Page images
PDF
EPUB

N

LIBER IV.

O DE IX.

E forte credas interitura, quae

Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum

Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor focianda chordis ; Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces

Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, Delevit aetas: fpirat adhuc amor, Vivuntque commiffi calores Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

Part of the NINTH ODE

L

Of the FOURTH BOOK.

EST you should think that verse shall die,
Which founds the Silver Thames along,

Taught, on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar fong;

Tho' daring Milton fits fublime,
In Spencer native Muses play;
Nor yet shall Waller yield to time,
Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay.

Sages and Chiefs long fince had birth

Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd; These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Thofe, new Heav'ns and Systems fram'd.

Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died.
In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled!
They had no Poet, and are dead.

MISCELLANIES.

1 D

« PreviousContinue »