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But mourn, ye sylvan Scenes and shady Bowers; But if he stay detain'd by adverse gales, (sails.
Vos exemplaria Græca To cool my heart, your waves, ye Oceans, bear!
Nocturnâ versate mdou, versate diurna. Hor. Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there!
But ah! what sudden thought to frenzy moves My tortur'd soul?-perhaps, my Damon loves ! BATTLE OF THE GODS AND TITANS. Some fatal beauty, yielding all her charms, Detajns the lovely traitor from my arms !
FROM THE THEOGONY OF Hesiod; WITH A DESCRIT Blast her, ye Skies ! let instant vengeance seize
TION OF TARTARUS, &c. Those guilty charms, whose crime it is to please!
- páxnu 8 kusyagrov čreigasy Damon is mine!-fond maid, thy fears subdue !
soz. 666. Am I not jealous ? and my charmer true? 0! Heaven! from jealousy my bosom save! Cruel as Death, insatiate as t'ie Grave!
Now sounds the vault of Heaven with loud alarras, Ye powers ! of all the ills that ever curst And gods by gods embattling rush to arms: Our sex, sure man, dissembling man is worst! Here stalk the Titans of portentous size, Like forward boys, awhile in wanton play, Burst from their dungeons, and assault the skies! He sports with hearts, then throws the toys away : And there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night, With specious wiles weak woman he assails; Auxiliar giants : aid the gods in fight : He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails : An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears, Then, in the moment, when the maid believes, And stares from fifty heads amid the stars; The perjur'd traitor triumphs, scorns, and leaves. The dreadful brotherhood stern-frowning stands, How oft my Damon swore, th' all-seeing Sun And hurls an hundred rocks from hundred hands; Should change his course, and rivers bacķward | The Titans rush'd with fury uncontrol'd: run,
Gods sunk on gods, o'er giant giant rollid; Ere his fond heart should range, or faithless prove Then roar'd the Ocean with a dreadful sound, To the bright object of his stedfast love!
Heaven shook with all its thrones, and groan'd the O! instant change thy course, all-seeing Sun ! Trembled th' eternal poles at every stroke, (ground, Damon is false ! ye Rivers backward run! And frighted Hell from its foundations shook:
But die, O! wretched Celia, die! in vain Noise, horrid noise, th' aërial region fills, Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your pain! Rocks dash on rocks, and hills encounter hills; The tear is fruitless, and the tender sigh,
Through Earth, Air, Heaven, tumultuous clamours And life a load !-forsaken Cielia, die!
And shouts of battle thunder in the skies, (rise, Fly swifter, Time! O! speed the joyful hour! Then Jove omnipotent display'd the god, Receive me, Grave !--then I shall love no more! And all Olympus trembled as he trod : Ah! wretched maid, so sad a cure to prove ! He grasps ten thousand thunders in his hand, Ah! wretched maid, to fly to Death from Love ! Bares his red arm, and wields the forky brand; Yet oh! when this poor frame no more shall live, Then aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings playi Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve! They flash, and rend through Heaven their flaming Ah ine! I'm vain! my death can not appear Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves; (way: Worth the vast price of but a single tear.
The sing'dEarth groans,and burns with all her groves; Forlom, abandon'd, to the rocks I go;
The foods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires, But they have learnt new cruelties of you ! And bickering fame, and smouldering smoke aspires : Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
A night of clouds blots out the golden day; And faint with grief she scarce my sighs returns ! Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play: Then, sighs, adieu! ye nobler passions, rise ! Ev'n Chaos burns: again Earth groans, Heaven roars, Be wise, fond maid!—but who in love is wise? As tumbling downward with its shining towers ; I rage, I rail, th' extremes of anger prove, Or burst this Earth, torn from her central place, Nay, almost hate!--then love thee beyond love! With dire disruption from her deepest base: Pity, kind Heaven, and right an injur'd maid ! Nor slept the Wind: the Wind new hormour forms, Yet, oh' yet, spare the dear deceiver's head ! Clouds dash on clouds before th' outrageous storms, If froin the sultry suns at noon-tide hours
While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rise, He seeks the covert of the breezy bowers,
And half the deserts mount th' encumber'd skies : Awake, O South, and where my charmer lies, At once the tempest bellows, lightnings fly, Bid roses bloom, and beds of fragrance rise ! The thunders roar, and clouds involve the sky: Gently, () gently round in whispers fly,
Stripen lous were the deeds of heavenly might; Sigh to his sighs, and fan the glowing sky! What less, when gods conflicting cope in fight? If o'er the waves he cuts the liquid way,
Now Heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
Ageon, Cottus, Gyges.
