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This thinking mirth not always in the wrong, Behold, in fair autumnal honours spread, Would soinetimes condescend to hear a song; The wheaten garland wreathe the laureld head; And that, fatigued with his exaited fits,

Where stagnant waves did iu dull lakes appear, His beauties, gewgaws, whirligigs, and wits, Rich harvests wave, the bounty of the year; Would leave them all, far happier to regale In barren heaths, where summer never smild, With prose and friendship o'er a pot of ale. The rural city rises o'er the wild; Then to thy friend's opinion sometimes yield, Along the cool canal, or shooting grore, And seem to lose, although thoù gain'st the field; Disport the sons of mirth and gamesome lore. Nor, proud that thy superior sense be shown, It now remains I counsel, if indeed Rail at his studies, and extol yonr own,

My counsel, friend, can stand thee ought in stead. For when Aurora weeps the balmy dew, Judge well of whom you speak; nor will you fied (And dreamns, as reverend dreamers tell, are true) It always safe to tell each pran your mind. Sir George my shoulder slaps, just in the time Ev'n honesty regard to safety ores; When some rebellious word consents to rhyme:, Nor need it publish all it thinks and knows. Sudden my verses take the rude alarm,

Th’ eternal quest'ner shun: a certain rule, New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm; There is no blab like to the quest'ning food; I start, I stare, 1 question with my eyes :

Ev'n scarce before you turn yourself about, At once the whole poetic vision flies.

Whate'er he hears his leaky tongue runs out; “Up, up," exclaims the knight; "the season fair, The word elanc'd no longer we controul, See how serene the sky, how calm the air ; Once sally'd forth, it bursts from pole to pole. Hark! from the hills the cheerfal horns rebound, Guard well your heart, ah! still be beauty-proo And Echo propagates the jovial sound;

Beneath fair friendship's venerable roof, The certain hound in thought his prey pursues, What though she shines the brightest of the fair, The scent lies warm, and loads the tainted dew's." | A form even such as Wallace seli might wear! I quit my couch, and cheerfully obey,

What though no rocks nor marble arm her brasi, Content to let the younker bave his way; A yielding Helen to her Trojan guest, I mount my courser, fleeter than the wind, The dangerous combat fly: why wouldst thou gain And leave the rage of poetry behind:

A shameful conquest won by years of pain? But when, the day in healthful labour lost, For kuow, the short-liy'd guilty rapture past, We eat our supper earn'd at common cost; [troul, Reflection comes, a dreadful judge, at last: When each frank tongue speaks out without con- 'Tis that avenges (such its pointed stings) And the free heart expatiates o'er the bowl; The poor man's cause on statesmen and on kings. Though all love prose, my poetry finds grace, To praise aright, is sure no easy art; And, pleas'd, I chant the glories of the chase. Yet prudence here directs the wise man's part

Of old, when Scotia's sous for empire fought, Let long experience then confirm the friend, Ere avarice had debas'd each generous thought, Dire to his depth of soul, ere you commend. Ere yet, each manlier exercise forgot,

Should you extol the fool but slightly known, One half had learn'd to dose, one balf to vote, Guiltless you blush for follies not your own. Each hardy toil confirmn'd their dawning age, Alas! we err: for villains can betray, And mimic sights inspir'd to martial rage; And gold corrupt the saint of yesterday. 'Twas theirs with certain speed the dart to send, Then yield, convicted by the public voice, With youthful force the stubborn yew to bend; And frankly own the weakness of your cboiceni O'ercame with early arm the fiercest floods, So greater credit shall your judgment gaio, Or rang'd'midst chilling stows the pathless woods; When you defend the worth that knares arraigt; Toilld for the savage boar on which they fed: Whose soul secure, confiding in your aid, 'Twas thus the chief of Bannockburn was bred; Hopes the kind shelter of your friendly shade; That gave (not polisb’d then below mankind) Wheu enry on his spotless name shall fall Strength to the limbs, and vigour to the mind. Whose venom'd tooth corrupts and blackeos The smiling dame, in those victorious days, This mutual help the kindred virtues claim; Was woo'd by valour, not seduc'd by praise; For calumny eats on from fame to fame. Who ne'er did fears, but for her country, feel, When o'er thy neighbour's roof the flames apo And never saw her lover, but in steel;

Say, claims it not thy care to quench the fire? Could make a Douglas' stubborn bosom yield, When envy rages, small the space betwixt,.. And send her bero raging to the field;

In worth ally'd, thy character is next. Heard kind the honest warrior's one-tongu'd vow, Fir'd at the first with what the great impah, Pleas'd with a genuine heart, as H*** is now. Frank we give way, and yield up all the heart How would the generous lass detest to see How sweet the converse of the potent friend! An essenc'd fopling puling o'er bis tea;

How charming when the mighty condesceod! Ab how, distasteful of the mimic show,

The smile so affable, the courtly word? Disdain the false appearance, as a foe!

