Some ripen'd fruits, fome fragrant honey, bring;; 20 24 Some bright refemblance of the Cyprian queen : 28 32 And when, on springing flowers reclin'd, fhe fung, In forefts did the lonely beauty thine, Like woodland flowers, which paint the defert glades, And waste their fweets in unfrequented fhades. No human face fhe faw, and rarely feen By human face a folitary queen : She rul'd, and rang'd, her fhady empire round. 40 44 And, And, bend whene'er fhe will her ebon bow, 48 Th' imperious queen of heaven, with jealous eyes, Beholds the blooming virgin from the skies, At once admires, and dreads her growing charms, 52 In vain, she finds, her bitter tongue reproves His broken vows, and his clandeftine loves: 56 Jove ftill continues frail: and all in vain While Maja's fon, the thunderer's winged spy, To calm her fears, and cafe her boding mind? 60 She mounts her car, and shakes the filken reins; 64 68 72 76 By By fpeedy zephyrs borne in thickned air: Now o'er the mountain tops the rising fun 80 84 88 The dress, the crefcent; and her doubts give way. 92 Then Juno, beauteous ranger of the grove, 96. To guard thy bloom, and warn thy tender years. 100 TRANS TRANSLATIONS. THE FIRST OLYMPIONIQUE OF PINDAR. To HIERO of SYRACUSE, victorious in the HORSE-RACE. AR G U M E N T. THE Poet praifes Hiero for his juftice, his wisdom, and his skill 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 ftation; and, laftly, glories in his own excellency in compofitions of this kind. E STROPHE I. Measures 18. ACH element to water yields; And gold, like blaz ing fire by night,. Amidst the ftores of wealth that builds The mind aloft, is eminently bright: But But if, my foul, with fond defire 5 To fing of games thou doft afpire, As thou by day canst not defcry, Through all the liquid waste of sky, One burnish'd ftar, that like the fun does glow, So, my fweet foul, no toil divine, In fong, does like th' Olympian shine: A hymn, of every tongue the praise, When far, from every land, they come To vifit Hiero's regal dome, Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found: ANTISTROPHE I. Meafures 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 : Divinely skill'd, he cheers the night, As we are wont, when friends defign But from the wall the Dorian harp take down, If Pifa, city of renown, And if the fleet victorious fteed, The boaft of his unrival'd breed, |