Here stalks Ægeon, here fierce Gyges moves, And from an hundred mouths in vengeance filings
Fires dart from every crest; and, as he turns,
Unutterably fierce! the bright abodes Down rushing headlong from the aerial height, Frequent they shake, and te rrify the gods : Scarce reaches Earth; thence tost in giddy rounds. Now bellowing like a savage bull, they roar, Scarce reaches in nine days th' infernal bounds : Os angry lions in the midnight hour; A wall of iron of stupendous height
Now yoll like furious whelps, or hiss like snakes; Guards the dire dungeons, black with threefold The rocks rebound, and -very mountain shakes : night:
He hurl'd defiance 'gainst th' immortal powers, High o'er the horrours of th' eternal shade
And Heaven had seiz'd with all its shining towers, The stedfast base of earth and seas is laid ;
But, at the voice of Jove, from pole to pole There in coercive durance Jove detains
Red lightnings flash, and raging thunders roll, The groaning Titans in affictive chains.
Rattling o'er all th' expansion of the skies, A seat of woe! remote from chearful day,
Bolt after bolt o'er earth and ocean flies. Through gulphs impassable, a boundless way. Stern frowns the god amidst the lightnings blaze,
Above these realms a brazen structure stands Olympus shakes from his eternal base ;
Fires from Typhoeus flash: with dreadful sound Fierce guards of Jove! from hence the fountains Storms rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground; rise
Above, below, the conflagration roars, That wash the earth, or wander through the skies; Evin the seas kindled burn through all their shores, That groaning murmur through the realm of woes, Deluge of fire! Farth rocks her tottering coasts, Or feed the channels were the ocean flows; And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts ; Coll cted hormours throng the dire abodes,
Ev'n the pale Titans, chain'd on burning foors, Horrid and fell! detested ev'n by gods !
Start at the din that rends th' infernal shores : Enormous gnlph! immense the bounds appear, Then, in full wrath, Jove all the god applies, Wasteful and void, the journey of a year :
And all his thunders burst at once the skies; Where beating storms, as in wild whirls they fight, And rushing gloomy from th' Olympian brow, Toss the pale wanderer, and retoss through night: He blasts the giant with th' almighty blow; The powers immortal with aífright survey
The giant tumbling sinks ben-ath the wound, The hideous chasm, and seal it up from day. (rears And with enormous ruin rocks the ground:
Hence through the vault of Heaven huge Atlas Nor yet the lightnings of th' Almighty stay, [way;
As iron fusile from the furnace flows,
In burning channels roll the liquid Aames;
Patal to man ! at once all Ocean roars,
Thus fell the 4 Titans from the realms above, Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their Beneath the thunder of almighty Jove ;
way, Then Earth impregnate felt maternal woes, (throes: Grass, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay; And shook through all her frame with teeming While towers, and doines, vain boasts of humau Hence rose Typhoeus, a gigantic birth,
trust, A monster sprung from Tartarus and Earth, Torn from their inmost base, are whelm'd in dusto A match for gods in might! on high he spreads Thus Heaven asserted its eternal reign from his huge trunk an hundred dragons heads, O'er the proud giants, and Titanic train ;
And now in peace the gods their Jove obey,
And all the thrones of Heaven adore his sway.
THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA. Shall I, all lost to shame, to Jason fly?
And yet I must-if Jason bleeds, I die! FROM THE THIRD BOOK, verse 743, OF APOLLONIUS Then, Shame, farewell! Adieu for ever, Fame ! RHODIUS.
Hail, black Disgrace! be fam'd for guilt, my name! Nù pir imur ini gañar öyry xripas, &c. Live! Jason, live! enjoy the vital air!
