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Who, springing foremost in the chase
Of Fame, demands we should his triumph grace, Tuning lyres to vocal lays,
Sweet union of melodious praise;
ANTISTROPHE III. Measures 16.
For not only has he borne
The' Olympian prize, but, with his brother, worn The garland of renown,
At Pytho and at Isthmus; where,
Victorious both, they shared the' allotted crown,
In twelve impetuous courses, run
Refulgent star! to man the purest beam of light.! The possessor of this store,
Far-future things discerning, knows.
Obdurate wretches, once deceased, to immediate
Consign'd, too late their pains deplore;
Ere they go,
Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right
On crimes in this wide realm of Jove ;
Whose dire decree no power can e'er remove:
But the good, alike by night,
Alike by day, the Sun's unclouded light
Beholding, ever bless'd,
Live an unlaborious life,
Nor anxious interrupt the hallow'd rest
With spade and plough,
The earth to vex, or with the prow
The briny sea, to eat
The bread of care in endless strife.
The few unaccustomed to wrong,
ANTISTROPHE IV. Measures 16.
But the souls who greatly dare,
Journeying onward in the way
Of Jupiter, in virtue still secure,
Along his road
Arrive at Saturn's raised abode;
Where soft sea-breezes breathe
Round the island of the bless'd; where gay
The earth does golden flowers spontaneous yield; And, in every limpid stream,
The budding gold is seen to gleam:
EPODE IV. Measures 10.
Fair heritage! by righteous Rhadamanth's award: Who, coéqual, takes his seat
With Saturn, sire divine,
Thy consort, Rhea, who above the rest doth shine,
Does Peleus and does Cadmus find regard;
He who Hector did destroy,
The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy,
And Aurora's Æthiop son.
My arm beneath yet many darts have I,
All swift of flight,
Within my quiver, sounding right
То every skilful ear:
But, of the multitude, not one
In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
Like crows, in vain, provoking still
The celestial bird of Jove:
But, to the mark address thy bow, nor rove,
My soul and whom do I
At him to let illustrious arrows fly?
My aim, on Agrigentum bent,
A solomn oath I plight,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
No rivalling city appears
To boast a man more frank to impart
EPODE V. Measures 10.
Than Theron yet foul Calumny, injurious blame, Did the men of rancour raise
Against his fair renown,
Defamers, who by evil actions strove to drown His good, and to conceal his praise.
Can the sand,
On the strand,
Be number'd o'er? Then, true to Theron's fame,
His favours, showering down delight
On thousands, who is able to recite?
THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON.
ON HIS LUTE.
THE line of Atreus will I sing;
The chords I change through every screw, And model the whole lute anew,
Once more, in song, my voice I raise,
Ye heroes then, at once farewell: Loves only echo from my shell.'
THE SECOND ODE.
NATURE the bull with horns supplies,
Women alone defenceless live;
THE THIRD ODE.
ONE midnight, when the Bear did stand
A level with Böotes' hand,
And, with their labour sore oppress'd,
The race of men were laid to rest,