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But may I still prefer bright honour's meed,
I am in quest of one whose willing mind I may, by favour of the Muses, find. Without the Jove-born sisters, harsh and hard Are all approaches found by every bard. Not weary yet revolving heaven appears Of bringing round the months and circling years. The car shall yet be moved by many a steed; And me shall some one as a minstrel need; Than him more deeds heroic never wrought Achilles, or stout Aias when they fought, Where in his tomb the Phrygian Ilus lies, On the broad plain of mournful Simoeis. Who, where the sun sets, dwell — on Libya's heel, The bold Phænicians shuddering terror feel ; For Syracuse against them takes the field, Each with his ready spear and willow shield. Amidst them arms heroic Hieron, Equal to heroes of the times foregone; Floats o'er his helm, in wavy darkness loose, His horse-hair crest Athene ! mightiest Zeus !
And thou, who with thy mother reignest queen
I am but one: but
others are Dear to the Muses — may it be their care To praise the warrior-king (as poets use), And people, and Sicilian Arethuse ! Ye goddesses ! whose loving favours wait On that Orchomenos, the Thebans' hate, No where unbidden, but to court or hall, Bidden, with you will I attend the call, Through your dear presence confident to please, Enchanting daughters of Eteocles ! What good, what fair can men without you see?
I ever with the Graces be!
In this encomiastic address to Ptolemy Philadelphus, the poet
begins with the praise of his father the first Ptolemy, and of his mother Berenice, translated by Venus to her temple, and made her Assessor ; whence he passes to the happiness and excellence of Philadelphus himself, who was born with the most auspicious signs of being a favourite of Zeus. He speaks of his riches, amassed by means of an undisturbed peace, his munificence, and patriotic watchfulness to secure the ellbeing of his people, and of his piety to his parents and to the gods. He includes in his praise Arsinoe, the king's
consort. This idyl has been attributed by Warton and others to Calli
machus, for no other reason than that it does not savour of the style of Theocritus. " Don Juan" and the “ Hebrew Melo. dies,” which are generally attributed to the same Lord Byron, by parity of reasoning, could not possibly have been written by the same person.