And, as we would a mistress, trust a lord. To greet, unfolding every social charm,

Th’experienc'd dread the cheat; with prudent care Her soldier from the field of glory warm.

Distrust alike the powerful and the fair. But now, alas! these generous aiins are o'er; Thou, when thy vessel Alies before the wind, Each foe insults, and Britain fights no more, Think on the peaceful port thou left behind; * Yet bumbler tasks may claim the patriot's toil! Though all serene, yet bear an humble sail, Who aids her laws no more, may mend her soil, Lest veering greatness shift the freacherous gaa Since to be happy man must ne'er be still, How various, man! yet such are Nature's lars, Th' internal void let peaceful labours fill; With powerful force each different bumour dray: When kind amusements hours of fame employ, The grave the cheerful hate; these hate the sad; The working mind subsides to sober joy: Your sober wiseman thinks the wit quite mad;

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He, happy too in wit's inverted rule,

Like Tityrus, bless'd among the rural shades, Thinks every suber wiseman more than fool; Whose hallow'd round no guilty wish invades; Whose active mind fromu tvil to toil can run, No joy tumultuous, no depressing care; And join the rising to the setting sun,

All that I want is Amaryllis there; Like Philip's son for fame, pursuing gains Where silver Forth each fair meander leads While yet one penny upsubdued remains;

Through breathing harvests and empurpled meads; Adinires how lovers waste th’inactive day, Whose russet swains enjoy the goldeu dream, . Sizh, midst the fair, their gentle souls away.

And thankful bless the plenty-giving stream. The tuneful bard, who boasts his varied strains, There youth, couvine'd, foregoes each daring Shares with the lark the glory of the plains, And settling manhood takes a surer aiin; (ciaim, Whose life th' impression of no sorrow knows, Till age accomplish late the fair design, So smoothily caim, be scarcely feels it flows. And calm possess the good, if age be mine. In vocal woods each fond conceit pursues,

What think'st thou, then, my friend, shall be my Pleas'd with the gingling bauble of a muse,

cares, Pities the toiling madman's airy scheme,

My daily studies, and my nightly prayers?
When greatness sickens o'er th' ambitious dream; of the propitious Pow's this boon I crave,
Each boon companion, who the night prolongs Still to preserve the little that I have;
In noise and rapture, festivals and songs,

Nor yet repugnance at the lot express,
Condemns the graver mortal for an ass

Should fate decree that little to be less, Who dares refuse liis bomper and his lass; That what remains of life to Heav'n I live, Still urging on, what boots it that you swear

If life indeed has any time to give: 1 You dread the vapours and nocturnal air;

Or if the fugitive will no longer stay, Yet giant a little to the social vine,

To part as friends should do, and slip away: Full on the friend with cloudless visage shine, Thankful to Heav’n, or for tbe good supply'd, Oft sullen silence speaks a want of sense,

To leav'u submissive for the good deny'd, Or fully !urks beneath the wise pretence.

Renounce the household charm, a bliss disine ! Is there severe, who balks the genial hour? Heav'n never meant for me, and I resign: He's not so sober, were he not so sour.

In other joys th' allotted hours improve, ! But, above all, I charge thee o'er and o'er, And gain in friendship what was lost in love: Fair Prace through all her secret haunts explore; Some comfort snatch'd, as each vain year return'd, Consult the learu'd in life (these best advise), When nature suffer'd, or when frieurship mourn'd, The good in this, more knowing than the wise;

Of all that stock so fatally bereft, Their sacred science learn, and what the art Once youth's proud boast, alas! the little left; To guard the sallies of th' impetuous heart; These friends, in youth belov'd, in manhood tried, With temper due th' internal poise to keep, Age must not change through avarice or pride: Not soaring impudent, nor servile creep;

