aid bestow'd! While their sick hearts abhorr'd the putrid food. Phincus behold, Agenor's hapless son,
But now the princely crew approaching ncar, Once for prophetic skill and riches known; The welcome sound inrades the prophet's car. Who, while I sway'd the Thracian sceptre, led Taught by th’ inspiring god, that now was come Your dower'd sister to my spousal bed.” The long-wish'l period of Heaven's vengeful doom, Hero Phinens cras'd; cach pitying bero groans, That by these heroes destin'd aid restor',
But chief, O Dortas, thy relenting sons Peace should thenceforward bless his feas: fulboard. Peel kind compassion swelling in itirir souls, Then heaves he from the couch his haggard head, While down their cheeks the generous torient rolls. Like some pale, lifeless, visionary shade,
Then Zetes nrar approaching closely press'd And leaning on his staff, with faltering steps His hand, and thus the labouring seer address'd: Aling the walls his way exploring creeps.
“ () most disastrons of all human kind, Diseas'd, enfeebled, and by age unbrac'd,
Whence sprung the evils that o'erwhelm thy mind? Trembled his tottering limbs as furth he pass'd. Hast thou, intrusted with the book of Fate, Shrunk was his form, adust with want and care, By folly merited celestial hate? And bursting through his hide the pointed bones Hence falls this indignation on thy head? appear.
Fain would the sons of Borcas give thee aid; But faint and brcathless as he reach'd the gate, Fain would they execute whit Fleaven ordains, Down on the threshold over-toil'd he sate.
But awful dread their willing ban's restrains. In dizzy fumes involv’d, his brain runs round, To frighted mortals ucll thy sufferings prore, And swims beneath his feet the solid ground. How tierce the vengeance of the gods above. No more their functions the frail senses keep, Then wear, or never shall this righteous sword, And speechless sinks the seer in death-like sleep. Though drawn for thy deliverance, and afford ;