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Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs,' Self-mov'd : and hov'ring swans, their throats releas'd From native filence, carol sounds harmonious?
Begin, young men, the hymn: let all your harps Break their inglorious silence; and the dance; In mystic numbers trod, explain the music. But first by ardent pray'r, and clear luftration Purge the contagious spots of human weakness : Impure no mortal can behold Apollo. So may ye flourish favour'd by the God, In youth with happy nuptials, and in age With filver hairs, and fair descent of children ;; So lay foundations for aspiring cities, And bless your spreading colonies' encrease..
Pay sacred rev'rence to Apollo's fong; Left wrathful the far-shooting God emit His fatal arrows.
Silent nature stands ; ; And seas subside, obedient to the foundi Of lo, lo Pean ! nor dares Thetis Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death : For Phoebus was his foe, Nor must fad Niobe · In fruitless forrow persevere, or weep Ev’n thro’the Phrygian marble. Hapless mother! Whose fondness could compare her mortal offspring To those which fair Latona bore to Jove, Io ! again repeat ye, lo Pean!
Against the Deity 'tis hard to ftrive. He that refifts the pow'r of Ptolemy, Refifts the pow'r of heav'n : for pow'r from heav'n Derives, and monarchs rule by gods appointed.
Recite Apollo's praise, till night draws on, The ditty fill unfinish'd ; and the day.
Unequal to the Godhead's attributes
Various, and matter copious of your songs.
Sublime at Jove's right hand Apollo fits,
And thence distributes honour, gracious king,
And theme of verse perpetual. From his robe
Flows light ineffable : his harp, his quiver,
And Liêtian bow are gold: with golden sandalo
His feet are shod ; how rich ! how beautiful !
Beneath his steps the yellow min'ral rises ;
And earth reveals her treasures. Youth and beauty
Eternal deck his cheek : from his fair head
Perfumes distil their sweets; and chearful Health,
His duteous handmaid, through the air improv'd,
With lavish hand diffuses scents ambrosial.
The fpear-man's arm by thee, great God, directed,
Sends forth a certain wound. The laureľd bard,
Inspir'd by thee, compofes verse immortal.
Taught by thy art divine, the fage physiciane
Eludes the urn; and chains, or exiles death.
Thee Nomian we adore ; for that from heav'n
Descending, thou on fair Amphrysus' banks
Didst guard Admetus' herds. Sith thence the cow
Produc'd an ampler store of milk : the she-goat
Not without pain dragg'd her distended udder ;
And ewes, that erst brought forth but single lambs,
Now dropp'd their two-fold burdens. Bleft the cattle,
On which Apollo cast his fav’ring eye?
But Phoebus, thou to man beneficent,
Delight'st in building cities. Bright Diana,
Kind Gifter to the infant-deity
New-wean'd, and just arising from the cradle, [lers
Brought hunted wild goats.heads, and branching ant-
Of ftags, the fruit and honour of her toil.
There with difcerning hand thou knew'st to range,
(Young as thou wast) and in the well-fram’d models,
With emblematic skill, and mystic order,
Thou shew'dit, where towers or battlements should
rise; Where gates should open ; or where walls should
While from thy childish pastime man receivid
The future strength, and ornament of nations.
Battus, our great progenitor, now touch'd
The Libyan ftrand; when the foreboding crow
Flew on the right before the people, marking
The country destin'd the auspicious seat
Of future kings, and favour of the God,
Whose oath is sure, and promise stands eternal.
Or Boedromian hear'lt thou pleas’d, or Clarian,
Phoebus, great king? for diff'rent are thy names,
As thy kind hand has founded many cities,
Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man.
Carnean let me call thee ; for my country
Calls thee Carnean: the fair colony
Thrice by thy gracious guidance was transported,
Ere settled in Cyrene; there w'appointed
Thy annual feasts, kind god, and bless thy altars
Smoaking with hecatombs of flaughter'd bulls ;
As Carnus, thy high priest and favour'd friend,
Had erst ordain'd; and with mysterious rites,
Our great forefathers taught their sons to worship.
lo Carnean Phoebus ! lo Pean!
The yellow Crocus there, and fair Narcissus Reserve the honours of their winter store,
To deck thy temple; till returning spring
Diffufes nature's various pride : and flow'rs
Innumerable, by the soft south-west
Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands,
Rebound their sweets from th' odoriferous pavement..
Perpetual fires shine hallow'd on thy altars,
When annual the Carnean feast is held:
The warlike Lybians clad in armor, lead
The dance; with clanging swords and shields they beat
The dreadful measure ; in the chorus join
Their women, brown but beautiful : such rices.
To thee well.pleasing. Nor had yet thy.votaries,
From Greece transplanted, touch'd Cyrene's banks,
And lands determin’d for their last abodes;
But wander'd thro' Azilis' horrid forest
Dispers’d; when from Myrtusa's craggy brow,
Fond of the maid, auspicious to the city,
Which must bereafier bear her favour'd name,
Thou gracious deign't to let the fair one view
Her Typic people : thou with pleasure taught it her
To draw the bow, to flay the shaggy lion,
And stop the spreading ruin of the plains.
Happy the nymph, who honour'd by thy passion,
Was aided by thy pow'r ! the monstrous Python
Durst tempt thy wrath in vain : for dead he fell,
To thy great strength, and golden arms unequal.
Io ! while thy unerring hand elanc'd
Another, and another dart; the people
Joyful repeated lo! Io Pean!
Elance the dart, Apollo: for the safety,
And health of man, gracious thy mother bore thee.
Envy thy latest foe suggested thus ;
Like thee I am a pow'r immortal; therefore
To thee dare speak. How canst thou favour partial
Those poets who write little ? vast and great
Is what I love: the far-extended ocean
To a small riv'let I prefer, Apollo
Spurn's Envy with his foot ; and thus the god:
Daemon, the headlong current of Euphrates,
Affyrian river, copious runs, but muddy;
And carries forward with his stupid force
Polluting dirt ; his torrent fill augmenting,
His wave still more defild: mean while the nymphs
Meliffan, sacred and recluse to Ceres,
Studious co have their off'rings well receiv'd,
And fit for heav'nly use, from little urns
Pour streams select, and purity of waters.
lo! Apollo, mighty king, let Envy
Ill-judging and verbose, from Lethe's lake,
Draw tuns unmeasurable; while thy favour
Administers to my ambitious thirst
The wholesome draught from Aganippe's spring
Genuine, and with soft murmurs gently rilling
Adown the mountains where thy daughter haunts.
A PARAPHRASE on the thirteenth CHAPTER of the
First EPISTLE to the CORINTHIANS.
ID sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sung : Had I all knowledge, human and divine, That thought can reach, or science can define;