presented  to 
of  tbe 

\Hnivcr6it^  of  Toronto 

Hammett  P.Hill,  Esq.,  K.C. 


t  h  e  /<ry^ 

WORKS 

O    F 

ANACREON, 

SAPPHO,     BION, 

MOSCHUS  and  MUSjEUS. 

Tranflated  from  the  original  Greek. 

By  FRANCIS    FAWKES.M.i. 
* in » 

-  ■   -Propitious  Mufe, 


While  I  Co  late  unlock  thy  hallow'd  Springs,  ^*/\      , 

This  long-loft  melody  to  hear,  3 y^    Ov 


And  breathe  whate'er  thy  ancient  Airs  infufe, 


To  polifh  Albion 's  warlike  Ear  ^S^ 


Thy  fweeteft  Arts  employ ;  C» 

As  when  the  Winds,  from  Shore  to  Shore, 
Through  Greece  thy  Lyre's  perfuafive  Language  bore, 
Till  Towns,  and  liles,  and  Seas  return' d  the  vocal  Joy. 

Akenjlde  on  Lyric  Poetry. 


LONDON: 

Printed  for  J.  Newbery,  in  St.  Paul's  Church-yaret; 

and  L.  Davis  and  C.  Reymers,  in  Holborn. 

M,DCC,LX. 


V 


^N\^SN    ...^ 


'PR 
8 


INTRODUCTION. 

IT  may  be  neceflary  to  inform  the  Reader, 
that  many  of  the  following  Odes  were  tranf- 
lated  feveral  Years  ago  at  College  for  the  Au- 
thor's Amufement,  without  any  Intention  of 
making  them  public.  But  being  encouraged  by 
the  Partiality  of  Friends,  and  allowed,  to  infert 
thofe  Odes  *  of  Anacreon,  which  are  elegantly 
translated  by  the  late  Dr.  Broome,  and  a  few 
others  f  ;  he  determined  to  give  an  entire  Verfion 
of  the  Teian  Bard,  as  no  one  of  this  Nation  had 
hitherto  done  it.  Mr.  John  Addi/on's  Tranflation 
is  incomplete,  and,  excepting  a  few  Odes,  harfh 
and  crude,  and  far  from  being  well  done.  What 
the  late  ingenious  and  learned  Mr.  Wejl  fays  of 
Cowley's  Pindar,  may  be  applied  to  his  Odes  of 
Anacreon  :  "  That  they  have  not  the  leaft  Refem- 
"  blance  to  the  Manner  of  the  Author  whom 
"  they  pretend  to  imitate,  or,  if  any,  'tis  fuch  a 
•*  Refemblance  only  as  is  exprefTed  by  the  Italia* 
*l  Word  Caricatura,  a  monftrous  and  diftorted 
"  Likenefs." 

It  may  be  thought  a  bold  Undertaking  to  at- 
tempt Sappho,  after  the  high  Encomiums  which 

*  Dr.  Broome' &  Odes  were  printed  in  the  Gentleman's 
Magazine,  under  the  Name  of  Charles  Chejler,  M.  D. 
|  Fix.  Odes  2,  1 1>  45,  49,  and  5 1. 

A  2  Mr, 


iv         INTRODUCTION. 

Mr.  Addifon,  in  the  Speflator,  has  pafTed  on  Pbi- 
iips\  Tranflation  of  her  two  Odes.  But,  with 
Deference  to  the  Authority  of  fo  good  a  Judge, 
befides  what  the  Reader  will  find  obferved  with 
regard  to  Mr.  Pbilips's  miftaking  the  true  Senfe 
of  his  *  Author,  the  three  firft  Lines  are  ama- 
zingly rough  and  awkward  : 

Bleft  as  th' immortal  Gods  is  he, 
The  Youth  who  fondly  fits  by  thee, 
And  hears  and  fees  thee  all  the  ivhj/e,  Sec. 
It  is  furprifing,  that  fuch  unpoetical  Expreffions, 
as  thofe  here  marked,  fhould  efcape  the  Cenfure 
of  the  accurate  Mr.  Jddifon,  unlefs  we  fufpeft, 
that   the   Partiality    of  the   Friend   biaffed   the 
Judgment  of  the  Critic. 

It  is  equally  furprifing,  that  the  beautiful  Idyl- 
Hums  of  Bion  and  Mofchus,  which  charm  every 
Reader  in  the  Original,  mould  fcarce  ever  have 
been  attempted  in  Englijh.  The  Tranflator, 
therefore,  mayjuflly  claim  fome  Merit  in  endea- 
vouring to  make  thefe  elegant  Greek  Writers 
fpeak  his  native  Language. 

He  cannot  conclude  this  fliort  Introduction, 
without  returning  his  Thanks  to  an  ingenious 
and  worthy  Friend  (whofe  Name  would  do  Ho- 
nour to  the  Title  page)  for  his  Revifal  and 
Correction  of  this  little  Work,  and  for  thofe 
excellent  Tranflations  of  the  ldylliums  of  Mofchus, 
marked  D. 

*  See  the  Note  in  Page  1 87. 

THE 


THE 

LIFE 

O    F 

ANACREON. 

ANacrem  was  born  at  Teos,  a  Sea-port  Town 
of  Ionia.     Who  were  his  Parents  is  uncer- 
tain, though  it  is  conjectured,  from  good  Autho- 
rity, that  his  Family  was  noble.     The  Time  of 
his  Birth,  according  to  Barney  was  in  the  Se- 
cond Year  of  the  55  th  Olympiad,  about  the  Be- 
ginning of  the  Reign  of  Cyrus,   in  the  Year  of 
Rome  194,  and  the  554th  before  Christ.    Ac- 
cording to  this  Account,  he  was  about  Eighteen 
Years  of  Age,  when  Harpagus,  the  General  of 
Cyrus,  came  with  an  Army  againft  the  confe- 
derate Cities  of  the  Ionian:  and  Motions.     The 
Teians,  finding  themfelves  too  weak  to  with- 
ftand  the  Enemy,  rather  chofe  to  abandon  their 
Country  than  their  Liberty,  and  therefore  trans- 
ported themfelves  and  their  Families  to  the  City 

A3,  it 


vi  THE      LIFE      OF 

of  Abdira  in  Thrace  ;  where  they  had  not  been 
long  fettled,  before  the  Tbracians,  jealous  of  their 
new  Neighbours,  endeavoured  to  give  them 
Disturbance.  It  is  probable  that,  in  thefe  Con- 
flicts, Anacreon  loft  thofe  Friends  whom  he  la- 
ments in  fome  of  his  Epigrams. 

We  cannot  expect  many  Particulars  of  the 
Life  of  this  Poet,  becaufe  he  feems  to  have  heen 
a  profefTed  Defpifer  of  Bufinefs,  and  the  Cares  of 
the  World.  It  is  certain,  that  Wine,  Love,  and 
the  Mufe,  had  the  Difpofal  of  all  his  Hours-. 

From  Abdera  he  went  to  the  Court  of  Poly 
crates.  Tyrant  of  Samos,  at  that  Time  one  of  the 
moft  gay  and  ftourifhing  in  Apa.  A  Perfon  of 
Anacreon 's  Character  muft  undoubtedly  meet  with 
a  welcome  Reception,  wherever  Wit  and  Plea- 
fure  were  efteemed :  Accordingly  we  find,  that 
he  was  (o  highly  honoured  by  Polycrates,  as  not 
only  to  be  admitted  into  a  Share  of  his  Friendihip, 
but  even  into  his  moft  fecret  Counfels*  How 
long  he  continued  at  Sa?nos,  is  uncertain  j  but  it 
is  probable,  that  the  Friendihip  of  Polycrates,  and 
the  Splendor  of  his  Court,  had  Influence  enough 
to  detain  him  there  the  greateft  Part  of  bis 
Reign.  This  Opinion  alfo  feems  confirmed  by 
Herodotus,  who  affures  us,  that  Anacreon  was  with 
*hat  Prince  in  his  Chamber,  when  he  received  a 

Meflog:e 


ANACREON.        vii 

Mtfliige  from  Orates,  Governor  of  Saiclisy  by 
whofe  Treachery  Polycratei  was  foon  after  be- 
trayed, and  inhumanly  crucified  *. 

A  little  before  this  remarkable  Incident  Ana- 
(reon  left  Samos,  and  removed  to  Athens,  having 
been  invited  thither  by  Hipparelms  the  eldeft  Son 
of  Piftjlratus,  one  of  the  moft  virtuous  and  learn- 
ed Princes  of  his  Time ;  who,  as  Plato  aflures 
us,  fent  the  moft  obliging  Letters,  with  a  Veflcl 
of  fifty  Oars,  to  convey  him  over  the  JEgean. 
The  fame  Philofopher  who  relates  this,  does 
Anacreon  the  Honour  to  ftyle  him  "  the  v\  ife 
s'nacre:n  ;"  which  is  the  Foundation  of  Monfieur 
Fontene'JSs  ingenious  Dialogue,  where  he  intro- 
duces Anacreon  and  Arijlotle  difpuiing  the  Prize 
of  Wifdom,  and  gives  the  Advantage  to  our  Poet. 

Hipparchus  being  afiaffinated,  he  returned  to 
his  native  Country  Teos  j  for,  after  the  Death  of 
Cyrus,  the  Teians  had  been  fuffered  to  reinhabit 
their  Country  unmolefted.  Here  he  remained, 
as  Suidas  informs  us,  till  another  Commotion  in 
the  State  obliged  him  once  more  to  fly  to  Abdl.ra\ 
where  he  died  in  the  85th  Year  of  his  Age. 

The  Manner  of  his  Death  was  very  extra- 
ordinary j  for  we  are  told,  that  he  was  choaked 
with  a  Grape-ftone,  as  he  was  regaling  on  fome 
new. Wine  :    Which  has  afforded  Mr.  Cowley  a 

*  See  Uaiver/aJ  HiJIcn ,  Vol.  3\  8vo.  Page  271. 

Subject 


viii  THE     LIFE     OF 

Subject  for  a  fine  Elegy,  the  Conclufion  of  which 
is  very  happy  : 

Jt  grieves  me,  when  I  fee  what  Fate 

Does  on  the  belt  of  Mankind  wait, 

Poets  or  Lovers  let  them  be ; 

'Tis  neither  Love  nor  Poefy 

Can  arm  againft  Death's  fmalleft  Dart 

The  Poet's  Head,  or  Lover's  Heart. 

But  when  their  Life  in  its  Decline 

Touches  th' inevitable  Line, 

All  the  World's  mortal  to  them  then, 

And  Wine  is  Aconite  to  Men. 

Nay,  in  Death's  Hand  the  Grape-flone  proves 

As  itrong  as  Thunder  is  in  Jove's. 

A  fmall  Part  only  of  his  Works  has  efcaped 
the  Malice  of  Time  ;  for,  befides  the  Odes  and 
Epigrams  that  (till  remain,  he  compofed  Elegies, 
Hymns,  and  Iambics.  Some  Writers  honour 
him  with  the  Invention  of  the  Lyre.  How  much 
he  was  the  Delight  both  of  the  Ancients  and 
Moderns,  appears  fufficiently  from  thofe  extra- 
vagant Praifes  which  they  have  beftowed  on 
him.     Horace  mentions  him  with  Honour  : 

Nee 7  Ji  quid  olim  lujit  Anacreon, 

Tkle-vit  atas-~  *— Lib.  4.  Ode  9. 

blithe  Jnacreons  fportive  Lay 

Still  lives,  in  fpite  of  Time's  deftru&ive  SwajK 

Dunccmbe. 

Anacrwr- 


ANACREON.         Jx 

Anacreon  had  a  delicate  Genius,  and  there  are 
inexpreflible  Charms  and  Graces  in  his  Poetry. 
«'  His  chief  Excellence,  fays  Madam  Dacitr, 
"  confifts  in  imitating  Nature,  and  following 
"  Reafon:  He  prefents  no  Images  to  the  Mind 
"  but  what  are  noble  and  natural."  "  The 
"  Odes  of  Anacreon,  fays  Raphi,  are  Flowers, 
"  Beauties,  and  perpetual  Graces  :  it  is  familiar 
««  to  him  to  write  what  is  natural  :  He  has  an 
"  Air  (o  delicate,  eafy  and  graceful,  that,  among 
"  all  the  Ancients,  there  is  nothing  comparable 
"  to  the  Method  he  took,  nor  to  that  Kind  of 
'«  Writing  he  followed.  He  flows  foft  and  eafy, 
"  every  where  difTufing  the  Joy  and  Indolence 
«  of  his  Mind  through  all  his  Compofitions, 
•«  and  tuning  his  Harp  to  the  pleafant  and  happy 
"  Temper  of  his  Soul." 

