Thinn'd by their parents' crimes, our youth shall hear What god shall we, to save the state from doom, Will Jove assign the office and the might To expiate our guilt? Oh, to our pray'r, Augur Apollo, here at length repair, Veiling in clouds thy shoulders ivory-white! Or, laughing Erycina, round whose head Sated, alas! with war's too lengthen'd sport! Who joy'st in gleaming helms, and battle's roar, And, foot to foot with foemen dyed in gore, The Marsian's flashing eye, and fateful port! Or else do thou, sweet Maia's winged child, Doffing the God, descend to earth, and wear The form of youth, Cæsar's avenger, there While thou abid'st, submitting to be styled! * And all about her neck and shoulders flew Long, long to heav'n be thy return delay'd, Long, long may'st thou well pleased beside us stay, And no fell air waft thee from earth away At our dark crimes indignant and dismay'd! Rather lead mighty triumphs, here as now, Where Romans sway, our leader, Cæsar, thou! ODE III. TO THE SHIP IN WHICH VIRGIL WAS ABOUT TO IA SAIL FOR GREECE. AY the great goddess-queen of Cyprus isle, And Helen's brothers, those twin cressets fair, And he that rules the winds, propitious smile, Chaining them all save zephyr in their lair, Thy course, oh bark, directing so, that thou May'st waft in safety to Athene's shore My Virgil, to thy care entrusted now, And to its love my soul's dear half restore! In oak or triple brass his breast was mail'd, Nor fear'd to face the tristful Hyades, That lifts, or calms at will the restless seas.* What form of death could daunt his soul, who view'd Its surging waves, and with disaster strew'd *First came great Neptune with his three-fork'd mace, Fairy Queen, IV. ii. 2. Vainly hath Jove in wisdom land from land Presumptuous man, in insolence of soul, Sweeps to his aim through sacrilege and crime; Heaven's fire for us the bold Prometheus stole By fraud unhallow'd in the olden time; Then wasting agues, hectic fevers smote The earth, and hosts of newborn terrors spread; And Death, till then forgetful and remote, Quicken'd his slow, inevitable tread! On wings that were forbid to mortals durst To heaven itself; and such our guilty pride, Nor lay his vengeful thunderbolts aside. ODE IV. TO SESTIUS. OW biting Winter fled, sweet Spring is come instead, And barks long stranded high and dry put out again from shore; Now the ox forsakes his byre, and the husbandman his fire, And daisy-dappled meadows bloom where winter frosts lay hoar.* By Cytherea led, while the moon shines overhead, The Nymphs and Graces, hand-in-hand, with alternating feet Shake the ground, while swinking Vulcan strikes the sparkles fierce and red From the forges of the Cyclops, with reiterated beat. "Tis the time with myrtle green to bind our glistening locks, Or with flowers, wherein the loosen'd earth herself hath newly dress'd, And to sacrifice to Faunus in some glade amidst the rocks A yearling lamb, or else a kid, if such delight him best. Joyous, the impatient husbandman perceives Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers Drives from their stalls, to where the well-used plough Lies in the furrow, loosened from the frost. THOMSON'S Seasons. Spring. |