See arts her savage sons control, And Athens rising near the pole! Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand, And civil madness tears them from the land. ANTISTROPHE II. Ye gods! what justice rules the ball? In every age, in every state! Still, when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, Some Athens perishes, some Tully bleeds. CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SEMICHORUS. O tyrant Love! hast thou possest The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And arts but soften us to feel thy flame. Why, virtue, dost thou blame desire, Why, nature, dost thou soonest fire CHORUS. Love's purer flames the gods approve; And sterner Cassius melts at Junia's eyes. What is loose love? a transient gust, Chaste as cold Cynthia's virgin light, SEMICHORUS. O source of every social tie, What tender passions take their turns, His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, CHORUS. Hence guilty joys, distastes, surmises, Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine: Purest love's unwasting treasure, ODE ON SOLITUDE. WRITTEN AT TWELVE YEARS OF AGE. HAPPY the man, whose wish and care In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL. ODE. I. VITAL spark of heavenly flame! |