But  no  one  has  given  us  a  jufter  Character  of 
his  Writings,  than  that  little  God  who  infpircd 
them,  as  Mr.  Cowley  has  made  him  fpeak  : 

All  thy  Verfe  is  foftcr  far 

Than  the  downy  Feathers  are 

Of  my  Wings,  or  of  my  Arrows, 

Of  my  Mother's  Doves,  or  Sparrows  ; 

Graceful,  cleanly,  fmooth  and  round, 

All  with  Venui  Girdle  bound. 

I  cannot 


x  THE    LIFE,    {ffc. 

I  cannot  better  conclude  this  Account  of  Ana~ 
creon,  than  with  the  following  Epitaph,  as  it  is 
tranflated  in  the  Speftator,  No.  551. 

On  Anacreon.     By  Antipater. 
This  Tomb  be  thine,  Anacreon  ;  all  around 
Let  Ivy  wreath,  let  Flow'rets  deck  the  Ground, 
And  from  its  Earth,  enrich'd  by  fuch  a  Prize, 
Let  Wells  of  Millc,  and  Streams  of  Wine  arife  : 
So  will  thine  Ames  yet  a  Pleafure  know, 
If  any  Pleafure  reach  the  Shades  below. 

To  which  let  me  add  a  fine  Stanza  from  Dr. 
Akenfidei  Ode  on  Lyric  Poetry^  in  Honour  of  our 
Poet: 

I  fee  Anacran  fmile  and  fing: 
His  filver  Trefles  breathe  Perfume ; 
His  Cheek  difplays  a  fecond  Spring 
Of  Rofes,  taught  by  Wine  to  bloom. 
Away,  deceitful  Cares,  away ! 
And  let  me  liften  to  his  Lay, 
While  flowery  Dreams  my  Soul  employ  ; 
While,  turtle-wing'd,  the  laughing  Hours 
Lead  Hand  in  Hand  the  feftal  Powers, 
Lead  Youth,  and  Love,  and  harmlefs  Joy. 


THE 


THE 


ODES 


O    F 


ANACREON, 


Tranflated  from  the  Greek. 


With  Rofes  crown'd,  on  Elowers  fupinely  laid, 
Anacreon  blithe  the  fprightly  Lyre  eflay'd, 
In  light  fantaftic  Meafures  beat  the  Ground, 
Or  dealt  the  mirth-infpiring  Juice  around  : 
No  Care,  no  Thought,  the  tuneful  Telan  knew, 
But  mark'd  with  Blifs  each  Moment  as  it  flew. 

Trogre/t  of  Poetry.     By  a  Lady. 


THE      ODES      OF 

ANACREON. 

O    D    E      I. 

ON     HIS     L  T  R  & 

V  TT1AKE,  0  Lyre,  thy  filent  Strings 

"    V  V     Celebrate  the  Brother-Kings, 

"  Sons  of  AtrtuSf  fam'd  afar, 

«  Cadmus,  and  the  Tin-ban  War."— 

Rap; 
Ode   I. 

This  Ode  is,  with  great  Reafon  and ,  Propriety, 
placed  at  the  Head  of  thefe  beautiful  little  hcems ; 
for  Love,  the  Argument,  is  in  a  good  meafure  the  Ar- 
gument of  all  the  reft. — The  Invention  of  it  ha?  been 
cfteemed  fo  happy  and  gallant,  and  the  Turn  fo  deli- 
cate, that  the  belt  Mailers  of  Antiquity  have  copied 
this  excellent  Original.  Horace  had  it  in  View,  Od« 
12.  Book  2. 

Nolis  Utiga  fertt  Bella  Numanti^r, 
Nee  iirum  Annibahm,  nee  Siculu;n  mare, 
Patio  purpureum  /anguine,  moilibui 
siptari  citfrarar  meals. 

X>ire  Hannibal,  the  Roman  Dread, 

Numantian  Wars  which  rag'd  fo  long, 
And  Seas  with  Punic  Slaughter  red, 
Suit  not  the  fofter  Lytic  Song. 

Lord  Chief  Baron  Gilbert. 
B  2  OxvV 


4         ANACREON. 

Rapt  I  ftrikc  the  vocal  Shell 5 

Hark — the  trembling  Chords  rebel } 

AH  averfe  to  Arms  they  prove, 

Warblins  only  Strains  of  Love. 

&      '  Late 

Ovid  has  imitated  it  in  feveral  of  his  Elegies :  In 
the  following  Diftich  he  feems  to  have  comprehended 
the  Sttbftance  of  the  whole  Ode.  Ekg.  \z.  Book  3. 

Cum  Ththa,  cm  Try*  fowl,  cm  Cafaris  atia  ; 
Ingenium  mowit  fola  Corinna  memn. 

Tho'  -Thehes  and  Troy  remain,  and  C*>r*s  Praife,  *) 

Jlluftrious  Themes  that  might  my  Fancy  raife,      > 
ma  only  can  infpire  my  Lays.  J 

Bion  of  Smyrna  has  beautifully  imitated  this  Ode  at 
the  End  of  hie  Fourth  Idyttium. 

H*  (saw  7*£  fyorw  a,M.ov  *j  u^atmrov  wet  pttou, 

K*ti£»mt  ptv  ylutrcra,  **»  «<  w«po<  ««  tr*  auhi. 

Ken  two.  /*&(  yx\yA<r*  h«  rof^aroi  |#«  v$<*. 
To  praife  a  Hero  when  I  ftrike  the  Lyre, 
Or  nobly  daring  to  fome  God  afpire, 
In  Strains  more  languid  flows  the  nervelefs  Song, 
The  fault1  ring  Accents  die  upon  my  Tongue  ; 
But  when  with  Love  or  lytidas  I  glow, 
Smooth  are  my  Lays,  the  Numbers  fwectly  flow. 


V»a.  %i  $eM*/Atreus,fcr>.~Cadmusa».^The- 
oan  tFar]  Agammnw  and  Mentlaus,  the  chief  Com- 
manders at  the  Siege  of  Troy     By  the  Jmi*  the 
mft£g  the  Trojan,  and  by  Cadmus  the  Theban 


ban 
mat 

War. 


Vre. 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.         5 

Late  I  fining  anew  my  Lyre 

"  Heav'nly  Mufe,  my  Bread  infpirej  !• 

«<  While  the  fuelling  Notes  refound 

*'  Hercules,  for  ToiL  renown'd." 

Still  the  Chords  rebellious  prove, 

AnfVring  only  Strains  of  Love  ! 

Farewel 

Vt*  9.   tati •! ftrtmg  ak#w  mj  Vfrt!\    Mr. 

judicioufly  obferVes,  }n  hia  Notes  on  the  Tvwnry- 
fixth  OJc  of  J  ok  of  I/v<ccf  that  the  P< 

M  any  extraordinary  Sul 

To  found  his  | 
In  po.ncert  with  the  tun« 
On  the  fam'd  tufa 

In  I  umbers  fweet,  as  old  dlcam  fung. 

Ver    14.  V  Sir  ins  of  Love.]     The 

Greek  Word,  .  is  very  ftrong  an  J  expreflive, 

and  means,  "  to  return  a  contrary  icimd.  To  un- 
derhand this  Pail'age  clearly,  v.e  mufc  imagine  that 
Ar.ac eon  is  tinging  and  playing  u^on  the  Lyre,  which, 
inftead  of  anfwering  to  his  Voice  in  heroic  Numbers, 
returned  only  the  Sounds  of  Love.  Tibu  lus  has  a 
fimilar  Expreffion,  Elej.  4.  Book  3. 

Tunc  ego  re.  c  tbara  joteram gauctere /mora, 
Necjimiles  ihordii  redderei 

No  more  I  tun'd  the  loud  refounding  String, 
Nor  to  the  Lyre's  fweet  Melody  could  fing. 

B  3  Ver. 


6  A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

Farewel  Heroes,  farewcl  Kings !  15 

Love  alone  fhall  tune  my  Strings. 

ODE       II. 

By  another  Hand. 
ON       W  O    M  E    N. 
"XT Ature  gives  all  Creatures  Arm", 
"**  ^    Faithful  Guards  from  hoflile  Harm? > 
Jaws,  the  Lion  to  defend, 
Horrid  Jaws  that  wide  diftend  ! 
Horns,  the  Bull,  refiftlefs  Force  !  5 

Solid  Hoofs,  the  \\g  rous  Horfe  j 

Nimble 

Ver.  15.  Fareu  el  Heroes,  &c] 

— ■  ■■  'Heroum  clara  walett 
Nom'na,  non  apta  ejl  gratia  vejira  tnihi. 

0<vtd,  EUg.  1.  Books. 

Ye  Heroes  of  immortal  Fame,  adieu ! 

Ill  fuits  the  warbling  of  my  Lyre  with  you. 

Ode  II. 

Phicylides  has  copied  great  Part  of  this  Ode  in  his 
admonitory  Poem : 

'OttXov  txxru  tUfH  ©to?  Ipvair    w%o(potTav 

T«fgct?  $'  uvro^vroki  xtgtxuraw,  xevlga  piKtaamu; 
JE^f  i/lon  «*>jk<z§  t$uK%'  toytn;  J  igi/jt*  wfyumwk. 

Arms 


ANACREON.         7 

Nimble  Feet,  the  fearful  Hare; 

Wings  to  fly,  the  Birds  of  Air  ; 

Fins  to  fwim,  the  watry  Kind  ; 

Man,  the  bold,  undaunted  Mind.  lo 

Nature,  lavifhing  her  Store, 

What  for  Woman  had  fhe  more  ? 

Helplefs 

Arms  to  all  Creatures  God's  abundant  Care 
Affords ;  light  Pinions  to  the  Birds  of  Air; 
The  lordly  Lion  boafts  his  matchlefs  Might ; 
The  Bull's  bright  Horns  are  terrible  in  Fight ; 
The  Sting  fharp-pomted  is  the  Bee's  Defence; 
The  Shield  and  Buckler  of  Mankind  is  Senfe. 

Ver.  IO.  To  Man,  the  bold  undaunted  Mihd\  The 
Greek  Word,  tyompx,  generally  fignifies  Prudence ; 
and  fo  Stephens  has  tranflated  it :  But  as  it  would  be 
highly  abfurd  to  fuppofe  that  Nature  had  forgot  that 
ufeful  Ingredient  in  the  Compofition  of  the  Ladie.^, 
we  muftlook  out  for  another  Interpretation.  ^o*r,fx» 
equally  fignifies  Magnanimity.  It  is  fimilar  to  an 
Exprcffion  of  Tu.'/y,  in  Off.  I.  19 — Elatio  tif  magni- 
tude anini  :  And  as  Mr.  John  Addijon,  in  his  Note 
on  this  Paflage,  obferves :  "By  Courage,  when  ap- 
plied to  Man,  is  properly  meant  that  Superiority  of 
Mind,  which  is  Man's  peculiar  CharacTsriltic  and 
Charter  of  Dominion." 

B  4  Vs*. 


8         A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

Helplefs  Woman !  To  be  fair  j 

Beauty  fell  to  Woman's  Share. 

She  that's  beauteous  need  not  fear  15 

Sword,  01  Flame,  or  Shield,  or  Spear : 

Beauty 

Ver.  »4»  BtauN  fill  to  Wtmatti  Share.]  Cotudut, 
in  his  Poem  of  the  Rape  of  Htltn%  has  the  fame 
Thought,  fpeaking  of  Vtnut  .* 

Mum  Ku-n'^t;  uvuhm  m  &'<*'  *  $twt%M9 

AM»  71  $H(MtWV  m$HI9H4  J    ttm  ^U  fH%(Mit 

Of  all  the  Gods,  no  regal  Sway  I  bear, 
Nor ,  w«ak  and  timid,  w'mU  the  martial  Spear  J 
Yet  great  my  PowV,  for  my  tfJl&e'ft  Bwto 
Arc  Smiles  end  Laves  (b*t  tftofflph  §v#f  ft*§rt«» 

And  a  little  further, 

Ay?.uiY,  <e>jJ\v  ^a.KKcv  ctgirevaw  yvvxixn;. 