Live through my aid! and fly where wings can
But when he flies, ye poisons, lend your powers, The translator has taken the liberty, in the fol- | That day, Medea treads th' infernal shores !
lowing version from the Argonautics of Apollo- | Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, nius, as well as in the story of Talus, to omit | Then the proud dames of Colchos blast thy name: whatever has not an immediate relation to the I hear them cry—' The false Medea's dead, subject; yet hopes that a due connection is not Through guilty passion for a stranger's bed; wanting ; and that the reader will not be dis- Medea, careless of her virgin fame, pleased with these short sketches from a poet, Preferr'd a stranger to a father's name !! who is affirmed to be every where sublime, by o may I rather yield this vital breath, no less a critic than Longinus ; and from whom | Than bear that base dishonour, worse than death !” many verses are borrowed by so great a poet as Thus wail'd the fair, and seiz'd, with horrid joy, Virgil.
Drugs, foes to life, and potent to destroy ;
A magazine of death! Again she pours Now rising shades a solemn gloom display, From her swoln eye-balls tears in shining showers; O'er the wide Earth, and o'er th’ ethereal way: With grief insatiate, and with trembling hands, All night the sailor marks the northern team,
All comfortlesss the cask of death expands : And golden circlet of Orion's beam :
A sudden fear her labouring soul invades, A deep repose the weary wanderer shares,
Struck with the horrours of th' infernal shades: And the faint watchman sleeps away his cares; She stands deep-musing with a faded brow, Evin the fond mother, while all breathless lies Absorpt in thought, a monument of woe ! Her child of love, in slumber seals her eyes;
While all the comforts that on life attend, No sound of village-dog, no noise inva les
The cheerful converse, and the faithful friend, The death-like silence of the midnight shades : By thought deep-imag'd in her bosom play, Alone Medea wakes : To love a prey,
Endearing life, and charm despair away: Restless she rolls, and groans the night away : Th’all-cheering suns with sweeter light arise, Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares; And every object brightens to her eyes : She thinks on Jason, and for Jason fears :
Then from her hand the baneful drug she throws, In sad review, on horrours horrours rise; [fies: Consents to live, recover'd from her woes ; Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought she Resolv'd the magic virtue to betray, As from r. plenish'd urns, with dubious ray, She waits the dawn, and calls the lazy day : The sun-beams dancing from the surface play, Time seems to stand, or backward drive his wheels: Now here, now there, the trembling radiance falls The hours she chides, and eyes the eastern hills : Alternate flashing round th’ illumin'd walls; At length the dawn with orient beams appears, Thus fluttering bounds the trembling virgin's blood, The shades disperse, and man awakes to cares. And from her shining eyes descends a flood : Studious to please, her graceful length of hair Now raving with resistless names she glows, With art she binds, that wanton'd with the air ; Now sick with love she melts with softer woes : From her soft cheek she wipes the tear away, The tyrant god, of every thought possest,
And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play ; Beats in each pulse, and stings and racks her breast :
From limb to limb refreshing unguents pours, Now she resolves the magic to betray
Unguents, that breathe of Heaven, in copious To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey :
showers : Again, the drugs disdaining to supply,
Her robe she next assumes; bright clasps of gold She loaths the light, and meditates to die : Close to the lessening waist the robe infold ; Anon, repelling with a brave disdain
Down from her swelling loins, the rest unbound The coward thought, she nourishes the pain : Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground : Thus tost, retost with furious storms of cares, Last, with a shining veil her cheeks she shades, On the cold ground she rolls, and thus with tears: Then, swimming smooth along,magnificently treads.
“ Ah me! where'er 1 turn, before my eyes Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind, A dreadful view, on sorrows sorrows rise !
Blind to the future, to the present blind : Tost in a giddy whirl of strong desire,
Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower, I głow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing fire.
Alike unconscious of the bridal hour, O had this spirit from its prison fied,
Join to the car the mules : dire rites to pay, By Dian sent to wander with the dead,
To Hecate's black fane she bends her way; Ere the proud Grecians view'd the Colchian skies; A juice she bears, whose magie virtue tames Ere Jason, lovely Jason, met thesc eyes!