For me let wisdom's sacred fountain Now, How sure thyself, thy friends, thy God to please, The cordial draught that sweetens every woe; Firm health without, within unshaken peace; Let fortune kind, the just enough provide, Lest keen desire, still making new demands, Nor dubious float on bope's uncertain tide ; Should raise new fues unnumber'd on thy hands: Add thoughts coinpos'd, affections ever even.“ Or hope, or fear inspire th' upmanly groan, Tlius far suffices to have ask'd of Heaven, For things of little use, perhaps of none:

Who in the dispensations of a day, [away; Who best can purcoase virtue's righteous dow'r, Grants life, grants death ; now gives, now takes The sage with wisdom, or the king with powr: To scaffolds oft the ribbon'd spoiler brings; Or if the mighty blessing stands confin'd, Takes power from statusmen, and their thrones To the chaste, nature and the heav'n-taught

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Proin the unthankful heart the bliss decreedAnd chief thi' important lesson wise attend, But leaves the man of worth still bless'd indeed: What makes thee to thyseif thyself's best friend : Be lite Ileaven's gift, ba mine the care to find If gold a pure tranquillity bestows,

Still equal to itselt the talane'd mind; Or greatness can ensure a night's repose;

Fame, beauty, wealth forgot, each human toy,' Or must we seek it in the secret road

With thoughtful quiet pleas'd, and virtuous joy; Tbat leads through virtue to the peaceful God; In these, and these alone, supreinely blest,tılır A shaded walk, where, separate from the throng,

When fools and madmen scramble for the rest We steal through life all unperceiv'd along.

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Por me, afraid of life's tempestuous gale,
I make to port, and crowd on all my sail.
Soon may the peaceful grore and shelter'd seat

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Receive me weary in the kind retreat;
Blest if my **** be the destin'd shade,
Where childhood sported, of no ills afraid,

PINDAR'S OLYMPIA.'
'Ere youth full grown its daring wing display'd.
That often crost by life's jotestine war,

ODE I. Foresaw that day of triuinph from afar, When warring passions mingling in the fray, Water, great principle whence nature springs, Had drawn the youthful wanderer from his way: The prime of elements, and first of things, But recollecting the short errour, mourn'd, Amidst proud riches' soul.inflaming store, And duteoas to the warning voice return'd.

As through the night the fiery blaze No more the passions' hurrying into strife,

Paurs all around the streaming rays, My soul enjoys the gentler calms of life.

Conspicuous glows the golden par.

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But if thee, O my soul, a fond desire

Thee bore aloft to Jove on high; To sing the contests of the great,

Where since young Ganymede, sweet Pbryeian Calls forth t'awake th'ethereal fire:

Succeeded to the ministry of joy,

(boy, What subject worthier of the lyre,

And nectar banquet of the sky.
Olympia's glories to relate!

But when no more on Earth thy form was seen,
Full in the forehead of the sky,

Conspicuous in the walks of men,
The Sun, the world's bright radiant eye, Nor yet to sooth thy mother's longing sight,
Shines o'er each lesser fame;

Thy searching train sent to explore
On Earth what theme suffices more

Thy lurking-place, could thee restore,
To make the Muses' offspring soar,

The weeping fair's supreme delight: '
Than the Olympian victor's fame?

Then Envy's forked tongue began t' ipfest
But from the swelling column, u here on high

And wound thy sire's uncainted fanie,
It peaceful baugs, take down the Doric lyre, That he to each ethereal guest
If with sweet love of sacred melody

Had serv'd thee up a borrid feast,
The steeds of Hiero thy breast inspire.

Subdued by force of all-devouring flame; When borne along the flowery side,

But, the blest pow'rs of Hear'n t'accuse, Where smooth Alpheus' waters glide,

Far be it from the holy Muso, Their voluntary virtue flies,

Of such a feast impure; Nor needs the drivers rousing cries,

Vengeance protracted for a time, But rapid seize the dusty space,

Still overtakes the slapderer's crime, To reap the honours of the race,

At Heaven's slow appointed hour. The merit of their speed;

Yet certain, if the pow'r who vide surveys, And bind with laurel-wreath the maply brows From his watch-tow'r, the earth and seas, Of hin the mighty king of Syracuse,

E’er dignify'd the perishable race;
Delighting in the victor steed.