No  Fights  I  know,  averfe  to  War's  Alarms;  "^ 

Idalian  Venm  has  no  need  of  Arms  :  ^ 

The  Fair  are  irrefiftible  in  Charms.  J 

Nonnus  introduces  V^nus  fpeaking  in  the  fame  Man- 
ner: 

E/%o?  EfAcv  msihi  xa.'h'Kos,  &>mv  £i£o?  mhfio  putty), 
Refiftlefs'  Beauty  for  a  Sword  I  wear, 
And  Cbarmi  more  piercing  than  the  pointed  Spear. 

The 


ANACREON.  9 

Beauty  ftronger  Aid  affords, 

Stronger  far  than  Flames  or  Swords, 

Stronger  far  than  Swords  or  Shields  j 

Man  himfelf  to  Beauty  yields.  20 

ODE      III. 

CUPID     BENIGHTED. 

rT"M3  E  fable  Night  had  fpread  around 

"*■     Th'is  nether  World  a  Gloom  profound  ; 

No  filver  Moon  nor  Stars  appear, 

And  ftrong  Bootes  urg'd  the  Bear  : 

The 


The  Romans  were  fo  fully  convinced  of  the  Power  of 
Beauty,  that  the  Word  fortis,  ftrcng  or  'valiant,  frgni- 
fies  likewife/a/V  or  baud/ome  ;   as  appears  by  two  Paf-- 

fages  in  P.'au.'us. Bacchid.  Aft.  2.    Seen.  2.  38. 

Sei  Bacchis  etiam  tlbl  fortis  <vifa  eft  ?    Et  Miles  Glor. 
Aft.  4.  Seen.  3.    13.  Ecquid 'fortis  <vifa  eft  ? 

Ode    III. 

This,  as  Longepierre  obfenies,  is  one  of  the  mc"; 
beautiful  of  jlnacreon's  Ode?.  Nothing  can  bs  mor^ 
ingenious  thanrthe  Fiftion,  which  is  fomcthing  fimilar 
to  the  Fable  of  the  Serpent  and  the  Labourer. 

VRR.4.    ylnd ftrong  Boctes  urg'd  the  Bear,]     Two 
Confteihuions  near  the  Northern  Bole.    JBtitet  is  alfo 
B  5  called' 


io        A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

The  Race  of  Man,  with  Toils  oppreft,  5 

Enjoy 'd  the  balmy  Sweets  of  Reft  ; 

When  from  the  heav'nly  Court  of  J.vt 

Defcended  fwiftthe  God  of  Love, 

(Ah  me  !  I  tremble  to  relate) 

And  loudly  thunder'd  at  my  Gate.  1.0 

4t  Who's  there  ?  Icry'd,  Who  breaks  my  Door 

"  At  this  unfeafonable  Hour?" 

The  God,  with  well-diflembled  Sighs, 

And  Moan  infidious,  thus  replies  : 

*k  Pray  ope  the  Door,  Dear  Sir 'tis  I,         15 

"  A  harmlefs,  miferable  Boy  j 

'•  Benumm'd  with  Cold  and  Rain  I  ftray 

«'  A  long,  uncomfortable  Way— — 

"  The 

called  ArBcphylax,  or  the  Bear-keeper,  Jratiu,  in  his 
Phenomena,  has  three  Lines  perfectly  iimilar  to  this 
Paffage  of  Anacreon  : 

Ei-omQtv  $'  EAmci?  ^«ftl«»  tXxovli  wxu$ 
AgxlolpvtetZ,  tov  <>  civets  iTruthumn  JSourw, 
OCn%  u\Aa.$iot.irl<;  tTra<pci)f/.tioi  nation  A^kIh, 

Behind,  and  feerning  to  urge  on  the  Bear, 
Arclophylax,  on  Earth  Bootes  nam'd, 
Sheds  o'er  the  ArSU  Car  his  Silver  Light, 


ANACREON.        u 

M  The  Winds  with  bluftYmg  Horror  roar 

*  'Tis  difmal  dark Pray  ope  the  Door."     20 

Quite  unfufpicious  of  a  Foe 
I  liften'd  to  the  Tale  of  Woe, 
Compaflion  touch'd  my  Breaft,  and  ftrait 
I  ftruck  a  Light,  unbarr'd  the  Gate  ; 
When,  lo  \  a  winged  Boy  I  fpy'd  25 

With  Bow  and  Quiver  at  his  Side : 
I  wonder'd  at  his  ftrange  Attire; 
Then  friendly  plac'd  him  near  the  Fire. 
My  Heart  was  bounteous  and  benign, 
I  warm'd  his  little  Hands  in  mine,  30 

Chear'd  him  with  kind  affiduous  Care, 
And  wrung,  the  Water  from  his  Hair. 
Soon  as  the  fraudful  Youth  was  warm, 
**  Let's  try,  fays  he,  if  any  Harm 
"  Has  chanc'd  my  Bow  this  ftormy  Night  j     25 
"  I  fear  the  Wet  has  fpoil'd  it  quite  :" 
With  that  he  bent  the  fatal  Yew, 
And  to  the  Head  an  Arrow  drew ; 

B  6  Loud 


12        ANACREON. 

Loud  twang'd  the  founding  String,  the  Dart 

Pierc'd  thro'  my  Liver  and  my  Heart. 

Then  laugh'd  amain  the  wanton  Boy, 

And,  "  Friend, he  cry'd,  I  wifh  thee  Joy  ; 

*'  Undamag'd  is  my  Bow,  I  fee, 

*'  But  what  a  Wretch  I've  made  of  thee  I" 

ODE 

Ver.  40.  Pierced  thro*  my  Liver.]  The  Antients 
placed  the  Seat  of  Love  in  the  Liver,  as  might  be 
proved  from  feveral  Paffages. 

Cum  tibi  ferxens  amor  y  libido, 

£>u<tfolet  mitres  furiare  equorum, 

Soviet  circa  jeeur  ideerofum.       Hor.  B.  1 .  Ode  2. 

And  burning  Love  and  loathfome  Lull, 

Such  as  the  madding  Fillies  fires, 

Still  in  thy  canker'd  Liver  rage.  Duncomhe. 

Ibeccrit.  Idyll,  1 1.  ver.  16. 

—She  in  his  Liver  fix'd  a  Dart. 

And  in  the  Thirteenth  Idyll.  Ver.  71.  fpeaking  of 
Hercules,  he  fays, 

■  X«?if:rc{  y#£  to*u  S*0{  >)7ra§  ctpvo-av. 

For  in  his  Liver  Love  had  fix'd  a  Wound. 

There  is  tn  Epigram  in  the  Seventh  Book  of  the 
Anthohgia,  to  thp  fame  Pur  pole  : 

A»)|ov,  TLguc,  ttepihiis  re  xcu  swoloj.  a  $  ImQvfAw; 
Ba?J.ttv,  aMo  Tt  f*a  ruv  f/.-.tezv  yLtrccQco. 

Ccafe,  Love,  to  wound  my  Liver  and  my  Heart : 
If  I  mull  fuffer,  chufe  fome  other  Part. 

PDI 


AN  ACRE  0  N.        i3 

ODE      IV. 
ON      HIMSELF. 

REclin'd  at  Eafe  on  this  foft  Bed 
With  fragrant  Leaves  of  Myrtle  fpread, 
And  flow'ry  Lote,  I'll  now  refign 
My  Cares,   and  quaff  the  rofy  Wine. 
In  decent  Robe,  behind  him  bound,  5 

Cupid  fhall  ferve  the  Goblet  round  : 
For  faft  away  our  Moments  fteal, 

Like  the  fwift  Chariot's  rolling  Wheel : 

The 
Ode   IV. 

Ver,  2.  With  fragrant  Leave:  of Myrtle  fpread,  &c] 
Madam  Dacier  obferves,  that  the  Antients,  by  way  of 
Indulgence,  ufed  to  repofe  themfelvcs  on  large  Heaps 
of  fragrant  Herbs,  Leaves  and  Flowers. 

ViiR.  7.  Far  f aft  aixay  our  Moments  (leul, 

Like  thefwft  CharioCs  rolling  Wheel.'] 

Seneca,   in  his  Hercules  Fur  em,  A£t  1.  Scene  2.   Ver. 
177.  has  the  fame  Sentiment. 

Properat  curfu 

Vita  citato,  wolucrique  die 
Rota  pracipilis  vtrtitur  anr.i. 

With  rapid  Motion,  never  at  a  Stay,  ~| 

Life  fwiftly  polls  along,  and,  Day  by  Day,  ^ 

The  Year's  great  Wheel  incefiant  roils  away.       J 

V*R. 


r4        A  N  A  C  R  E  0  AT. 

*'The  rapid  Courfe  is  quickly  done, 

And  foon  the  Race  of  Life  is  run ;  i© 

Then,  then,  alas !  we  droop,  we  die, 

And  funk  in  Diflblution  lie  j 

Our  Frame  no  Symmetry  retains  ; 

Nought  but  a  little  Duft  remains. 

Why  on  the  Tomb  are  Odours  (hed  ?  15 

Why  pour'd  Libations  to  the  dead  ? 

To 

Ver.  14..  Nought  but  a  little  DuJ?  remains.]   Antho- 
logia,  Book  7. 

Ed  ^uoHTi  tx  TefTwa  roc  KvrrfiOoi;  iv  $  A^tgovb 
Ore*  x.att  cntomr,,  <mot$tn,  x.iicofji.iBx. 

Tbyllisy  while  living,  let  us  Life  employ 
In  the  foft  Tranfports  of  Idalian  Joy  ; 
For  when  we  die,  (and  die,  alas  !  we  muft) 
All  that  remains  is  -  fhes,  Bones,  or  Duft. 

Nos  ubi  decidimm 
Quo  plus  JEnea',  quo  Tullus  dives,  &  Ancust 

Pul<vis  \S  umbra  fumus.  Hor. 

But  to  the  dreary  Realms  below 
Who  fink,  mult  no  Return  forever  know  ! 

Jnroll'd  among  the  mighty  dead, 
Our  Body  will-be  Duft,  our  Soul  a  Shade,  buncombe. 

Ver.  15.   Why  on  the  Tomb  are  Odours  Jbed? 
Why  pour'd  Libations  to  the  dead?] 

There  are  two  Epigrams  in  the  Second  Book  of  the 
Jnthohgia,  very  fimilar  to  this  Paflage  of  Jnacreon  : 

K«»  -nwE,  xa»  regzvu,  Ajj^coxga/sj*  a  yet*  if  «u» 
ILofwO*,  acf  taz\  TEAK'S  tlcfttOa* 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.        i5 

To  me,  far  better,  while  I  live, 

Rich  Wines  and  balmy  Fragrance  give ; 

Now,  now,  the  rofy  Wreath  prepare, 

And  hither  call  the  lovely  Fair.  20 

Now, 

Kcti  riP*>Si  itityxhxc,  WVKCt(TWIA.tQoi,  KXi  L4.V?V7t!p.lt 

Avrui,  rn^iv  ti>/*£ok  t<*vt«  pejew  jti?-»j. 

Nfv  tv  tfAOi  whtu  [AiQv  T«  urMov  o-rtx  raf*.*. 

ftexget  ob  b.ivx.x'Kwv  avroc  Kxtxx>.vwxru. 

Drink  and  rejoice;  for  let  us  wifely  think, 
My  Friend,  we  mull  not  always  laugh  and  drink  : 
Our  Heads  we'll  crown  with  FlowVs  and  rich  Per- 
fumes 
Before  they're  vainly  lavilh'd  on  our  Tombs. 
Cares  and  Anxieties  I  now  refign, 
Or  drown  them  in  a  mighty  Bowl  of  Wine. 
When  dead,   Deucalion  may,  if  he  thinks  good, 
Drench  my  cold  Carcafe  in  a  watry  Flood. 

M"  fMi^x,  yw  rttpxv&s  XiQtixu;  rnXx.cn.  %*£»£«> 

M»j«  to  07i;g  (pXsliJS*    £t<  Zt»o>  i\  SxiTxvn. 
Zurri  jcaoi,  jit»  ^i?»ik  x*Vax>' 

On  the  cold  Tombs  no  fragrant  Unguents  fhed,  ~) 
No  flow'ry  Chaplets  unavailing  fpread,  ^  t 

Nor  kindle  living  Lamps  to  light  the  dead. 
Vain  are  thefe  Honours  ;  rather,  while  I  live, 
To  me  the  fvveet,  the  rich  Oblation  give. 