(Through fell Persephone) the rage of flames; Hell gar, the shining mischief to our coast, ii gives the hero, strong in matchless might, Medea saw him, and Medca's last
To stand secure of harms in mortal fight; Rut why these sorrows ? if the powers on high It rocks the sword : the sword vithout a wound, His death decree, die, wretched Jason, die ! Leaps as from marble, shiver'd to the ground: Shall I elnde my sire ? my art betray?
She inounts the car' ; nor rode th: nymph alone; Ahme! what words shall purge the guilt away! On either side two lovely damsels sbone : But could I yield -O whither must I run To find the man whoun Virtue bids me shun?
Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls; Whom wouldst thou fly? Stay, lovely virgin, stay!
By the stern power who guards this sacred place,
By Jove, to whom the stranger's cause belongs, In fair Parthenius, or th' Amnesian waves, To whom the suppliant, and who feels the wrongs; Sublime in royal state the bounding roes
O guard me, save me, in the needful hour! Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows; Without thy aid, thy Jason is no more; Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves ; To thee a suppliant, in distress I bend, The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves, To thee a stranger, and who wants a friend ! Th’ Ainnesian fount, or silver-streaming rills; Then, when between us seas and mountains rise, Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills ! Medea's name shall sound in distant skies; The fawning beasts before the goddess play, All Greece to thee shall owe her heroes fates, Or, trembling, savage adoration pay:
And bless Medea through her hundred states. Thus on her car sublime the nymph appears, The mother and the wife, who now in vain The crowd falls back, and as she moves reveres ; Roll their sad eyes fast-streaming o'er the main, Swift to the fane aloft her course she bends; Shall stay their tears; the mother and the wife The fane she reaches, and to earth descends: Shall bless thee for a son's or husband's life! Then to her train—" Ah me! I fear we stray, Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' bed, Misled by Folly to this lovely way!
Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus filed, Alas! should Jason with his Greeks appear, Forsook her father, and her native plain, Where should we fly? I fear, alas, I fear! And stemm'd the tumults of the surging main ; No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train, Yet the stern sire relented, and forgave Haunt the cool shade, or tread in dance the plain: The maid, whose only crime it was to save : But since alone ;-with sports beguile the hours, Ev'n the just gods forgave: and now on high Come chaunt the song, or pluck the blooming flowers: A star she shines, and beautifies the sky : Pluck every sweet, to deck your virgin bowers !” What blessings then shall righteous Heaven decrce Then warbling soft', she lifts her heavenly voice; For all our heroes sav'd, and sav'd by thee! But sick with mighty love, the song is noise ; Heaven gave thee not, to kill, so soft an air, She hears from every note a discord rise,
And Cruelty sure never look'd so fair !” Till, pausing, on her tongue the music dies; He ceas'd; but left so charming on her ear She hates each object, every face oflends,
His voice, that listening still she seem'd to hear : In every wish, her soul to Jason sends;
Her eye to earth she bends with modest grace, With sharpen'd eyes the distant lawn explores, And Heaven in smiles is open'd in her face. To find the object whom her soul adores :
A glance she steals ; but rosy blushes spread At every whisper of the passing air,
O'er her fair cheek, and then she drops her head: She starts, she turns, and hopes her Jason there; A thousand words at once to speak she tries; Agajn she fondly looks, nor looks in vain; In vain—but speaks a thousand with her eyes : He comes, her Jason shines along the plain. Trembling, the shining casket she expands, As when, emerging from the watery way,
Then gives the magic virtue to his hands ; Refulgent Sirius lifts his golden ray,
And had the power been granted to convey
Her heart—had given her very heart away.
EPISTOLA AD AMICUM RUSTICANTEM, Her flush'd cheek glow'd, her very heart was dead;
1709, No more her knees their wonted office knew,
Ecquid absenti tibi cura Grantæ ?
Ecquid antiqui memor es sodalis !
Chare permultis, mihi præter omnes
Chare Georgi. As two fair cedars on the mountain's brow, Pride of the grores! with roots adjoining grow ;
Cernis ! ut mulcet levis aura campos! Erict and motionkss the stately trees
Ut ruså dulci, violisque terram Awhile remain, while sleeps each fanning breeze, Flora depingit, Zephyrusque blandis Till from th'Eolian caves a blast unbound (sound;
Ventilat alis ! Bends their proud tops, and bids their boughs re- Tarde, quid cessas ? Age Rozinantis Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love Terga conscendas eques ingementis“, Strongly at length inspird, they speak, they move: Tené ruralis Galatæa duris With smiles the love-sick virgin he survey'd,
Detinet Ulnis? Ani fondly thus addrest the blooming maid :
Digne succendi meliore flammâ ! " Dismiss, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear;
Sive Clarissain, Juvenumvè curain 'Tis Jason speaks, no enemy is here!