Him, 'Tantalus they rais'd on high,
Far suunds bis glory through the winding coast Him, the chief favourite of the sky,
Of Lydia, where his wandering host

Exalted to sublimest grace. From Elis, Pelops led to new abudes;

But his proud heart was lifted up and vain,
There prosperd in his late-found reign, Swell'd with his envy'd happiness,
Lor’d by the ruler of the main;

Weak and frail bis mortal brain,
When at the banquet of the gods,

The lot superior to sustain;
In the pure laver of the fates again,

He fell degraded from his bliss.
Clutho, the youth to life renew'd,

For on bis bead th' Almighty Sire, With putent charm and mystic strain,

Potent in his kindled ire, When by bis cruel father slain,

Hung a rock's monstrous weight:
With ivory shoulder bright endow'd,

Too feeble to remove the load,
Oft fables with a fond surprise,

Fix'd by the sauction of the god,
When shaded ver with fair disguise,

He wander'd erring from delight.
The wandering mind detaiu;

The watchful synod of the skies decreed
Deluded by the kind deceit,

His wasted heart a prey to endless woes,
We joy more in the skilful cheat, Condemo'd a weary pilgrimage to lead,
Than in truth's faithful strain.

On Earth secure, a stranger to repose. But chief to verse these wonderous pow'rs Because, by mad ambition drif'n, belong,

He robb’d the sacred stores of Hear'n: Such grace has Heaven bestow'd on song;

Th'ambrosial vintage of the skies Blest parent! from whose loins immortal joys,

Became the daring spoiler's prize, To mitigate our pain below,

And brought to sons of mortal earth Softening the annuusb of our woe,

The banquet of celestial birth,
Are sprung, the children of its voice:

With endless blessings fraught, Song can o'er unbelief itself prevail;

And to his impious rev'lers pour'd the wine, The virtue of its magic art,

Whose precious sweets make blest the posts Can make the most amazing tale

divine, With shafts of eloquence assail,

Gift of the rich immortal draaght. Victorious, the yielding heart:

Foolish the man who hopes his crimes may lie But Time on never-ceasing wings

Unseen by the supreme all-piercing ere;
Experienc'd wisdom slowly brings, He, high enthron'd above all Heaven's height,
And teaches mortal race

The works of inen with broad survey,
Not to blaspheme the Holy One,

As in the blazing fame of day,
That athless fills the heavenly throne, Beholds the secret deeds of night.
Inhabiting eteriaj pace.

Therefore his son th' immortals back again Therefore, O son of Tantaius! will

Sent to these death-obnoxious abodes, In other guise thy wond'rous tale unfold,

To taste his share of human pain, And juster to the rules of the sky,

Exild from the celestial reign,
With lips more hallow'd than the bards of old. And sweet communion of the gods.
For when thy sire the gods above,

But when the fleeoy down began
To share the kind return of love,

To clothe bis chin, and promise man;
Invited from their native bow'rs,

The shafts of young desire,
To his own lov'd Sipylian tow'rs,

And love of the fair fernale kind,
The trident pow's, by fierce desire

Inflam'd the youthful-liero's mind,
Şubdued, on golden steeds of bire,

And set bis amorous soul on fire

Won by fair Hippodamia's lovely eyes,

And on the sacred altar lies The Pisan tyrant's blooming prize,

The victim, snioking to the skies, High in bis bepes he purpos'd to obtain;

When heroes, at the solemn shrine, O’ercome her savage sire in arms,

luvoke the pow'rs with rites diviner The price of her celestial charıns;

From every distant soil,
For this the ruler of the main

And drive about the consecrated mound
Invoking in the dreary solitude,

The sounding car, or on the listed ground And secret season of the night;

Urge the feet racers, or the wrestlers' Oft, on the margin of the tood

toil. Alone, the raging lover stood,

Happy the man wbom favouring fate allows Till to bis long-desiring sight,

The wreaths of Pisa to surround his brows;
From below the sounding deeps,

All wedded to delight, his after-days
His scaly herds where Proteus keeps,

In calm and even tenour run,
The favourite youth to please,

The noble dow'r of conquest won,
Dividing swift the heary stream,

Such conscious pleasure flows from praise.
Refulgent on his goklen team,

Thee, Muse, great Hiero's virtue to prolong,
Appear’d the trident sceptred king of It fits, and to resound his name:
seas.