Of  thefe  Cuftorr.s  of  the  Antients,  of  pouring  fweet 
Unguents  on  the  Tombs  of  the  dead,  and  crowning 
them  with  Flowers,  tiff.  See  Potter's  Antiquities. 

*  Ver. 


i6        ANACREON. 

Now,  while  I  draw  my  vital  Breath, 
Ere  yet  I  lead  the  Dance  of  Death, 


For 


Ver.  22.  Ere  yet  I  lead  the  Dance  of  Death.']  The 
Antients  believed,  that  happy  Souls  in  the  Elyftan 
Fields  enjoy'd  thofe  Pleafures  which  they  moll  delight- 
ed in  when  living.     Thus  Virgil, 

Pars  pedtbus  plaudunt  choreas,  &  carmina  dicunf. 
Thofe  raife  the  Song  divine,  and  thefe  advance 
In  meafur'd  Steps  to  form  the  folemn  Dance.     Pitt, 

Tihullus,  Book  i .  Eleg.  3. 

Sed  me,  quodfacilis  tenero  fumfemper  Amori, 

Ipfa  Venus  campos  ducet  in  Elyjios  : 
Hie  chorea,  cantus  vigent,    cifr. 

Then  Love  my  Ghoft  (for  Love  I  ftill  obey'd) 
Will  grateful  uflier  to  th'  Elyfian  Shade : 
There  Joy  and  ceafelefs  Revelry  prevail, 
There  foothing  Mufic  floats  on  ev'ry  Gale ; 
There  painted  Warblers  hop  from  Spray  to  Spray, 
And,  wildly-pleafing,  fwell  the  gen'ral  Lay  : 
There  ev'ry  Hedge  untaught  with  Caflia  blooms, 
And  fcents  the  ambient  Air  with  rich  Perfumes  : 
There  ev'ry  Mead  a  various  Plenty  yields ; 
There  lavilh  flora  paints  the  purple  Fields  : 
With  ceafelefs  Light  a  brighter  Phoebus  glows, 
No  Sicknefs  tortures,  and  no  Ocean  flows : 

But 


ANACREQN.       \y 

For  Joy  my  Sorrows  I'll  refign, 
And  drown  my  Cares  in  rofy  Wine. 

ODE     V. 

0  tf     tUt     ROSE, 

fT^O  make  the  Beverage  divine 

-**    Mingle  fweet  Rofes  with  the  Wine  j 

Delicious  will  the  Liquor  prove, 

For  Rofea  are  the  Flow'**  of  Love j 

And 

Sat  Youths  afiociaie  with  the  gentle  Mt, 

/Witc.  '■«  ktthe  Si 

Wjti  w ttifdew  •  btr^  -ay. 

Provokes  tQ  Rapture,  and  infl.imes  the  Play  : 

But  chief  the  conflant  few,  by  Death  betray'd, 

Reign  crown'd  with  Myrtle,  Monarchs  of  the  Shade. 

Grainger. 

I  hope  the  Reader  will  not  think  this  Quotation 
tedious,  as  the  Paflage  is  admirably  tranflated,  and 
contains  a  beautiful  Deicription  of  Elyftum. 

Ode   V. 

The  Grecians  eileemed  the  Rofe  more  than  any 
other  Flower,  and  admitted  it  to  all  their  Entertain- 
ments ;  of  which  there  needs  no  other  Proof  than  this 
Ode  of^«<3ir?w«,andlikewife  the  Fifty-third,  where  he 
praifes  this  beautiful  Flower  with  the  greateft  Addrefs 

and 


iS        ANACREON. 

And  while  with  Wreaths  of  Rofes  crown'd,      5 
Let  Laughter  and  the  Cup  go  round. 
HaiJ,  lovely  Rofe  !  to  thee  I  fing, 
Thou  fweeteft  Daughter  of  the  Spring  : 
All  Mortals  prize  thy  Beauties  bright ; 
In  thee  the  Pow'rs  above  delight.  10 

Gay  Cupids  with  the  Graces  bland, 
When  lightly  bounding  Hand  in  Hand, 
With  nimble  Feet  he  beats  the  Ground, 
Shows  his  bright  Locks  with  Rofes  crown'd. 

Here 

and  Delicacy.  The  Romans  equally  valued  it.    Horace 
fays, 

Hue  <v'ma  &  ttngutnfa,  (jf  nimium  brevet 
Flores  an:ante  ftrre juhe  rqj'r. 

Here  Wine.'and  Oyl,  and  Rofes  bring, 
Too  Jhort-liv'd  Daughters  of  the  Spring. 

Buncombe, 

His  Complaint  of  the  Shortnefs  of  the  Rofe's  Dura- 
tion is  an  artful  and  delicate  Manner  of  praifing  that 
Flower. 

Ver.  5.  A -id  while  with  Wreaths  of  Rofe:  crown'd.] 
The  Antients  ufed  Wreaths  of  Flowers,  and  Perfumes, 

at 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.        19 

Here  then  the  flow'ry  Garland  bring  ;*  15 

With  Numbers  fweet  I'll  wake  the  String, 
And  crown'd  with  Rofes,  heav'nly  Flow'rs  f 
Admitted,  Bacchus,  to  thy  Bow'rs, 
With  fnowy-bofom'd  Sappho  gay 
I'll  dance  the  feather'd  Hours  away.  20 

ODE      VI. 
THE   PARTY  OF  PLEASURE. 


w 


H I L  £  Rofes  round  our  Temples  twine, 
We'll  gayly  quaff  the  fparlding  Wine  : 

And, 


at  their  Entertainments,  not  only  for  Pleafure,  but 
becaufe  they  imagined  that  Odours  prevented  the 
Wine  from  intoxicating  them. 

*      Ode   VI. 

This  Ode,  in  the  Original,  bears  the  fame  Title  as 
the  former,  Ei?  ^ahit  On  the  Rofe.  But,  as  it  is  uni- 
verfally  agreed,  to  be  a  Miftake  of  the  Copyiils,  the 
Editors  of  Anacreon  have  given  it  various  Appella- 
tions. Barnes  calls  it  Ka«.or,  which  he  translates 
Fefti-v'tas  i  materia,  I  he  Feilival  of  Love.  Dr.  '/rapp 
jntitlesit  "Lvpzw^Convi-viuHi*  The  Banquet.  Madam 
i? Acier  would  have  it  called  Tt&  Mafquer  de  :  But  I 
agree  with  Lo>:gc?>errc,  who  thinks  it  ought  to  be  iryled 
The  Party  of  I'Uafurt. 


ao       ANACREQN. 

And,  lo  !  the  love- alluring  fair 
Her  Thrfus  brandilhes  in  Air, 
With  cluiVring  Ivy  wreath'd  around  5 

Whofe  Branches  yield  a  ruftling  Sound  ; 
With  graceful  Eafe  her  Steps  file  fuits 
To  Notes  of  foft  hnian  Lutes. 
A  Youth,  whofe  Hair  luxuriant  flows 
In  Curls,  with  Breath  ambfofial  blowi  i» 

Thai 

Van  4<  y»hdijku  The 

VtR.  10,  flPM  Breath  ai^fofial  lloaus.]  Mr. 
tcigepie-re  quotes  a  molt  beautiful  Epigram  from  the 
Seventh  Book  of  the  Anth'Aogia,  r,ear  the  End,  fimi- 
lar  to  this  Paflage  ;  which,  I  think,  cannot  have  Jus- 
tice done  it  in  an  Englijh  Tranfiation  : 

Nticlag  £»}»  to  (p/M/fAM'   to  yap  j-ojua  nxlccg<&-  fftTff* 
Nt-'v  piQw  to  (pi\-i}(A,ci,  <aciKw  tov  sgwU  iznruxu*;. 

Phyllis  the  gay,  in  Robe  of  Beauty  drefr, 
Late  on  my  Lips  a  humid  Kifs  imprcft  ; 
The  Kifs  was  Nedtar  which  the  I'air  beftow'd, 
For  in  her  am'rous  Breath  a  Gale  of  Neclar  flow'd. 

What 


ANACREON.       21 

The  well-pair'd  Pipes,  and,  fwcetly  clear, 

Pours  melting  Mufic  on  the  Ear. 

Here  Cupid  too  with  golden  Hair, 

And  Bacchus,  ever  young  and  fair, 

With  Cythcrea,  who  infpires  15 

Delightful  Thoughts  and  warm  Defires, 

Gay-fmiling  join  the  feftive  Train, 

And  make  an  old  Man  young  again. 

ODE 

What  Love,  ye  Gods !  what  Raptures  in  her  Kifs  f 

My  Soul  was  drunk  with  Ecftacy  of  Blifs. 

Ver.  12.  Pours  melting  Mufic  on  the  Ear.]  Hpxjw* 
hytixv  o[A/pr,y,  pouring  a  liquid  Sound.  The  Expreflion 
is  very  delicate.  Horace  has  fomething  like  it,  Ode, 
24.  B,  1. 

Cui  li  qui  dam  Pater  vocem  cum  cithara  dtdit. 

Who  fliar'ft  from  Jove  the  melting  Voice  and  Lyre. 

Duncombt, 

Ver.  14.  Bacchus  ever  young  and  fair  ]     The  an- 
cient Poets  always   reprefented  Bacchus  young  and 
beautiful.     So  Oa.;V,  Mctam.  Book  4.  Ver.  17. 
■——TiH  enim  incottfumpta  juventa', 

Tu  puer  aternus,  tu  formofijfimus  alto 

Ccnfpiceris  cceh  :   t'bi,  cumjine  cornibus  adflat, 
Virgincum  caput  eft  > 

To  thee  Eternity  of  Youth  is  giv'n ; 
Unrival'd  in  thy  Bloom  thou  fhin'ft  in  Heav'n  : 
Conceal  thy  Horns,  and  ev'ry  charming  Grace 
Of  Virgin  Beauty  brightens  in  thy  Face". 

Ode 


22       ANACREON. 

©  D  E     VII. 
T HE   P9JVER    ©F    L  &  V A. 

0  V  E,  waving  awful  in  his  Hand 
•*■*  His  Hyacinth- encircled  Wand, 
Forc'd  me,  averfe,  with  him  to  run  j 
In  vain  I  {trove  the  Tafk  to  fhun. 
Swift  o'er  the  Plain  our  Courfe  we  ply'd,  5 

Thro'  foaming  Floods,  o'er  Forefts  wide, 


O'er 


Ode   VII. 


Ver.  2.  His  Hyacinth-encircled  Wand.}  Madam 
Dacier  and  Barnes  thought,  vuxiAvn  might  fignify  the 
Colour  of  the  Wand  or  Rod  ;  but  as  the  Hyacinth  is 
110  where  defcribed  to  be  of  any  determined  Colour, 
the  Interpretation  will  not  hold  good.  The  Thought 
is  poetical,  and  worthy  of  Anacreon,  to  fuppofe  Cu- 
pid's Wand  adorned  with  little  Wreaths  of  that  deli- 
cate Flower  tied  round  it :  Or  perhaps,  by  voutaSurt 
qccQu  the  Poet  meant  only  a  fingle  Hyacinth  ;  for 
^a.Qh<;  may  fignify  the  Stalk  or  Stem  of  a  Flower : 
And  then  the  Moral  of  this  charming  Ode  will  latently 
inculcate  the  irrefiftible  Force  of  Love,  in  whofe  Hands 
a  Flower  is  as  powerful  as  his  Bow,  and  Arrows  that 
are  tipt  with  Fire. 

A  late  Right  Reverend  Author,  much  admired  for 
the  Elegance  of  his  Writings,  feems  to  have  had  an 
eye  to  this  Ode  when  he  compofed  the  following 
Lines  oh  a  Fan  : 

FUvia 


A  N  A  C  RE  0  JV.        23 

O'er  Hills  where  Rocks  impending  hung, 

Till  me,  alas  !  a  Serpent  flung  : 

Sore  heav'd  my  Heart  with  dire  Difmay, 

My  Spirits  funic — Idy'daway 10 

Pleas'd  Cupid  caught  my  trembling  Hand, 
My  Face  with  his  foft  Pinions  fann'd/ 
And  cry'd,  '  Since  now  myPow'r  you  prove3 
<  Dare  you  flill  boaft,  you  will  not  love  i' 


A 


ode    viir. 

