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No further seek his merits to disclose,.
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
THE PROGRESS OF POESY.
A PINDARIC ODE.
Φωνᾶνα συνελοῖσιν ε
Pindar. Olym. ii.
AWAKE, Eolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings,
A thousand rills their mazy progress take;
Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour :
Oh! sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen cares,
And frantic passions, hear thy soft control:
On Thracia's hills the lord of war
Has curb'd the fury of his car,
And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command:
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
Temper'd to thy warbled lay,
The rosy-crowned Loves are seen,
With antic sports and blue-ey'd pleasures,
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Man's feeble race what ills await,
Labour and Penury, the racks of Pain,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
The fond complaint, my song, disprove,
And justify the laws of Jove.
Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse?
Night, and all her sickly dews,
Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,
He gives to range the dreary sky:
Till down the eastern cliffs afar
Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of
In climes beyond the solar road,
Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom
To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade
Of Chili's boundless forests laid,
She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat,
Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves.
Glory pursue, and generous Shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep,
Or where Mæander's amber waves
Where each old poetic mountain
Left their Parnassus, for the Latian plains.
And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,
They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.
Far from the Sun and summer-gale,
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Richly paint the vernal year :
Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
This can unlock the gates of Joy;
Of Horrour that, and thrilling fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Nor second he †, that rode sublime
The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,
Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car,
Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear
Two coursers of ethereal race*,
With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.
Hark, his hands the lyre explore!
Oh! lyre divine, what daring spirit
* Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes,