For below

Ere they go,

Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right
On crimes in this wide realm of Jove;

Whofe dire decree no power can e'er remove:

STROPHE IV. Measures 16.

But the good, alike by night,

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Who never broke the vow they fwore,
A tearless age enjoy for ever-more ;

Where foft fea-breezes breathe

Round the island of the blefs'd; where gay.
The trees with golden blossoms glow;
Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,.
Bright garlands on every fide below;

For, fpringing thick in every field,

The earth does golden flowers fpontaneous yield;
And, in every limpid ftream,

The budding gold is feen to gleam ::

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EPODE IV. Measures 10.

Fair heritage! by righteous Rhadamanth's award;
Who, coëqual, takes his feat.

With Saturn, fire divine,

Thy confort, Rhea, who above the reft doth shine,

High thron'd, thou matron-goddess great:

These among

(Blissful throng!)

Does Peleus and does Cadmus find regard;
And, through his mother's winning prayer
To Jove, Achilles dwells immortal there :
STROPHE V.

He who Hector did destroy,

Measures 16..

The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy,

And Cycnus gave to die,

And Aurora's Æthiop fon.

My arm beneath yet many darts have I,

All fwift of flight,

Within my quiver, founding right

To every skilful ear:

But, of the multitude, not one

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Difcerns

Difcerns the mystery unexplain'd.
He tranfcendent does appear

In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
His ftore but the dull-letter'd croud,
In cenfure vehement, in nonfense loud,
Clamour idly, wanting skill,

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Like crows, in vain, provoking still

ANTIS TROPHE V. Meafures 16.

The celeftial bird of Jove:

But, to the mark addrefs thy bow, nor rove,

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Sincere as honeft minds require,

That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,

No rivaling city appears

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heart,

To boast a man more frank to impart
Kind offices to friends with open

Or, with hand amidst his store,

Delighting to distribute more

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 ftrove to drown

His good, and to conceal his praise.

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Be number'd o'er? Then, true to Theron's fame, -
His favours fhowering down delight

On thoufands who is able to recite?

THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON:

ON HIS LUTE.

HE line of Atreus will I fing;

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To Cadmus will I tune the ftring:

But, as from string to ftring I move,
My lute will only found of Love.

The chords I change through every screw,
And model the whole lute anew.

Once more, in fong, my voice I raise,
And, Hercules, thy toils I praise :
My lute does ftill my voice deny,
And in the tones of love reply.

Ye heroes then, at once farewel :
Loves only echo from my fhell.

SECOND OD E.

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WOMEN.

ATURE the bull with horns fupplies,
The horse with hoofs fhe fortifies,
The fleeting foot on hares bestows,
On lions teeth, two dreadful rows!

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Grants

Grants fish to swim, and birds to fly,
And on their skill bids men rely.

Women alone defencelefs live,
To women what does Nature give?
Beauty fhe gives instead of darts,
Beauty, instead of shields, imparts;
Nor can the fword, nor fire, oppose
The fair, victorious where he goes.

THE THIRD

OD E.

ON LO V E.

ONE midnight when the bear did stand

A-level with Böotes' hand,

And, with their labour fore oppress'd,

The race of men were laid to reft,
Then to my doors, at unawares,
Came Love, and tried to force the bars.
Who thus affails my doors, I cry'd?
Who breaks my flumbers? Love reply'd,
Open a child alone is here!

you need not fear:

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* Here through the moonless night I stray,
And, drench'd in rain, have loft my way.

Then mov'd to pity by his plight,
Too much in hafte my lamp I light,
And open when a child I fee,
A little child, he feem'd to me;

Who bore a quiver, and a bow;
And wings did to his shoulders grow.

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