THE     DREAM. 

S  on  a  purple  Bed  fupine, 

Rapt  in  the  pleafing  Joys  of  Wine, 

I  lullM 

Flavia  the  leaft  and  flighted  Toy 

Can  with  refiftlefs  Art  employ : 

This  Fan,  in  meaner  Hands,  would  prove 

An  Engine  of  fmall  Force  in  Love  ; 

Yet  flie,  with  graceful  Air  and  Mien, 

Not  to  be  told,  or  fafely  feen, 

Directs  its  wanton  Motions  fo, 

That  it  wounds  more  than  CupiPs  Bow; 

Gives  Coolnefs  to  the  matchleis  Dame, 

To  ev'ry  other  Bread  a  Flame. 

Ver.  8.  Till  me,  alas!  a  Serpent  ftunj."]  His  being 
ftung  by  a  Serpent,  as  Madam  Dader  obferves,  was  to 

ptuHh 


24       ANACREON. 

I  lull'd  my  weary  Limbs  to  Reft, 

Methought,  with  Nymphs  fupremely  bleft, 

A  beauteous  Band,  I  urg'd  the  Chaee,  J 

Contending  in  the  rapid  Race } 

While  faireft  Youths,  with  Envy  (lung, 

Fair  as  Lyaus  ever  young, 

With  jealous  Leer,  and  bitter  Jcft, 

Their  keen  Malevolence  cxpreft.  i« 

Intent  on  Love,  I  ftrive  to  greet 

The  gamefome  Girls  with  KuTes  fweer, 

And,  as  on  Pleafure's  Brink  I  feem, 

Wake,  and,  behold !  'tis  all  a  Dream; 

Vcx'd 


punifh  his  Infenftbility,  and  to  mow  that  Love,  if  he 
would  fubmit  to  his  Dominion,  would  take  him  under 
his  Protection. 

Ode  VIII. 

Ver.  8.  Fair  at  Lyseus  ever  young.]  Lyaus  was  a 
Name  given  to  Bacchus.  It  is  derived  from  the  Word 
hum,  to  loofe  or  //  ee,  becaufe  Wine  frees  the  Mind 
from  Anxieties. 

4-  Ver.- 


A  N  AC  R  E  O  N.       25 

Vex'd  to  be  thus  alone  in  Bed,  15 

My  vifionary  Charmers  fled, 
To  dream  once  more  I  clofe  my  Eyes ; 
Again,  ye  foft  Illufions,  rife  ! 

ODE 

Ver.  15.  Vex'd  to  be  thus  alone  in  Bed, 

My  vifionary  Charmers  fled,  &c] 

Madam  Dacier  commends  the  Delicacy  and  Beauty 
of  this  Ode,  though  in  her  Tranflation  all  the  Spirit 
evaporates  :    The  two  lail  Lines, 

MifAotwiAtvos  o  o  Thr.yuiiv  Tlxhiv  rfoihov  Kxdrjdat. 

Thus  miferably  left  alone,  I  ivijh'd  to  fleet)  again  ; 

Ihe  has  rendered  thus  :  Etant  done  tout  trifle  de  me  voir 
ainfi  demettre  feul,  je  ne  trou-vai  /  oint  de  meilleure  convo- 
lution, que  de  me  remettre  a  dortnir.  There  are  fome 
beautiful  Lines  in  Ovid's  Epiftle  of  Sappho  to  Fhaon, 
as  Mr.  Pope  has  taught  her  to  fpeak,  which  will  elu- 
cidate this  PafTage  of  Anacreon. 

O  Night  more  pleafing  ihan  the  brighteil  Day, 
When  Fancy  gives  what  Abfence  takes  away, 
And  dreft  in  all  its  vifionary  Charms, 
■Reftores  my  fair  Deferter  to  my  Arms ! 
But  when  with  Day  the  fweet  Delufions  fly, 
And  all  I  hings  wake  to  Life  and  Joy,  but  I, 
As  if  once  more  forfaken,  I  complain, 

i  clofe  my  Eyes,  to  dream  of  you  again. 

C  Ode 


26        ANACRE&N. 

ODE    IX. 

THE     DOVE. 

"  ripE  L  L  me,  dear,  delightful  Dove, 

-"-  Emblematic  Bird  of  Love, 
•c  On  your  wavering  Wings  defcending, 

u  Whence  you  come,  and  whither  tending  ? 

«  Tell 

Ode  IX. 

Faber  fays  of  this  Ode,  that  it  does  not  feem  to  be 
the  Work  of  one  Man  only,  but  that  the  Graces  join- 
ed, in  Concert  with  the  Mules  to  finifn  this  beautiful 
little  Piece. 

To  underftand  it  properly  we  ipuft  remember,  that 
it  was  a  Culiom  among  the  Antients,  when  they  un- 
dertook long  Journeys,  and  were  defirous  of  fending 
back  any  News  with  uncommon  Expedition;  to  take 
tame  Pigeons  along  with  them.  When  they  thought 
proper  to  write  to  their  Friends,  they  let  one  of  thefe 
Birds  loofe,  with  Letters  faflened  to  its  Neck :  The  Bird, 
once  releafed,  would  never  ceafe  its  Flight  till  it  ar- 
rived at  its  Neft  and  young  ones.  7"he  fame  Cuflom 
ftill  obtains  among  the  Turks,  and  in  feveral  Eaftcm 
Countries.  Longepiene  has  a  Quotation  from  vE/ian, 
Book  6.  Chap.  7  which  proves,  that  the  Croav,  Koguvr,, 
was  fometimes  employed  in  this  Office.  The  Paf- 
fage  may  be  thus  tranflated  :  "  Jn  Egypt,  near  the  Lake 
*<  Myris,  the  Natives  fhew  the  Monument  of  a  Crow, 
**  of  which  they  give  the  fallowing  Account :  That  it 
"  was  brought  up  by  one  of  their  Kings  called  Mar- 
*'  rhu>  whofe  Epiftles  it  carried,  wherefoever  he  plea- 

"  fed, 


ANACREOW.        27 

44  Tell  me  whence  your  fnovvy  Plumes  5 

44  Breathe  fuch  Fragrance  of  Perfumes  I 

44  And  what  Mafter  you  obey, 

44  Gentle  Bird  of  Venus ,  fay  !" 

44  Blithe  Anacrcon^  the  wife, 

(Thus  the  feather'd  Page  replies)  10 

44  Sends  me  o'er  the  Meads  and  Groves 

44  To  Bathyllus  whom  he  loves, 

44  To 

•*  fed,  with  greater  Expedition  than  the  fwifteft  of  his 
**  MefTengers  :  That,  when  he  gave  his  Orders,  itim- 
"  mediately  underflood  which  Way  to  direct  its 
"  Flight,  through  what  Country  to  pafs,  and  where  to 
"  Hop.  To  recampenfe  thefe  Services,  when  it  died, 
lt*Marrhei  honoured  it  with  a  Monument  and  an  Epi- 
V  taph." 

Ver.  6.  Breathe  fuch  Fragrance  of  Perfumes^  *  The 
'  Greets  perfumed  their  Birds,  as  we  perfume  our  Lap- 
'  dogs.'     Madam  Dacier. 

Ver.  12.  To  Bathyllus  whom  he  love  \]  Bathyllus 
was  a  young  S  a  mi  an  of  great  Beauty,  and  admired  by 
Anacreon.  See  Ode  29th.  Horace  has  taken  notice 
of  this  PafTion  : 

Kon  aliter  Sumio  dicunt  arfjje  Bathjllo 

Anacreonla  Teium, 
S>ui  perf-efe  cava  tejluditie  fe-vit  amcrem, 

Non  elaboration  ai pedem.  Epod.  1 4. 

Such  was  the  Fate  Ar,acreon  prov'd, 
So  fondly  he  Bathyllus  lov'd, 

C  2  Accuf- 


28        ANACREON. 

"  To  BathylluSy  beauteous  Boy, 

"  Mens  Delight,  and  Maidens  Joy. 

"  For  a  Sonnet  terfe  and  trim,  15 

"  Which  the  Poets  call  a  Hymn, 

*'  VenuSi  in  her  fweet  Regard, 

tc  Sold  me  to  the  gentle  Bard  : 

"  Happy  in  his  eafy  Sway, 

«'  All  his  Mandates  I  obey;  20 

"  Often  through  the  Fields  of  Air 

"  Song  or  Billet-doux  I  bear. 

M  If  you  ferve  me  well,  fays  he, 

"  I  will  fhortly  make  you  free. 

*'  He  may  free  me,  if  he  will,  25 

«  Yet  I'll  ftay  and  ferve  him  ftill : 

«  For 

Accuftom'd  his  Complaints  to  fuit 

In  eafy  Meafures  to  the  Lute.  Duncombe. 

This  Youth  was  alfo  a  Favourite  of  Poly  crates,  who 
ere&ed  a  Statue  to  him  that  reprefented  Apollo  playing 
upon  the  Lyre. 

Ver.  15,  16.  For  a  Sonnet  terfe  and  trim, 

Which  the  Poets  call  a  Hymn,  &C.] 
The  Poet  could  not  pay  himfelf  a  more  delicate  Com- 
pliment, than  by  faying,  that  Venus,   the  Mother  of 
the  Graces,  was  glad  to  purchafe  a  little  Hymn  of  his 

compofing 


ANACREON.       29 

u  For  what  Comfort  can  I  know 

"  On  the  Mountain's  barren  Brow  ? 

t(  Or  in  Deferts  left  alone, 

"  There  to  murmur  and  to  moan  ?  30 

*f  Or  in  melancholy  Wood, 

"  Pecking  Berries,  .naufeous  Food  ! 

"  Now  I  eat  delicious  Bread, 

««  By  my  liberal  Mailer  fed  ; 

"  Now  I  drink,  of  his  own  Bowl,  35 

*'  Rofy  Wine  that  chears  my  Soul  j 

"  Somc- 

compofing  at  the  Price  of  one  of  her  favourite  Doves. 
This  Paflage  is  a  Proof,  that  Anacrton  wrote  Hymns  in 
Honour  of  the  Gods ;  which  are  all  loll,  except,  per- 
haps, Part  of  the  50th  and  5  2d  Odes  to  Bacchus,  t!  e 
58th  to  Cupid,  the  6cth  to  Diana,  and  the  64th  to 
Ajollo.     The  6zd  Ode  is  alfo  an  Hymeneal  Hymn. 

Ver.  35.   Ko~m  I  drink,  cf  his  own  Boiv/, 
Rofy  Wine,  &c] 

The  Dove  praifes  the  Liberality  of  his  Mailer  for  ad- 
mitting him  to  drink  of  the  fame  Wine  as  himfelf; 
which  was  an  Indulgence  the  Antients  never  allowed 
to  any  but  their  Favourites.  Thus  Homer  introduces 
Achilles  entertaining  Jjax,  Ulyjfes,  and  Phoenix,  Iliaa 
9.  Ver.  202. 

With  that  the  Chiefs  beneath  his  Roof  he  led, 
And  plac'd  in  Seats  with  purple  Carpets  fpread. 

C  3  Then 


30       ANACREON. 

"  Sometimes  dance,  and  fometimes  play, 

M  Ever  eafy,  ever  gay  ; 

"  Or  my  fragrant  Pinions  fpread, 

"  Hovering  o'er  my  Matter's  Head  :  40 

"  When  my  Limbs  begin  to  tire, 

"  Then  I  perch  upon  his  Lyre  ; 

"  Soothing  Sounds  my  Eye -lids  clofe, 

"  Sweetly  lulling  my  Repofe. 

«4  Now  I've  told  you  all  I  know,  45 

«'  Friend,  adieu 'tis  Time  to  go  ; 

«'  You  my  Speed  fo  long  delay, 

"  I  have  chatter'd  like  a  Jay." 

ODE 

Then  thus — Patroclus,  crown  a  larger  Bowl, 
Mix  purer  Wine,  and  open  every  Soul. 
Of  all  the  Warriors  yonder  Hoft  can  fend, 
Thy  Friend  moil  honours  thefe,  and  thefe  thy  Friend. 

Pope. 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.        31 

O   D   E      X. 

CUPID     IN     WAX. 

