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In thy fam'd courfes, Pelops, rife
Th' Olympian glories to the fkies,
And shine afar: there we behold

The stretch of manhood, ftrenuous, bold,
In fore fatigues, and there the ftrife
Of winged feet. Thrice happy he,
Who overcomes! for he fhall fee

Unclouded days, and taste the fweets of life,

ANTISTROPHE IV. Measures 18.

Thy boon, O victory! thy prize.

The good that, in a day obtain'd,

From day to day fresh joy supplies,

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Not one, in all the concourfe, would be found

For fairest knowledge more renown'd,

Nor yet a mafter more to twine,

In lafting hymns, each wreathing line.
The guardian god, who watchful guides

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O'er all thy cares with anxious power:

And foon, if he does not deny

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His needful aid, my hopes run high

To fing more pleafing in the joyful hour,

EPODE

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On thy chariot, triumphant when thou fhalt appear,
And fly o'er the course with a rapid career,
Tracing paths of language fair,

As I to Cronion's funny mount repair.
Even now the Mufe prepares to raise,
Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,
For me to wield. Approv'd in other things,
Do others rife, confpicuous: only kings,
High mounting on the fummit fix:

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There bound thy view, wide-fpread, nor vainly try
Farther to stretch the profpect of thine eye:
Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread fublime,
With steady steps, the measur'd tract of time:
Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix,
In Greece, throughout the learned throng,
Proclaim'd unrival'd in my fong.

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THE SECOND OLYMPIONIQUE. To THERON of AGRIGENTUM, victorious in the CHARIOT-RACE.

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He praises Theron king of Agrigentum, on account of the victory obtained in the Olympic Games, with a chariot and four horfes; likewife for his juftice, his hofpitality, his fortitude, and the illuftriousness of his ancestors; whofe adventures are occafionally mentioned then he interweaves digreffions to Semele, Ino, Peleus, Achilles, and others, and describes the future ftate of the righteous and of the wicked. Laftly, he concludes with extolling his own skill in panegyrick, and the benevolence and liberality of Theron.

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STROPHE I. Measures 16. OVEREIGN hymns, whose numbers sway The founding harp, what god, what hero, say,

What man, fhall we refound?

Is not Pifa Jove's delight?

And did not Hercules, with conquest crown'd,
To him ordain

Th' Olympiad for an army flain,

Thank-offering of the war?

And muft we not, in Theron's right,
Exert our voice, and fwell our fong?
Theron, whofe victorious car
Four courfers whirl, fleeting along,

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To ftranger-guests indulgent hoft,

Of Agrigentum the fupport and boast,

Cities born to rule and grace,

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Fair bloffom of his ancient race,

ANTISTROPHE I. Measures 16.

Worthies fore perplex'd in thought,

Till, wandering far, they found, what long they fought,

A facred feat, faft by

Where the stream does rapid run,

And reign'd, of Sicily the guardian eye,

When happy days,

And wealth, and favour, flow'd,, and praise,

That in-born worth inflames.

Saturnian Jove, O! Rhea's fon,

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Who o'er Olympus doft prefide,

And the pitch of lofty games,
And Alpheus, of rivers the pride,
Rejoicing in my fongs, do thou

Incline thine ear, propitious to my vow,

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Bleffing, with a bounteous hand,

The rich hereditary land

E PODE I. Measures 10.

Through their late lineage down. No power can actions

paft,

Whether deeds of right or wrong,

As things not done recall,

Not even Time, the father, who produces all;

Yet can Oblivion, waiting long,

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Gather

Gathering ftrength

Through the length

Of profperous times, forbid thofe deeds to laft:
Such force has fweet-healing joy

The feftering fmart of evils to deftroy,

STROPHE

II. Measures 16.

When felicity is fent

Down by the will fupreme with full content :

Thy daughters, Cadmus, they

Greatly wretched here below,

Blefs'd evermore, this mighty truth display.

No weight of grief,

But, whelm'd in pleafures, finds relief,

Sunk in the sweet abyfs.

Thou, Semele, with hair a-flow,

Thou by thunder doom'd to die,
Mingling with the gods in blifs,
Art happy, for ever, on high:
Thee Pallas does for ever love,
Thee chiefly Jupiter, who rules above;

Thee thy fon holds ever dear,

Thy fon with the ivy-wreath'd fpear.

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ANTISTROPHE II. Measures 16.

Beauteous Ino, we are told,

With the fea-daughters dwells of Nereus old,

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And has, by lot, obtain'd

Lafting life, beneath the deep,

A life within no bounds of time reftrain'd.

The hour of death,

The day when we refign our breath,

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