ODE 2. FRIEND! with a poor man's straits to fight Let warfare teach thy stalwart boy: Let him the Parthian's front annoy With lance in rest, a dreaded knight: Live in the field, inure his eye To danger. From the foeman's wall May the armed tyrant's dame, with all Her damsels, gaze on him, and sigh, "Dare not, in war unschooled, to rouse Yon Lion-whom to touch is death, To whom red Anger ever saith, 'Slay and slay on'- prince, my spouse!" -Honoured and blest the patriot dies. From death the recreant may not flee: Death shall not spare the faltering knee And coward back of him that flies. Valour-unbeat, unsullied still Shines with pure lustre: all too great To seize or drop the sword of state, Swayed by a people's veering will. Valour-to souls too great for death Heav'n op'ning-treads the untrodden way: And this dull world, this damp cold clay, On wings of scorn, abandoneth. -Let too the sealed lip honoured be. Of holy Ceres, shall not dwell A shallop. Heaven full many a time Hath with the unclean slain the just: O'ertake at last the steps of crime. ODE 3. THE just man's single-purposed mind That keep the seas in wild unrest; Nor bolt by Jove's own finger hurled: The fragments of a shivered world Would crash round him still self-possest. Jove's wandering son reached, thus endowed, The fiery bastions of the skies; Thus Pollux; with them Cæsar lies Beside his nectar, radiant-browed. Honoured for this, by tigers drawn Rode Bacchus, reining necks before Untamed; for this War's horses bore Quirinus up from Acheron. To the pleased gods had Juno said "The day Laomedon ignored His god-pledged word, resigned to me Her people, and their traitor lord. 66 Now the Greek woman's guilty guest Dazzles no more: Priam's perjured sons Find not against the mighty ones Of Greece a shield in Hector's breast: "And, long drawn out by private jars, The war sleeps. Lo! my wrath is o'er: And him the Trojan vestal bore (Sprung of that hated line) to Mars, "To Mars restore I. His be rest In halls of light: by him be drained The nectar-bowl, his place obtained In the calm companies of the blest. "While betwixt Rome and Ilion raves A length of ocean, where they will Rise empires for the exiles still: While Paris's and Priam's graves "Are trod by kine, and she-wolves breed Securely there, unharmed shall stand Rome's lustrous Capitol, her hand Curb with proud laws the trampled Mede. Wide-feared, to far-off climes be borne Her story; where the central main Europe and Libya parts in twain, Where full Nile laves a land of corn: "The buried secret of the mine, (Best left there) let her dare to spurn, Nor unto man's base uses turn Profane hands laying on things divine. "Earth's utmost end, where'er it be, Let her hosts reach; careering proud O'er lands where watery rain and cloud, Or where wild suns hold revelry. |