A     Ruftic  brought,  of  curious  Mold, 
A  waxen  Cupid  to  be  fold  : 
"  What  Price,  I  cry'd,  ingenuous  fay, 
"  For  this  fmall  Image  (hall  I  pay  ?" 
"  Small  is  the  Price,  reply'd  the  Clown,  5 

•«  Take  it,  e'en  take  it  at  your  own: 
««  To  tell  you  all  without  a  Lye, 
'*  I  make  no  Images,  not  I  j 
"  But  dare  not  in  my  Manfion  truft 
"  This  Patron  of  unbounded  Luft."  10 

'*  If  fo,  then  for  this  little  Coin, 
"  Said  I,  the  Deity  is  mine. 


««  And 


Ode    X. 


The  Commentators  obferve,  that  Anacrton  maVes 
this  young  Countryman  fpe'ak  in  the  Dcrir  Dialcft, 
which  was  the  molt  ruftic,  to  ridicule  the  Unpclite- 
nefs  ofaPeribnwho  could  be  fo  infcrfible  of  the 
Charms  of  Love,  as  to  wifh  to  part  with  his  Image. 

Ver.  11.  iffo,  then  jor  iLs  little  Coin.]  In  the 
Qrt,  I;  the  Price  offered  is  a  Drachm,  an  Jttic  Corn, 
Va'.ue  about  Seven- peace  Half-penny  EngUJh. 

C  4  Ver. 


32        ANACREON. 

«'  And  now,  great  God,  my  Breaft  infpire, 
"  There  kindle  all  thy  gentle  Fire  : 
"  But,  if  thou  fail'ft  to  favour  me,  1 5 

M  I  fwear  I'll  make  a  Fire  of  thee." 

ODE 

Ver.  16.  I/wear  Til  make  a  Fire  of  thee.  ~\  Barnes 
obferves,  that  it  was  ufual  for  the  antient  Heathens  to 
treat  the  Images  of  their  Gods  well  or  ill,  juft  as  they 
fancied  they  had  been  ufed  by  them..  The  modern 
Indians  chaftife  their  Idols  with  Scourges,  whenever 
any  Calamity  befalls  them.  There  is  a  Paflage  in  the 
Seventh  Idy Ilium  of  Theocritus  fimilar  to  this  of  our 
Poet,  where  a  Perfon,  after  having  made  his  Supplica- 
tion to  the  God  Pan,  pleafantly  enough  threatens  him : 

Ei  ^  otWui  vtvirons,  zctra.  pi*  %joa  ot«i<t'  osv%i?(?t 
Aaxfo/xsvss  faocpcuoy  x.  T.  7\. 

But  may'it  thou,  if  thou  dar'ft  my  Boon  deny, 
Torn  by  fell  Claws  on  Beds  of  Nettles  lie  ; 
All  the  cold  Winter  freeze  beneath  the  Pole> 
Where  Heber's  Waves  down  Edon's  Mountains 

roll; 
And  in  the  fcorching  Heats  of  Summer  glow, 
Where  under  Blemyan   Rocks  Nile's   boiling 

Waters  flow. 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.       33 
ODE-     XI. 

By  another  Hand. 
ON     HIMSELF. 
|rXF  T,  with  wanton  Smiles  and  Jeers, 

Women  tell  me,  I'm  in  Years  5 
I,  the  Mirror  when  I  view, 

Find,  alas  !  they  tell  me  true  ; 

Find 
Ode  XI. 

That  natural  Facility  of  Thought,  and  that  fweet 
Simplicity  of  Expreffion,  which  are  fo  defcrvedly  admi- 
red in  the  Writings  >:,  abound  in  the  Origi- 
nal of  this  beautiful  Ode.  Horati  gives  us  his  true  Cha- 
racter, when  he  tells  us  he  wrote,  non  elabiralum  ad 
pedem,  in  unlaboured  Verfe  ;  Vcrfe  that  flows  with  i'o 
much  Eafe,  that  it  feems  to  have  cofl  him  no  Care  c* 
Trouble.  He  played  upon  his  Lyre,  and  the  Num- 
bers came ;  therefore  he  fays  of  him  in  another  Place  j 

Nee,  Ji  quid  dim  lufit  Anacreon, 

Delevit  atas Hor.  I,.  4.  Od  9. 

and  blithe  Anaereon's  fportive  Lay 
Still  lives,  in  fpite  of  Time's  deftruclive  Sway. 

Duncainbe. 

We  have  an  Imitation  of  this  Ode  in  an  E;  igram 
of  P 'alia das,  in  the  47th  Chapter  of  the  2d  Book  of 
the  Anthologia. 

T/rgateov  ^s  yvuMtai  enrojxwjrliiffi,  "kiyov\i% 
Ek  to  x.a.To'jPiCot  b^ccu  AsevJ/avov  yjAifcj^. 

C   5  Ey;o^:»; 


34        ANACREON. 

Find  my  wrinkled  Forehead  bare,  .  5 

And  regret  my  falling  Hair  ; 

White  and  few,  alas !  I  find 

All  that  Time  has  left  behind. 

But  my  Hairs,  if  thus  they  fall, 

If  but  few,  or  none  at  all,  10 

Afking 

To  me  the  wanton  Girls  infulting  fay, 
«  Here  in  this  Glafs  thy  fading  Bloom  furvey  :' 
Juft  on  the  Verge  of  Life,  'tis  equal  quite, 
Whether  my  Locks  are  black,  or  filver-white; 
Rofes  around  my  fragrant  Brows  I'll  twine, 
And  diffipate  Anxieties  in  Wine. 
Ver.  6.  And  regret  my  falling  Hair.]    The   Hair 
was  always  efteemed  by  the   Antients  the  principal 
Ornament  of  Beauty.     Jpuleius  has  this  remarkable 
PafTagein  the  Second  Book  of  his  Nlilejiacks:  "  Even 
"Venus  her/elf,   if Jhe  vuas  dfitute  of  Hair,    though 
"  fwrounded  by  the  Graces  and  Loves,   -would  not  have 
*'  Charms  to  pleafe  her  oven  Hujband Vulcan."     Lotge- 
f.ierre  quotes  a  PafTage  from  Pttronius,  where  Eumnlpus 
calls  the  Hair  the  chief  Grace  of  Beauty  : 

Quod  fummum  forme  dec  us,  cecidcre  cap':  Hi, 
Vernantefque  comas  triftis  abegit  hyems. 

Nunc  umbra  vudaia  fuajam  tempora  maerenty 
dreaque  attritis  nidet  adufta  pills. 

O  fallax  naUira  dciim  !  qti#  prima  dedijli 
JElati  noJlr<r  gaudia,  frima  rap  is. 

3  Jffelix 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.       35 

A/king  not,  I'll  never  fhare 

Fruitlefi  Knowledge,  fruitlefs  Care. 

This  important  Truth  I  know, 

If  indeed  in  Years  I  grow, 

I  muft  fnatch  what  Life  can  give  j  ij 

Not  to  love,  is  not  to  Iiye. 

ODE 

Infelix  tnodo  crinibus  nitebas 
Pbabo  pukhrior,  is'  furore  Pbceb\  : 
jit  nunc  Itevior  are,  mel  rotunda 
Horti  tuber e,  quod  credi.it  uuda, 
Piicntesfugis  iff  times  paellas. 
I  t  mcrfcm  citius  venire  credos y 
Scito  jam  capitis  pertJJ'c  partem. 

Fall'n  is  thy  Hair,  for  woeful  Winter  hoar 
Has  ftol'n  thy  Bloom,  and  Beauty  is  no  more  ; 
Thy  Temples  mourn  their  fhady  Honours  (horn, 
Parch'd  like  the  Fallow,  defh'tute  of  Corn. 
Fallacious  Gods !   whofe  Bleflings  can  betray ; 
What  firft  ye  give  us,  firfi:  ye  take  away. 
Thou,  late  exulting  in  thy  golden  Hair, 
As  bright  as  Phoebus,  or  as  Cynthia  fair, 
Now  view'it,  alas!  thy  Forehead  fmooth  and  plain 
As  the  round  Fungus,  Daughter  of  the  Rain  ; 
Smooth  as  the  Suriace  of  well-polifh'd  Brafs, 
And  fly'lt  with  Fear  each  Laughter-loving  Lafs. 
Death  hatles  amain  ;  thy  wretched  Fate  deplore; 
Fall'n  is  thy  Hair,  and  Beauty  is  no  more. 

C  6  Ode 


36       A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 
ODE    XII. 

ON    A     SWALLOW. 

QAY,  chattering  Bird,  that  dar'ft  invade 

My  Slumbers  with  thy  Serenade, 
And  fteal'fl  my  vifionary  Blifs, 
How  mall  I  punifh  thee  for  this  ? 
Say,  fhall  I  clip  thy  foaring  Wing  ; 
Or,  like  ftern  Tereus,  Thracian  King, 
To  Swallows  Name  of  dire  Difmay, 
Tear  by  the  Roots  thy  Tongue  away  ? 

Ode  XII. 

Ver.  6.  Or,  Ukejlern  Tereus,  &c]  The  Poet  very 
judicioufly  endeavours  to  terrify  the  Swallow  with  the 
Mention  of  Tereus,  v/hofe  Palace,  as  the  Antients  have 
remarked,  was  carefully  avoided  by  thofe  Birds. 
Pliny  fays,  Arx  regum  Thracit?,  a  Terei  nefajio  crimine 
irpvifa  hirwidinibus.  See  alfo  Solinus.  From  this  Paf- 
fage  of  Anacreon  it  fhould  feem,  that  Philomela  was 
changed  into  a  Swallow,  and  not  Progne,  as  Q<vid 
and  others  have  afierted.    . 

Ver. 


For, 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.       37 

For,  with  thy  execrable  Scream, 

Thou  wak'ft  me  from  a  golden  Dream,  10 

And 

VeR.  IO.  Thou  nvak'Jl  me  from  a  golden  Dream, 
And  f rank  my  Arms  haft  fnatch'd  away 
Phyllis  the  fairy  the  young,  the  gay.] 

Madam  Dacier  fays,  that  this  PafTage,  and  another  in 
the  Eighth  Ode 

Intent  on  Love,  I  ftrive-to  greet 
The  gamefome  Girls  with  Kifles  fweet, 
And,  as  on  Pleafure's  Brink  I  feem, 
Wake,  and,  behold  !  'tis  all  a  Dream. 

undoubtedly   furnifhed  Horace  with    that    beautiful 
Sentiment  in  the  Firft  Ode  of  the  Fourth  Book  : 

Noflurnis  te  egofomniis 
fam  caftum  teneo  ;.  jam  'volucremfequor 

Te  per  gramina  Martii 
Can  pi,  te  per  aquas,  dure,  loluhiles. 

Which  Mr.  Pope  has  moft  admirably  imitated  : 

Thee,  drefs'd  in  Fancy's  airy  Ream, 
Abfent  I  follow  through  th'  extended  Dream  ; 

Now,  now  I  fcize,  I  clafp  thy  Charms, 
And  now  you  burft  (ah  cruel !)  from  my  Arms; 

And  fwiftly  (hoot  along  the  Mall, 
Or  foftly  glide  by  the  Canal, 

Now  lhown  by  G)*//>/Vs  fihfr  Ray, 
And  now  on  rolling  Waters  fnatch'd  r.v 

Argentarius   imitates  this  Paflage  in  an  Epigram,  in 
the  Firft  Book  of  the  Anthologia,  which  begins, 

Eiouhov  xoitjk  y%er  a7ro7r1«fAs;oy. 

Invidious 


38        ANACREON. 

And  from  my  Arms  haft  fnatch'd  away 
Phyllis  the  fair,  the  young,  the  gay. 

ODE 

Invidious  Swallow,  with  thy  horrid  Scream 
Why  haft  thou  wak'd  me  from  fo  fweet  a  Dream  ? 
Stunn'd  by  thy  Noife  fair  Pjrrba,  like  the  W  ind, 
Flew  from  my  Arms,  juft  yielding  to  be  kind. 

Agatb'ias  has  alfo  imitated  it  in  an  Epigram,  in  the 
Seventh  Book  of  the  Anthalogia. 

