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· He whom ungrateful Athens could expell,
At all times just, but when he sign’d the Shell :
Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion claims,
With Agis, not the last of Spartan námes : 175
Unconquer'd Cato shews the wound he tore,
And Brutus his ill Genius meets no more.

But in the centre of the hallow'd choir,
Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire ;

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Ver. 172. He whom ungrateful Athens, etc.] Aristides, who for his great integrity was distinguished by the appellation of the Juft. When his countrymen would have banished him by the Ostracism, where it was the custom for every man to sign the name of the person he voted to exile in an Oystershell; a peasant, who could not write, came to Aristides to do it for him, who readily signed his own name. P. • Ver. 178. But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, etc.) In the midst of the temple, nearest the throne of Fame, are placed the greatest names in learning of all antiquity. These are described in such attitudes as express their different characters: the columns on which they are raised are adorned with sculptures, taken from the most striking subjects of their works; which sculpture bears a resemblance, in its manner and character, to the manner and character of their writings. P.

Chorks; whiches taken from which,

. IMITATIONS. VER. 179. Six pampous columns, etc.

From the dees many a pillere,
Of metal that shone not full clere, etc.' ^
Upon a pillere saw I stonde
That was of lede and iron fine,
Him of the Sect Saturnine,
The Ebraicke Jofephus the old, ete.

Upon an iron piller strong,
That painted was all endlong,

Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand, 180
Hold the chief honours, and the fane command.
High on the first, the mighty Homer shone ;
Eternal adamant compos'd his throne;
Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,
His silver beard wav'd gently o’er his breast; 185
Tho’ bļind, a boldness in his looks appears; ,
In years he seem'd, but not impair’d by years.
The wars of Troy were round the Pillar seen :
Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian Queen;
Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall, 190
Here dragg’d in triumph round the Trojan wall :
Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire,
Bold was the work, and prov'd the master's fire ;
A strong expression most he seem'd t’affect,
And here and there disclos'd a brave neglect. 195

A golden column 'next in rank appear'd,
On which a fhrine of purest gold was rear'd; *


With tigers' blood in every place,
The Tholofan that hight Stace,

That bare of Thebes up the name, etc. P.
VER. 182.]

Full wonder hye on a pillere
Of iron, 'he the great Omer,

And with him Dares and Titus, &c. P..
VER. 196, etc.)

There saw I stand on a pillere
That was of tinned iron cleere,

Finish'd the whole, and labour'd ev'ry part,
With patient touches of unweary'd art:
The Mantuan there in fober triumph sate, 200
Compos'd his posture, and his looks sedate;
On Homer still he fix'd a rev'rend eye,
Great without pride, in modest majesty.
in living sculpture on the sides were spread
The Latian Wars, and haughty Turnus dead ; 205
Eliza stretch'd upon the fun’ral pyre,
Æneas bending with his aged fire:
Troy flam'd in burning gold, and o’er the throne
ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers shone.

Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, 210 With heads advanc'd, and pinions stretch'd for flight :

NOTES. Ver. 210. Four swans sustain, etc.) Pindar being seated in a chariot, alludes to the chariot-races he celebrated in the Grecian games. The swans are emblems of Poetry, their soaring posture intimates the sublimity and activity of his genius. Neptune presided over the Isthmian, and jupiter over the Olympian games.

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imates Swans are races, he celebeing feated ;

The Latin Poet Virgyle,
That hath bore up of a great while
The fame of pious Æneas.

And next him on a pillere was
Of copper, Venus' clerk Ovide,
That hath sowen wondrous wide
The great God of Love's fame.

Tho saw I on a pillere by
Of iron wrought full sternly,

to : Here, like some furious prophet, Pindat rode,

And seem'd to labour with th’inspiring God. - 203

Across the harp a careless hand he flings,
And boldly links into the founding strings. 215
The figur'd games of Greece the column grace,
Neptune and Jove furvey the rapid race.
The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ;
The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone;
The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220,
And all appear'd irregularly great.

Here happy Horace tun'd thAusonian lyre -ne. To sweeter founds, and temper'd Pindar's fire: =10 Pleas'd with Alcæus' manly rage t' infuse

The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse. 225


The grout Poet Dan Lucan,
That on his shoulders bore up then
As hye as that I might see,
The fame of Julius and Pompee.

And next him on a pillere stode
Of sulphur, like as he were wode,
Dan Claudian, sọthe for to tell,

That bare up all the fame of hell, etc. P.
VER. 224. Pleasd with Alcæuso many rage t' infuse.

The softer Spirit of the Sapphic Musé.]*
This expresses the mix'd character of the odes of Horace :
the second of these verses alludes to that line of his,

Spiritum Graiæ tenuem camoena."
As another which follows, to

Exegi monumentum ære perennius.

The polish'd pillar différent sculptures grace ;
A work outlasting monumental brass.
Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear,
The Julian star, and great Augustus here.
The Doves that round the infant poet spread 230
Myrtles and bays, hung hov'ring o'er his head.
· Here in a shrine that cast a dazling light,
Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite ;
His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown'd,
And various Animals his sides surround; 235
His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view
Superior worlds, and look all Nature through.

IMITATION S. The action of the Doves hints at a passage in the fourth ode of his third book.

Me fabulofæ Vulture in Appulo
Altricis extra limen Apuliæ,
Ludo fatigatumque fomno,

Fronde nova puerum palumbes
Texêre; mirum quod foret omnibus-
Ut tuto ab atris corpore viperis
Dormirem et ursis ; ut premerer facra

Lauroque collataque myrto,

Non sine Diis animofus infans.
Which may be thus Englished ;

While yet a child, I chanc'd to stray,
And in a desert sleeping lay;
The savage race withdrew, nor dar'd
To touch the Muses' future bard;
But Cytherea's gentle dove

Myrtles and Bays around me spread,

And crown'd your infant Poet's head,
Sacred to Music and to Love. P.

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