Before the fane of that celeftial power, Said, with parental smiles, to bless thy natal hour*. 310 Mifguided Julius! all the wide control Which force and frankness in thy fearless soul Confummate cunning to thy heir fecur'd. Blush, blush, ye poets of Auguftan days, The man, fo magnified through Flatt'ry's cloud, The prince of jugglers upon Fortune's stage, What might not Earth, in your propitious hours, Expect from efforts of your blended powers, 320 See NOTE XV. Beneath the guidance of a mind elate, If base Octavius by your aid could shine To dazzle Romans with a light divine? Peace to his crimes! though on their blackest dye The blood of Tully seems aloud to cry; He saw the rock on which bold Julius run, Though fear devis'd, it was a graceful plan For fuch great charge to her he seem'd to give, Whose blended merits in the tide of Time Rais'd Roman glory to her height fublime; 350 To him, and all who might direct the ftate, By whom he wifh'd his conduct to be tried. O lovely Sculpture! what sweet praise were thine, If strictly true to fuch a fair defign, Prefiding power, in every realm on earth, To worth, of milder and of purer ray Though feated there in empire's ftrongest blaze, The fhrewd Octavius aim'd at Ammon's praise, His milder praise, (to shine in taste supreme, And heighten talents by protection's beam,) 360 Nor could the mandate of imperial fway Raise a Lyfippus out of Roman clay; And Fortune's fav'rite in the naval fcene, Where funk the glory of the Ægyptian queen, Though sculptur'd emblems of that profp'rous hour Speak him the darling of defpotic power, Has ftill the fate in feeble pomp to stand The time-spar'd statue of no potent hand; Wrought as if Sculpture felt her powers confin'd Yet many a wandering, ingenious Greek, One, whofe fine labour on the costly stone, Greece, in her happiest days, might proudly own Her Diofcorides! by Patience taught, Minute resemblance on the gem he wrought, See NOTE XVI. P 370 380 And form'd, with Miniature's confummate grace, Nor fhall his rival in the curious skill As Nature, joying in her boundless reign, The heroes of old time were proud to wear The feal engraven with ingenious care; * See NOTE XVII. + See NOTE XVIII. 390 400 |