Tlxaxv  tyu  Tw  vvxlot  xtvvfO[/.xi'    tvn  a  t7rA6»j 

Qp^poq,  ikmvarai  (jukpx  j^a^iy^sjos. 
AiAtpnnpiTgvQij'i  j£iAtob$4{"    t;  01  (At  oxkpv 

BaMtwt,  yXvxepov  X.v(/>x  <nsx^uiax(/.ivxi. 
SI  <p^avi^oci  taxvaxa^t  AaXvjT^ioES'   a  yxg  tyuys 

Tr,v  <pi7\0(*.n7\iia.v  y'Kuaaxv  X7ri6^ufx.r,v. 
AXX  Iti;^o»  )0\cciovri  xxr  ts^ea,   xxi  ycxotre 

Ejj  «»7ro?,  xgctvxw  avXiv  itytfyiAtvxi, 
Buioj  iva,  xvucrcr<H[jL£v'    iaui;  di  ti;  »?£»  ovu^oq 

'O?  [At  Po^xiQsion;  wrixfffn  x(//p^x}\rn. 

All  Night  I  figh,  with  Cares  of  Love  oppreft, 
And  when  the  Morn  indulges  balmy  Reit, 
Thefe  twitt'ring  Birds  their  noify  Mattins  keep, 
Recall  my  Sorrows,  and  prevent  my  Sleep  : 
Ceafe,  envious  Birds,  your  plaintive  Tales  to  tell, 
I  ravifh'd  not  the  Tongue  of  Philomel. 
In  Deferts  wild,  or  on  fome  Mountain's  Brow,    ") 
Pay  all  the  tributary  Grief  you  owe  y 

To  Itys,  in  an  Elegy  of  Woe.  J 

Me  leave  to  fleep  :   in  vifionary  Charms 
Some  Dream  perhaps  may  bring  Rodantbe  to  my 
Arms. 

Ode 


ANACREON.        39 

ODE    XIII. 

ON    A  T  r  s. 

A   S  o'er  the  Mountains,  o'er  the  Plains, 

"*•  ■*"  Unmanly  Atyi^  in  loud  Strains 

Great  Cybele  invoking,  mourn'd, 

His  Love  to  fudden  Madnefs  turn'd. 

Some  to  the  Clarian  Fountains  throng  5 

Of  laurel'd  Phoebus-,  God  of  Song, 

And, 

Ode   XIII. 

Ver.  2.  Unmanly  Atys.]  A  young  Phrygian  of 
great  Beauty,  beloved  by  Cybelt  the  Mother  of  the 
Gods,  who  made  him  her  Prieft,  on  Condition  that  he 
mould  live  chafte  :  But  he  broke  his  Vow,  and,  as  a 
Punifhment,  fhe  afHitted  him  with  Madnefs ;  in  the 
Tranfports  of  which  he  deprived  himfelf  of  the  Dif- 
tinction  of  his  Sex,  and  would  have  killed  himfelf,  had 
not  Cybele,  moved  with  Compaffion,  transformed  him 
into  a  Pine-tree. 

Ver.  5.  Some  to  the  Clarian  Fountain  throng.]  Cla- 
roi  was  a  City  of  Ionia  near  Colophon,  rendered  fa- 
mous for  a  Fountain  confecrated  to  Apollo,  who  from 
thence  was  called  Clarius.  Tacitus  gives  an  Account 
of  it  in  the  Second  Book  of  his  Annals,  where,  fpeak- 
ing  of  Gcrmanicus,  he  fays  :  Appel.it 'que  Colorhona,  ut 
Clarii  Apollinis  oraculo  uteretur.  Non  femir.a  illic,  ut 
apui  Dtlphos  ;  fed  cert  is  e  familiis ,  f,t*f  ftrme  Mi'cto 
accrrfitus  f-'cerdos,  numerum  modo  covfidtantium  &  no- 
mina  audit :    turn  in  fpecum  degrejfus,  haufid  fontis  ar- 

c.ni 


40       ANACREON. 

And,  with  prophetic  Draughts  infpir'd, 

Enraptur'd  rave,  with  Frenzy  fir'd  : 

I  too,  infpir'd  with  generous  Wine, 

While  round  me  breathe  Perfumes  divine,       io 

And  with  fair  Chloe  bleft,  will  prove 

The  fweeteft  Madnefs — Wine  and  Love. 

ODE 

cani  aqua,  ignarus  plerumque  literarum  £ff  carminum, 
edit  rej'ponfa  <verjibut  compofitis  fuper  rebus  quas  quis 
metite  ccncepit.  "  He  landed  at  Colophony  to  confult 
"  the  Oracle  of^Apollo  at  Claros.  The  Perfon  that  de- 
"  livers  the  Oracles  there  is  not  a  Woman,  as  at  Del- 
"  phos,  but  a  Man  felecled  out  of  certain  Families,  and 
"  frequently  fiom  Miltus.  This  Prielt  only  enquires 
"  the  Number  and  Names  of  thofe  that  confult  the 
"  Deity  .  After  that,  having  entered  his  Grotto,  and 
'*  drank  of  the  myfterious  Water,  he  anfwers  the  f^uef- 
"  tions  of  his  Enquirers  in  Verfe,  though  he  is  gene- 
"  rally  illiterate,  and  unacquainted  with  the  Mufes." 

Ver.  6.  Of  laurel"  d  Phcebus.]  The  Greek  is  £«<piuj- 
(po^oio,  Laurel-wearing  Phoebus  ;  becaufe  when  Daphne 
efcapedhis  Purfuit  by  being  changed  into  a  Laurel,  he 
confecrated  that  Tree  to  himfelf.     Ovid.  Metamorph. 

Ctti  Dcus,  At  quoniam  conjux  mea  non  poles  ejfe, 
Arbor  eris  certe,  dixit,  mea ;  femper  habebunt 
Te  co?na,  te  cithara,  te  nojira,  Laure,  pharetra. 

To  whom  the  God — "  Becaufe  thou  canft  not  be 
"  My  Miftrefs,  I  efpoufe  thee  for  my  Tree  : 
"  Be  thou  the  Prize  of  Honour  and  Renown, 
"  The  deathlefs  Poet  and  the  Poem  crown." 

Vryden. 

Ode. 


ANACREON.       41* 
ODE    XIV. 

LOVE   IRRESISTIBLE. 

'TT'E  S,  I  yield, — thy  fovereign  Sway, 
"■■     Mighty  Cupid,  I'll  obey. 
Late  with  foft  perfuafive  Art 
Love  efTay'd  to  win  my  Heart : 
I,  inflam'd  with  rebel  Pride, 
His  Omnipotence  defy'd— 
With  revengeful  Fury  ftung, 
Strait  his  Bow  he  bent,  he  ftrung, 
Snatch'd  an  Arrow  wing'd  for  Flight, 
And  provok'd  me  to  the  Fight :  10 

I,  difdaining  bafe  Retreat, 
Clad  in  radiant  Arms  complcat, 


Like 


Ode  XIV. 


The  Subjeft  of  this  Ode  is  to  fhow  the  irrefiftible 
Nature  of  Love.  In  this  little  Piece  Anacrem  dis- 
covers a  wonderful  Delicacy  of  Invention  :  Nothing 
can  be  imagined  more  entertaining  than  this  Combat, 
the  Preparation  for  it,  the  lllueof  it,  and  that  natural 
and  admirable  Reflexion  with  which  it  concludes. 

Veu.I2.  Clad  in  radiant  Arms  compleat,&ic]  Ana- 
creon  arms  htxnfelf  with  a  Spear  and  Shield,  to  contend 

with 


42       ANACREON+ 

Like  rfchilleS)  boldly  wield 

Glittering  Spear,  and  ample  Shield  ; 

Thus  equipt,  refolve  to  prove  15 

The  terrific  Power  of  Love. 

From  his  Bow  the  Arrows  fped  j 

I,  alas  !  inglorious  fled 

When  the  Quiver  at  his  Side 

Feather'd  Shafts  no  more  fupply'd,  20 

Love% 

with  Leve.  In  an  antient  Epigram  of  the  Anthclogia, 
Book  7.  we  have  an  Account  of  a  Combatant,  who 
put  on  the  Breaft-plate  of  Reafon,  to  withltand  the 
Attacks  of  this  dangerous  Enemy. 

SItt>.kti/.l.  i  ts^  tctSlet  ibi^i  rE<;*V!3i<n  hoyi^/Aon, 
Oi^t  fte  wxwe*,  p&oi  lav  <C7£0J  hoc. 

Bw/pv  e%vj,  t»  //.01/cs  wgo;  <Sv  syu  Swa/juxt  ; 

With  Love  I  war,  and  Reafon  is  my  Shield, 
Nor  ever,  match'd  thus  equally,  will  yield  : 
If  Bacchus  joins  his  Aid,  too  great  the  Odds; 
One  Mortal  cannot  combat  two  fuch  Gods. 

Ver.  19  &  20.  When  the  ^ui'ver  at  his  Side 

Feather  d  Shafts  no  more  fvpplyd.] 

The  Author  of  an  Epigram,  in  the  Seventh  Book  of 
the  Antho'ogia,  complains,  in  like  manner,  that  Love 
had  exhaufted  his  Quiver  by  mooting  at  him. 

Mwri  tk  tfTTv-fiia  ITi9a  /3e*o;"    »oJox>iv  yag 

N» 


ANACREON.        43 

Love,  transform'd  into  a  Dart, 

Pierc'd,  like  Light'ning,  thro'  my  Heart, 

Of  my  Vitals  made  his  Prey, 

And  diflblv'd  my  Soul  away. 

Now,  alas !  in  vain  I  wield  2£ 

Glittering  Spear,  and  ample  Shield, 

Victory  in  vain  difpute, 

L'jVe,  I  find,  is  abfolute  j 

AH 
No  more  let  Cupid's  Shafts  the  World  appal!, 
For  in  my  Bofom  he  has  lodg'd  them  all. 

Ver.  2 1 .  Love,  transform  d  into  a  Dart, 

Pierc'd like  Lightening  thro*  my  Heart. ] 

This  Thought  is  very  beautiful  and  ingenious.  It  is 
taken  from  an  antient  Piece  of  Gallantry,  which  ought 
not  to  be  pa(Ted  over  in  Silence.  The  Heroes  of  An- 
tiquity, when  in  any  defperate  Engagement  they  found 
their  Darts  fpent,  their  Strength  exhaulted,  and  faw 
no  Profpedt  of  furviving  long,  would  collect  all  their 
Spirits  and  Strength,  and  rufli  headlong  with  amazing 
Impetuofity  upon  their  Enemies,  that  even  in  Death 
the  Weight  of  their  Bodies,  thus  violently  agitated, 
might  bear  down  their  Adverfaries.  Examples  of  this 
Kind  of  Heroifm  are  frequent  in  Lucan.  Book  3d, 
fpeaking  of  a  brave  Veteran  : 

■ 'Turn  vulnere  multo 

Ejfugientem  animam  lapfos  co  legit  in  art  us 
ftlembraque  contendit  toto,  quicunque  manehat, 
Sanguine,  {ff  hoflilem,  defejjis  rohore  ntimbris, 
lajiliit  flo  nociturusponderc  pttpfim.    B.  3.  Ver.  6iZ. 


44       ANACREON. 

All  Defence  to  Folly  turns 

When  within  the  Battle  burn9.  30 

ODE    XV. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 

H  A  P  P  T     LIFE. 

fT">H  E  Wealth  of  Gyges  I  defpife, 

Gems  have  no  Charms  to  tempt  the  Wife  ; 

Richc3 

And*  Eook  6.  Ver.  204,  fpeaking  of  $  cava  : 

— '  "tot  mufifra  belli 
Solus  obit,  denfamqueferens  in  pefiore  fylunm 
Jam  gradibusfejfis,  in  quern  cadat,  el; git  hsjlem. 

Encumber'd  fore  with  many  a  painful  Wound, 
Tardy  and  ftiff*  he  treads  the  hoflile  Round  j 
Gloomy  and  fierce  his  Eyes  the  Crowd  iurvey, 
Mark  where  to  fix,  and  fmgle  out  the  Prey. 

Reive. 

Ode   XV. 

Ver.  1.  The  Wealth  of  Gyges  I  defprfe.~\  Gyget  was 
the  Favourite  of  Candaules  King  of  Lydia,  whofe  Qyeen 
was  remarkably  beautiful,  and  pafiionately  admired 
by  her  Hufband.      In  his  Vanity  he  extolled   her 

Charm* 


ANACREON.        45 

Riches  I  leave,  and  fuch  vain  Things, 
To  the  low  Aim  and  Pride  of  Kings. 

