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The champions in distorted poftures threat;
And all appear'd irregularly great.
Here happy Horace tun'd th' Aufonian lyre
To sweeter founds, and temper'd Pindar's fire :
Pleas'd with Alcaus' manly ́rage t' infuse
The fofter spirit of the Sapphic Mufe.
The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculptures grace ;
A work outlafting monumental brass.
Here fmiling Loves and Bacchanals appear,
The Julian ftar, and great Auguftus here.
The Doves, that round the infant Poet spread
Myrtles and bays, hang hov'ring o'er his head.
Spiritum Graiæ tenuem camœnæ, As another which follows, to
VIR. 224. Pleas'd with Aleaus' manly rage t' infuse-The fofter Spirit of the Sapphic Mufe.] This expreffes the mix'd character of the odes of Horace: the fecond of thefe verfes alludes to that line of his,
Me fabulofa Vulture in Appulo
Altricis extra limen Apuliæ,
Ludo fatigatumque fomno,
Fronde nova puerum palumbes
Texêre; mirum quod foret omnibus
Ut tuto ab atris corpore viperis
Dormirem et urfis; ut premerer facra
Lauroque collataque myrto,
Non fine Diis animofus infans.
Exegi monumentum ære perennius.
The action of the Doves hints at a paffage in the fourth ode of hi third book.
Which may be thus englished ;
While yet a child, I chanc'd to ftray,
And in a defart fleeping lay;
The favage race withdrew, nor dar'd
To touch the Mufes' future bard;
But Cytherea's gentle dove
Myrtles and Bays around me fpread,
And crown'd your infant Poet's head,
Sacred to Mufic and to Love.
Here, in a fhrine that cast a dazzling light,
Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite;
His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown'd,
And various Animals his fides furround;
His piercing eyes, ere, appear to view
Superior worlds, and look all Nature through.
With equal rays immortal Tully fhone,
The Roman Roftra deck'd the Conful's throne:
Gath'ring his flowing robe, he seem'd to stand
In act to fpeak, and graceful ftretch'd his hand.
Behind, Rome's Genius waits with Civic crowns,
And the great Father of his country owns.
Thefe maffy columns in a circle rife,
O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies:
Scarce to the top I ftretch'd my aching fight,
So large it spread, and fwell'd to fuch a height.
Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial feat
With jewels blaz'd, magnificently great;
The vivid em'ralds there revive the eye,
The flaming rubies fhew their fanguine dye,
Bright azure rays from lively fapphires ftream,
And lucid amber cafts a golden gleam.
With various-colour'd light the pavement fhone,
And all on fire appear'd the glowing throne;
The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze,
And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.
When on the Goddess first I caft my fight,
Scarce feem'd her ftature of a cubit's height;
VER. 259. Scarce seem'd ber ftature, etc.]
Methought that the was fo lite,
That the length of a cubite
Was longer than she seemed be;
But thus foone in a while the,
But fwell'd to larger fize, the more I gaz'd,
'Till to the roof her tow'ring front she rais'd.
With her, the 1 emple ev'ry moment grew,
And ampler Vistas open'd to my view:
Upward the columns fhoot, the roofs afcend,
And arches widen, and long iles extend.
Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,
Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;
A thousand busy tongues the Goddess bears,
And thousand open eyes, and thousand lift'ning ears.
Bencath, in order rang'd, the tuneful Nine
(Her virgin handmaids) fill attend the fhrine:
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they fing;
For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the string;
With time's first birth began the heav'nly lays,
And last, eternal, thro' the length of days.
Around thefe wonders as I cast a look,
The trumpet founded, and the temple shook,
Her felfe tho wonderly straight,
That with her feet the the earth reight,
And with her head the touchyd heaven —
VER. 270. Beneath in order rang'd, etc.]
I heard about her throne y-fung
That all the palays walls rung,
So fung the mighty Mufe, fhe
That cleped is Calliope,
And her feven fifters eke -
VER. 276. Arund these wonders, etc ]
I heard a noife approachen blive,
That far'd as bees done in a hive,
Against her time of cut flying;
Right fuch a manere murmuring,
For all the world it feemed me.
Tho gan I lock about and fee
That there came ent'ring into th' hall,
A right great company withal;
And that of fundr regions,
Of all kind of conditions, etc. -
And all the nations, fummon'd at the call,
From diff'rent quarters fill the crouded hall:
Of various tongues the mingled founds were heard;
In various garbs promifcuous throngs appear'd; 281
Thick as the bees, that with the Spring renew
Their flow'ry toils, and fip the fragrant dew,
When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky,
O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly,
Or fettling, feize the fweets the bloffoms yield,
And a low murmur runs along the field.
Millions of fuppliant crouds the fhrine attend,
And all degrees before the Goddess bend ;
The poor, the rich, the valiant and the fage,
And boasting youth, and narrative old-age.
Their pleas were diff'rent, their request the fame:
For good and bad alike are fond of Fame.
Some the difgrac'd, and fome with honours crown'd;
Unlike fucceffes equal merits found.
Thus her blind fifter, fickle Fortune, reigns,
And undifcerning fcatters crowns and chains.
First at the fhrine the Learned world appear, And to the Goddess thus prefer their pray'r.
Long have we fought t' inftruct and please mankind,
With ftudies pale, with midnight vigils blind;
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none,
We here appeal to thy fuperior throne:
On wit and learning the juft prize bestow,
For Fame is all we must expect below.
VER. 294. Some fe difgrac'd, etc.]
And fome of them the granted fone,
And fome the warned well and fair,
And fome the granted the contrai!-
Right as her fifter dame Fortune
Is wont to ferve in commuac.
The Goddess heard, and bade the Mufes raise
The golden Trumpet of eternal Praife:
From pole to pole the winds diffuse the found,
That fills the circuit of the world around;
Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud;
The notes at first were rather fweet than loud:
By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise,
Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies.
At ev'ry breath were balmy odours fhed,
Which ftill grew fweeter, as they wider fpread; 315
Lefs fragrant fcents th' unfolding rofe exhales,
Or fpices breathing in Arabian gales.
Next thefe the good and just, an awful train,
Thus on their knees addrefs the facred fane.
Since living virtue is with envy curs'd,
And the best men are treated like the worft,
Do thou, juft Goddefs, call our merits forth,
And give each deed th' exact intrinfic worth.
Not with bare juftice fhall your act be crown'd,
(Said Fame) but high above desert renown'd:
VER. 318. the good and juft, etc]
Tho came the third companye,
And gan up to the dees to hye,
And down on knees they fell anone,
And faiden: We ben everichone
Folke that han full truely
Deferved Fame right-fully,
And prayen you it might be knowe
Right as it is, and forth blowe,
I grant, quoth fhe, for now we lift
That your good works fhall be wift.
And yet ye fhall have better loos,
Right in defpite of all your foos,
Than worthy is, and that anone.
Let now (quoth fhe) thy trump gone.
And certes all the breath that went
Out of his trump's mouth smel'd
As men a pot of baume held
Among a basket full of rofes.-