Exalting o'er the vulgar throng,
To whom the youth: “ If e'er with fond delight, In thy sweet Eolian song,
The gifts of Venus could thy soul inspire,

His garland of Olympian fame.
Restrain fell Enemaus' spear in fight;

Nor shalt thou, O! my Muse, e'er find And me, who dare adventurous to aspire,

A more sublime or worthier mind, Me grant, propitious, to succeed,

To better fortunes born: Enduing with unrival'd speed

On whom the gracious love of God, The flying car, decreed to gain

The regal pow'r has kind bestow'd, Tbe laurel-wreath, on Elis' plain,

And arts of sway, that power to adorn. Vietorious o'er the father's pow'r; Still may thy God, O potent king! employ Wbo dire, so many hapless lovers slain,

His sacred ministry of joy, Does still a maid the wond'rous fair detain,

Solicitous with tutelary care,
Protractive of the sweet connubial bour. To guard from the attacks of fate,
Danger demands a soul secure of dread,

Thy blessings lasting as they're greaty
Equal to the daring deed!

The pious poet's constant pray?r.
Since then, th' immutable deerees of fate,

Then to the mighty bounty of the sky,
Have fix'd, by their vicegerent Death,

The Muse shall add a sweeter lay,
The limits of each mortal breath,

With wing sublime when she shall ny, Doom'd to the urn, or soon or late:

Where Cronius rears his cliffs on high, What mind resolvd and brave would sleep away Smote with the burning shafts of day; His life, when glory warms the blood,

If the Muses' quiver'd god
Only tenjoy some dall delay,

Pave for song the even road
Inactive to his dying day,

With sacred rapture warm,
Not aiming at the smallest good?

A further fight aloft in air
But the blooming maid inspires

Elanc'd, shall wing my tuneful spear,
My breast to far sublimer tires,

More vigorous from the Muse's arın. To raise my glory to the skies;

To many heights the daring climber springs, Gracious, O! favouring pow'r, give ear, Ere hs the highest top of pow'r shait gain; ludulgent to my vow sincere,

Chief seated there the majesty of kings;
Prosp'ring the mighty enterprize.”

The rest at different steps below remain: So pray'd the boy: nor fell his words in vain,

Exalted to that wondrous height, Unheeded by the ruler of the main;

T' extend the prospect of delight, A golden ear, earth's shaking pow'r bestow'd,

May'st thou, O Hiero! live content,
and to the glittering axle join'd

On the top of all ascent:
Unrivalla steeds, feet as the wind:

To thee, by bounteous fates, be giv'a !
Glad of the present of the god,

T'inhabit still thy lofty Heav'n: The ardent youth demands the promis'd fight;

To me, in arts of peace,
Iu dost the haughty parent laid,

Still to converse with the fair victor host,
Neptune fuloils the youth's delight,

For graceful song, au honourable boast,
And wings his chariot's rapid fight,

Conspicuous through the realms of Greece, To win the sweet celestial maid,

She with six sons, a fair increase,
Crowad the bero's warm embrace,

Whom virtue's love inspir'd;
Upright to walk in virtue's ways,

PINDAR'S OLYMPIA.
The surest path to noblest praise,

The noblest praise the youth acquir’d.
Now by Alpheus' stream, meandering fair,

Whose bumid train wide spreads the Pisan O SOVEREIGN hymns! that powerful reign
A sepulchre, sublimely rear'd in air, (plains, In the harp, your sweet domain,
All, of the mighty man that was, contains.

Whoin will ye choose to raise;
There frequent in the holy shade,

What god shall

now the verse resound; The vows of stranger.chiefs are paid, What chief, for godlike deed renowu'd,

Exalt to loftiest praise?

ODE II.

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Pisa is Jove's: Jove's conquering son

No more, they ' think of Cadmus, mournish First the Olympic race ordain'd;

swain! The first fair fruits of glory won

Succeeding joys dispel his former pain.
The haughty tyrant's rage restrain'd.

And Semele, of rosy hue,
He first the wondrous gaine bestow'd

Whom the embracing Thunderer slem,
When breathing from Augean toils,

Exalted pow to Heav'n's abodes,
He consecrates the dreadful spoils,

Herself a goddess blithe, dwells with immortal
An offering to his father-god.

gods. Theron, bis virtues to approve,

Batbed in tb' ambrosial odburs of the sky,
And imitate the seed of Jove,

Her long dishevel'd tresses fly:
Th’Olympic laurel claims,

Her, Minerva still approves;
Whose swift-wheeld car has borne away

She is her prime and darling joy:
The rapid honours of the day,

Her, Heav'u's lord supreinely loves;
Foremost among the victor-names.

