By speedy zephyrs borne in thickned air:
Unfeen the feeks, unfeen fhe finds, the fair.

Now o'er the mountain tops the rifing fun
Shot purple rays: now Thule had begun
Her morning chace, and printed in the dews
Her fleeting steps. The goddess now pursues,
Now over-takes her in the full career,
And flings a javelin at the flying deer.
Amaz'd, the virgin huntress turns her eyes;
When Juno, (now Diana in disguise,)
Let no vain terrors difcompofe thy mind; ·
My fecond vifit, like my first, is kind.
Thy ivory quiver, and thy ebon bow,
Did not I give?— Here sudden blushes glow
On Thule's cheeks: her bufy eyes furvey

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I own thee, goddefs bright, the nymph replies,

Goddess, I own thee, and thy favours prize :
Goddefs of woods, and lawns, and level plains,
Frefn in my mind thine image ftill remains.
Then Juno, beauteous ranger of the grove,
My darling care, fair object of my love,
Hither I come, urg'd by no trivial fears,

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TRANSLATION S..

THE FIRST OLYMPIONIQUE OF PINDAR.

To HIERO of SYRACUSE, victorious in the HORSE-RACE.

ARG U. ME N T.

THE Poet praises Hiero for his justice, his wisdom, and his kill in mufic. He likewife celebrates the horfe that won the race, and the place where the Olympick Games were performed. From the place (namely Peloponnefus) he takes an occafion of di- greffing to the known fable of Tantalus and Pelops; whence, returning to Hiero, he fets forth the felicity · of the Olympian Victors. Then he concludes, by praying to the gods to preferve the glory and dignity of Hiero, admonishing him to moderation of mind,, in his high station; and, lastly, glories in his own. excellency in compofitions of this kind.

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STROPHE I. Measures 18..

ACH element to water yields;

And gold, like blazing fire by night, Amidft the ftores of wealth that builds The mind aloft, is eminently bright:

But

But if, my foul, with fond defire

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To fing of games thou dost aspire,

As thou by day canft not defcry,

Through all the liquid waste of sky,

One burnish'd ftar, that like the fun does glow,
And cherish every thing below,

So, my sweet foul, no toil divine,

In fong, does like th' Olympian fhine:
Hence do the mighty poets raise

A hymn, of every tongue the praife,
The fon of Saturn to refound,

When far, from every land, they come

To vifit Hiero's regal dome,

Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:

ANTISTROPHE I. Measures 18.

Lord of Sicilia's fleecy plains,

He governs, righteous in his power,

And, all excelling while he reigns,'

From every lovely virtue crops the flower :

In mufic, bloffom of delight,

Divinely skill'd, he cheers the night,

As we are wont, when friends design

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To feast and wanton o'er their wine:

But from the wall the Dorian harp take down,

If Pifa, city of renown,

And if the fleet victorious fteed,

The boast of his unrival'd breed,
Heart-pleafing raptures did infpire,
And warm thy breaft with facred fire,

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When

When late, on Alpheus' crouded shore,
Forth-fpringing quick, each nerve he strain'd,
The warning of the fpur difdain'd,

And swift to victory his master bore.

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The lov'd Syracufian, the prince of the course,
The king, who delights in the speed of the horse :
Great his glory, great his fame,

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Throughout the land where Lydian Pelops came
To plant his men, a chofen race,

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A land the ocean does embrace,

Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the main,
Was known to love, when into life again,
From the reviving cauldron warm,

Clotho produc'd him whole, his shoulder-blade,
And its firm brawn, of fhining ivory made :
But truth, unvarnish'd, oft neglected lies,
When fabled tales, invented to furprize,
In miracles mighty, have power to charm,
Where fictions, happily combin'd,

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And we, amaz'd, believe each wonder true.

Day, after day, brings truth to light,

Unyeil'd, and manifeft to fight:

But,

But, of the blefs'd, those lips which name
Foul deeds aloud, fhall fuffer blame.
Thee, fon of Tantalus, my faithful fong
Shall vindicate from every wrong,
The glories of thy house restore,
And baffle falfhoods told before:
Now, in his turn, thy fire prepar'd
A banquet; when the gods appear'd
At Sipylus, his sweet abode,

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grace the due proportion`d feast : There, firft, the trident-bearing feaft:

There, first, the trident-bearing guest

Beheld thy lovely form; and now, he glow'd;`

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II. Measures 18.

And now, his foul fubdued by love,

Thee in his golden car he bore

Swift to the lofty towers of Jove,

Whose name the nations all around adere:

Thus Ganymede was caught on high,
To ferve the power who rules the sky.
When thou no longer didft appear,

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And thofe, who fought a pledge fo dear,
Without thee to thy widow'd mother came,
Some envious neighbour, to defame

Thy father's feast, a rumour spread,

The rumour through the country fied,
That thou, to heighten the repaft,
Waft into feething water caft,
Fierce bubbling o'er the raging fire,

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Thy limbs without compaffion carved,

Thy