'Yes, I'll forgive, for Mars's sake, So long as broad and angry seas, Troy's sons may reign where'er they please, But exiled from their home; So long as cattle wander by Where Priam and where Paris lie, 'And safely by their tombstone's side Fierce wolves their cubs conceal, The Capitol in all its pride, Its glories shall reveal ; And Rome ti stern decrees dictate, And teach to conquered Medes their fate. 'Her name the nations far and wide, In terror shall adore ; There where the rolling war es divide 'The gold that lies concealed in earth, And has no better place, More prompt is she to spurn its worth, And yield to sacrilegious hand What mortals eagerly demand. 'Where'er the world's far confines spread Her soldiers shall be found; Where tropic suns their splendour shed, 'Of warlike Rome I sing the praise, Too pious or too bold, Should seek from ancient dust once more Troy's mouldering ruins to restore. 'Should Troy arise again, the same Dark Fortune shall attend; Her second lot begin in shame, And in destruction end; For I, Jove's sister and his wife, Will head the troops and guide the strife. 'Should Phoebus thrice rebuild the wall, The mighty wall of brass, Thrice o'er his work (it thrice shall fall), My Argive hosts shall pass; And thrice the ravished matron mourn, From husband and from children torn.' But, ah! these themes ill suit my lyreMuse, stay thy soaring wing! "Tis playful fancies best inspire My lute and simple string; Cease to recount how gods debate, IV. TO CALLIOPE. From heaven, Calliope, come down, Lists she? or am I still the prey Of fancies vain? Methinks I hear, Through sacred groves her footsteps stray, Where gales blow mild and streams run clear. Once as on Vultur's height I lay, Beyond Apulia's fostering bound, A boy asleep, fatigued by play, Doves o'er my limbs strewed leaves around. All marvelled at the wondrous deed, How safe from serpent's bite that day I slept, and bears that roamed the wild, Covered with myrtle boughs and bay, Dear to the gods, a dauntless child. Yours, O ye Muses sweet, I scale The lofty Sabine heights and yours, Præneste cool or Tibur's vale I visit, and bright Baiæ's shores. Fond of your founts and dances free, Safe from Philippi's rout I fled; Shipwreck escaped, and that vile tree That falling missed my slumbering head. If ye will bear me company, O'er foaming Bosphorus I'll sail, And wander by the sands that lie Parching in Syria's torrid vale. Britain's fierce sons unharmed I'll face, I'll see, and Tanais' famous flood. Cæsar's great soul ye oft enthrall, Longing for rest, with soothing strains; When peacefully his forces all He quarters, tired of far campaigns. Counsel ye give, and gladly, too, Ye proffer kind advice; we know How wicked giants and their crew He with his thunderbolts laid low, He who o'er earth and stormy sea, And gods, and men, alike obey. What terrors did they not in Jove Inspire, those youths with weapons dread; The brothers, too, who madly strove, Pelion to pile on Ossa's head! But what availed Typhoeus strong, How could they charge the sounding shield His bow aside, whose flowing locks Strength without skill falls by its weight; Strength tempered gods increase in time To greater feats; but those they hate, Let hundred-handed Gyas prove Earth o'er her giants piled groans sore, And wails her offsprings' fate who pass, By lightning slain to Pluto's shore, But flames consume not Etna's mass. From vulture's lust-avenging beak Fierce Tityus' liver ne'er is free; Pirithous too will vainly seek From his three hundred chains to flee. |