As does his rosy son, the ivy-crowned boy.
Therefore for Theron praise awaits,

Thou Ino too! in pearly cells, For him the lyre awakes the strain,

Where Nereus' sea-green daughter dwells, The stranger welcom'd at his gates

Enjoy'st a lot divine: With hospitable love humane.

No more of suffering mortal strain,
Fix'd on the councils of his breast,

An azure goddess of the main,
As on the column's lofty beight

Eternal rest is thine.
Remains secure the building's weight, Lost in a maze, blind feeble man
The structure of his realm may rest.

Knows not the hour he sure foresees, Of a fair stem, bimself a fairer flow'r,

Nor with the eyes of nature can Who, soon transplanted from their native soil, Pierce through the hiciden deep decrees, Wander'd many climates o'er,

Nor sees he if bis radiant day, Till after long and various toil,

That in meridian splendour gloss, On the fair river's destin'l bauk they found

Shall gild his evening's quiet close, Their sacred seat, and heav'n-chose ground: Soft smiling with a farewel ray. Where stood delightful to the eye

As when the ocean's refluent tides, The fruitful, beauteous Sicily,

Within his hollow womb subsides, And could a pumerons issue boast, (the coast.

Is beaid to sound no more;
That spread their lustre round, and flourish'd o'er Till rousing all its rage again,

The following years all took their silver flight, Flood solid on flood it pours amait,
With pleasure wing'd and soft delight,

And su'eeps the sandy shore:
And every year that few in peace,

So Fortune, mighty queen of life,
Brought to their native virtues, store

Works up proud man, her destin'd slave,
Of wealth and pow'r, a new increase, (more. Of good and ill the stormy strife,
Fate still confirm’d the sum, and bounteous added The sport of her attemate wate';
Puit son of Rhe' and Saturn old,

Now mounted to the height of bliss, Who dost thy sacred throue uphold

He seems to mingle with the sky;

0111111 On high Olympus' hit;

Now looking down with girlds eye, Whose role th Olympic race obeys,,,

Sees the retreating waters fly, Who guid'st Alpheus' winding maze,

And trembles at the deep abyss.

12 in hymns delighting still;

As, by experience led, the searching mind

PM Grant, gracious w he godlike race,

Revolves the records of still-changing fate, Their children's children to sustain,

Such dire rererses shall be find Peaceral through time’s ne'er-endiog space, due

Oft mark the fortunes of the great! The sceptre and paterial reign.

Now bounteous gods, with blessings all divine, For 'Time, th aged sire of all,

Exalt on high the sceptred line, The deed impatient of delay,

Now the bright scene of laureld years, Which the swift hour has wingd away,

At once quick-shifting, disappears; Just or, uinust, can ne'er recall,

And in their radiant room succeeds But when calmer days sucreed,

A dismal train of ills, and tyrannpus misdeeds. Of fair event, and loreix deed,

Since the curst hour the fateful son
Our lot serene at last;

Plung'd in the guilt he sought to shun,
The memory of darker hours,

And saw bencath his hasty rage When Heav'n severe and angry lours,

The huary king, Heaven's victim, bled; Forgotten lies and past.

Deaf to a father's pleading age, Thus mild, and lenieut of his frown,

His erring hands fulfilld, what guilty fate When Jore regards our adverse fate,

decțeed. And sends his chosen blessings down

Erynnis, dreadful sury! saw To cherr below our mortal

state:

The breach of wature's holiest law, Then foriner evils, indious broud,

She mounts ber booked car; Before the hoax'n-born blessings fly,

Through Phucis' death-derot d ground Or trodden duwo subjected lie,

She flew, and gave the nations round Soon yamguish'd by the victur-yood,

'To the wide waste of war: With thy fair daughters, Cadmys! best agrees By mutual havds the brothers died, The Muse's song, who, after many woes,

Furious on mutual wounds they run;
At last on goldeu thrones of ease

Sons, fathers, swoll the sanguine tide;
Enjoy an undisturb'd repose.

Fate drove the purple deluge ou.

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