Philliden mavis, placeaivè, quondamn Man, haughty man, is of obdurate kind ;
Pulchra, Lycoris. Bat Jason bears no proud, inhuman inind, By gentle manners, softest arts refin'd.
i Temple of Hecate.
• Obeso fuit corpore. 6 947.
9 Tres elegantes apud Cantabrigiam puellæ.
SCRIPTA VIRE INEUNTE CANTAB.
Tarde, quid cessas? tibi multa virgo
SIXTEEN ODES OF ANACREONT Et tibi frustrà ad speculum comarum
Circinat orbes !
The wealth of Gyges I despise ;
Gems are useless glittering toys.
Gold I leave, and such vain things, Quin velis scribam quid habet novorum
To the low aim and pride of kings. Granta ? Marlburus spoliis onustus,
Let my hair with unguents flow, Gallicas fudit propè 'Scaldis undam
With rosy garlands crown my brow!
Strage Phalangas. The present moment I enjoy, 0! triumphalem gladium recondas !
Doom'd in the next, perhaps, to die ! Ite vos laurus sanie rubentes!
Then, while the hour serenely shines,
Toss the gay die, and quaff thy wines ;
But ever, in the genial hour,
To Bacchus the libation pour,
*** Man-etaste no more the cup of Joy."
THE POWER OF BEAUTY.
Some sing of Thebes, and some destroy
In lofty numbers haughty Troy. Flagitas nostræ quid agunt camccnæ?
alas ! in plaintive strains, Uror infelix! mihi me Belinda
My own captivity and chains ! Surripit! Collum 0! niveum, O! Puellæ
No navy, rang'd in proud array,
Suave labellum ! No foot, no horsemani arm'd to slay, Ah! ut obliquo aspiciens ocello
My peace aların! Far other foes, Torruit pectus !--neque tu furoris
Far other hosts, create my woes : Inscius blandi! tibi sævit imis
Strange, dangerous hosts, that ambush'd lia Flamma medullis!
In every bright love-darting eye!
Snch as destroy, when beauty arms
To conquer, dreadful in its charms!
TO HIS MITRESS, Audin' ingenti tonat ut boatu
The gods o'er mortals prove their sway, Fumidus! summo ruit ut lagenæ
And steal them from themselves away:
Spumeus ore ! Transform'd by their almighty hands, Cernis ! ut vitro nitet invidendo
Sad Niobe an image stands; Aureum nectar! comes it facetus
And Philomel, up-born on wings
Through air, her mournful story sings,
Would Heaven, indulgent to my vow,
The happy change I wish, allow; Jam memor charæ, cyathum coronas,
The envy'd mirror I would be, Virginis :-plenum video !-ah! caveto
That thou might'st always gaze on me;
And could my naked heart appear,
Thou 'dst see thyself—for thou art there!
O! were I made thy folding vest, Hinc adest curæ medicina ! suaves
That thou might'st clasp me to thy breast ! Hinc tibi somni, & tibi suaviora
Or turn'd into a fount, to lave
Thy naked beauties in
Thy bosom-cincture I would grow, Hos bibens succos, nibil invidebis
To warm those little hills of snow; Italis, quamvis cyathi Falerno
Thy ointment, in rich fragrant streans Dulcè nigrescant, neque Gallicanæ
To wander o'er thy beauteous limbs ;
Laudibus uvæ! Thy chain of shining pearl-to deck, Hic Johannensi latitans suili
And close embrace thy graceful neck: Grunnio, scribens sitiente labro,
A very sandal I would be
To tread on--if trod on by thee !
First published in the Gentleman's Magazine; "Juxtà Aldenardum,
and afterwards inserted in the translations of Anglicè bottled ele.
Anacreon, published by Mr. Fawkes.