Let  my  bright  Hair  with  Unguents  flow,       5 
With  rofy  Garlands  crown  my  Brow  : 
This  Sun  (hall  roll  in  Joy  away ; 
To-morrow  is  a  diftant  Day. 

Then 


Charms  above  meafure  to  Gyges,  and,  to  convince 
him  of  her  Beauty,  determined  to  fhew  her  to  him 
naked  :  Which  he  effected,  but  not  without  the 
Queen's  difcovering  the  Affront ;  who  next  Morning 
fent  privately  for  Gyges,  and  refolutcly  told  him,  he 
muft  either  fuffer  immediate  Death  for  what  he  had 
done,  or  difpatch  Candau'tt,  and  take  her  and  the 
Kingdom  of  Lydia  for  his  Recompence.  The  Choice 
was  dirhcult,  as  he  greatly  valued  his  Matter :  How- 
ever, the  Love  of  Life  prevailed — he  {tabbed  Can- 
daules,  married  the  Queen,  and  took  Pofleflion  of  the 
Kingdom. 

Ver.  8  To-morrow  is  a  diftant  Day.]  There  is  an 
Epigram  in  the  Second  Book  of  the  Juthokgia,  that 
has  the  fame  Turn  : 

n»>;,  taxi  tvpgtxivu'   t»  ya£  xvpot,  1}  Tt  to  jittXXor, 
Sl$  (tvtsurca  yot^\va\%  fjuTtzhi,  <pxyi,  9»>)]a  Xoy»£a, 

To  £vyi  TU  (*.r,  £*)y  «&»  1}\U$  OfTTi^H.  . 

Ilaj  0  /&o$  TOiojoe,  £oirr,v  jxorov  <x»  tcr^oAao?)  t»j. 
A*  h  Betvy;,  In-u  <wxvjct,  av  o*1'  aht  i^sk- 

Ccafc 


46       ANACREON. 

Then  while  the  Hour  ferenely  fhines, 

Tofs  the  gay  Die,  and  quaffthy  Wines ; '       i« 

But  ever,  in  the  genial  Hour, 

To  Bacchus  the  Libation  pour, 

Left  Death  in  Wrath  approach,  and  cry, 

Man — tafte  no  more  the  Cup  of  Joy. 

ODE 

Ceafe  from  thy  Cares  and  Toils,  be  fweetly  gay, 
And  drink — To-morrow  is  a  diltant  Day  : 
Improve  on  Time  ;  to  Blifs  each  Moment  give  ; 
Not  to  enjoy  this  Life,  is  not  to  live : 
Our  Goods  are  now  our  own,  but  when  we  die  ~) 
They  come  to  others  while  in  Dufl:  we  lie,  y 

And  then,  alas !  have  nothing  to  enjoy.  J 

Horace  exprefies  himfelf  in  the  fame  Manner,  B,  I. 
Ode  9. 

Quid  fit  futurum  eras  fugc  qiirtrere  :  iff 
Quern  for s  dioum  cumque  dabity  lucro 
Jlpione  :  nee  dukes  amoves 
Spei  ne  puer,  neqnt  tu  choreas  ; 
Dum  <virenti  canities  abejl 
Morofa ■ 

To-morrow  and  her  Works  defy  ; 

Lav  hold  upon  theprefent  Hour, 
And  thatch  the  Pleafures  paffing  by, 

To  put  them  out  of  Fortune's  Pow'r  : 
Nor  Love,  nor  Love's  Delights  difdain, 
Whate'er  thou  getfit  To-day,  is  Gain.    Dryden. 

Ode 


ANACREON.        47 

ODE    XVI. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 

THE    POWER    OF-BEAUTT. 

POME  fing  of  Thebes^  and  fome  employ 

^  Their  Numbers  on  the  Siege  of  Troy. 

I  mourn,  alas  !  in  plaintive  Strains, 

My  own  Captivity  and  Chains. 

No  Navy,  rang'd  in  proud  Array,  5 

No  Foot,  no  Horfeman  arm'd  to  flay, 

My 
Ode   XVI. 

VlR.I.  Somejing  of  Thebes.]  Anacr'on  alludes  to 
the  famous  War  of  the  Seven  Captains  agair.ir. 
Ihebis,  occafioned  by  Etcocles  the  Son  of  Oedipus  and 
focajia,  refufing  his  Brother  Polynices  his  Share  in  the 
Government,  tho'  they  had  previously  agreed,  after 
their  Father's  Death,  to  rule  alternately  Year  by 
Year.  ALfchylus  wrote  a  Tragedy  on  this  Subject. 

Ver.  3.   1  mourn,  alas!  in  plaintive  Stran:, 
My  oxvn  Captivity  and  Chains.] 

Ovid  has  imitated  this  Paflage — Amor.  L.  2.  Eleg.  18. 
Vinco>-,  iff  ingeniumjttmptis  revceotur  ab  armis, 

Refque  domi  gejla  ,  is  mea  Leila  cano. 
I'm  conquer'd,  and  renounce  the  glorious  Strain 
Of  Arms  and  War,  to  fing  of  Love  again  : 
My  Themes  are  A&s  which  I  myf.1  have  done, 
And  my  Mufe  fings  no  Battles  but  my  own. 

Ver. 


48        A  N  A '  C  R  E  0  N. 

My  Peace  alarm  :  far  other  Foes, 

Far  other  Hofts  create  my  Woes  j 

Strange,  dangerous  Hofts,  that  ambufh'd  lie 

In  every  bright,  Love-darting  Eye  !  10 

Such  as  deftroy,  when  Beauty  arms, 

To  conquer,  dreadful  in  its  Charms  ! 

ODE    XVII. 

THE    SILVER    BOWL. 

T\/rVlciber^  this  Silver  take, 

And  a  curious  Goblet  make ; 

Let  thy  utmoft  Skill  appear 

Not  in  radiant  Armour  there  ; 

Let 

Ver.  9.  Dangerous  Hofts,  that  ambuj^d  lie 
In  every  bright  Love-  darting  Eye!\ 
Nonnus  calls  the  Eyes,  The  Archers  of  Love,   uKoflirr,^ 
tetmm  ;    and  there  is  fomething  fimilar  to  this  in  an 
Epigram  of  the  Anthohgia,   Book  7. — which,   fpeak- 
ing  of  Love,  fays, 

To|ora,  Zv3i>opi/\.as  ojjLtn.ot.ai  xgV7r]o[j,ivos. 
Infidious  Archer,  not  unfeen  you  lie, 
'1  hough  ainbufrVd  clofe  in  Zenophelius  Eye. 

Ode   XVII. 

This  elegant  Ode  is  quoted  by  Gellius,  who  fayt 
it  was  fung  and  played  upon  Instruments  at  an  En- 
tertainment where  he  waj  prefent. 

4  Ve  r  . 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.        49 

Let  me  there  no  Battles  fee  ;  5 

What  are  Arms  or  Wars,  to  me  ? 

Form  it  with  a  noble  Sweep, 

Very  wide,  and  very  deep. 

Carve  not  there  the  northern  Team, 

Nor  Orion's  dreadful  Beam  ;  10 

Pleiacii,  H)adsy  Bears  difpleafe  j 

What  have  I  to  do  with  thefe  ? 

Why 

Vet*.  9.  Carve  not  thfre  tl?.  t?o<t'<m  Team,  &c] 
rf  lie  Poet  alludes  to  the  Conilel'ations,  which  l-'ul 'an 
defcribed  on  the  Shield  of  Acbil.cs.  See  Hunet^s 
Had*  Book  the  18th. 

There  (hone  the  Image  of  the  Mafter-Mind  : 

There  Earth,  there  Heaven,  there  Ocean  he  defign'd; 

Th'  unwearied  Sua,  the  Moon  compleatly  round  ; 

The  ftarry  Lights  that  Heaven's  high  Convex  cro.vn'd  ; 

The  I  Uiads,  Hyadsy  with  the  northern  Team  ; 

And  great  Orion's  more  refulgent  Beam, 

To  which,  around  the  Axle  of  the  Sky, 

The  Bear  revolving  points  his  golden  Eye, 

Still  mines  exalted  on  th'  aetherial  PI 

Nor  bathes  hi*  blazing  Forehead  in  the  Main.      Tope. 

Ver.  10.    Nor  Orion'*  dealfu!  Beam.']     Anacreon 

calls  Orion,  rvym,  odious,  becaufe  he  is  the  Fore- 

D  ranner 


I 


50        ANACREON. 

Why  fliould  flow  Bootes  roll, 

Why  fhould  horrid  Monfters  prowl, 

On  the  Margin  of  my  Bowl  ?  J  15 

Draw  me,  what  I  value  more, 

Vines  with  purple  Clutters  Store, 

Bacchus  ever  young  and  fair, 

Cupid  with  the  golden  Hair, 

Gay  Bathyllus  too  be  there.  J  20 

See  that,  beautiful  and  bold, 

All  thefe  Figures  rife  in  Gold  : 

In  the  Wine-prefs  let  them  join 

Hand  in  Hand  to  tread  the  Wine. 

ODE 


runner  of  Tempefts,  and  therefore  dreadful  to  Mari- 
ners.    Horace  calls  him  infejlus,  Epode  15. 

Dum  fecori  lupus,   dff  rtautis  infejlus  Orion. 

As  long  as  Wolves  purfue  the  fearful  Sheep, 

And  ftern  Orion  rages  o'er  the  Deep. 

Ods 


AN  ACRE  ON.        5i 

ODE     XVIII. 
ON     THE     SAME. 

•""^Ontrive  me,  Artifan,  a  Bowl 

^"^^  Of  Silver,  ample  as  my  Soul ; 

And  in  the  bright  Compartments  bring 

The  fweet  Profufion  of  the  Spring  ; 

Let  that  fair  Seafon,  rich  in  Flowers,  5 

Shed  Rofes  in  ambrofial  Showers  j 

Yet  (imply  plain  be  thy  Defign, 

A  feftive  Banqueting  of  Wine  ; 

No  Hieroglyphics  let  it  have, 

No  foreign  Myfteries  engrave  :  I# 

Let  no  blood-thirfty  Heroes  wield 

Rough  Armour  in  the  filver  Field ; 

But  draw  me  Jove's  delightful  Boy, 

Bacchus  the  God  of  Wine  and  Joy : 

Let  f'\nus  with  light  Step  advance,  15 

And  with  gay  Hymen  lead  the  Dance. 

D  2  Beneath 


52        A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

Beneath  the  Leaf-embellifh'd  Vine, 
Full  of  young  Grapes  that  promife  Wine, 
Let  Love,  without  his  Armour,  meet 
The  meek-ey'd  Graces  laughing  fwect. 
And  on  the  polifh'd  Plain  difplay 
A  Group  of  beauteous  Boys  at  Play ; 
But  no  Apollo,  God  of  Day. 


} 


ODE 


Ode   XVIII. 


Ver.  19.  Let  Love,  without  his  Armour,  meet 
Ike  mtek-ey'd Graces  laughing  fweet.] 
It  is  not  without  Reafon  that  Anacreon,  after  having 
mentioned  Venus,  introduces  low  among  the  Graces  ; 
being  fenfible,  that  though  Beauty  alone  might  pleafe, 
yet,  without  the  Aid  of  other  Charms,  it  could  not 
long  captivate  the  Heart. 

K«^o;  are*  WW  Titftti  f*ovo»'   «  **«#•  h, 

Beauty  without  the  Graces  may  impart 
Charms  that  will  pleafe,  not  captivate  the  Heart ; 
As  fplendid  Baits  without  the  bearded  Hook 
Invite,  not  catch,  the  Tenants  of  the  Brook. 

Ver  n.  But  vo  Apollo,  God  of  Day. ~\  The  Poet 
defires  'that  Apdlo  may  not  be  defcnbed  upon  his 
Bowl,  becaufc  he  was  fo  unfortunate  as  to  kill  his 
Favourite  Hyacintbus,  as  he  was  playing  with  him  at 

Quoit*. 

-  Ode 


ANACREON.        53 

ODE      XIX. 

W E    OUGHT    TO    DRINK. 
r*r>H  E  thirfty  Earth  fucks  up  the  Showers 

Which  from  his  Urn  Aquarius  pours ; 
The  Trees,   which  wave  their  Boughs  profufe, 
Imbibe  the  Earth's  prolific  Juice  ; 
The  Sea,  in  his  prodigious  Cup,  5 

Drinks  all  the  Rain  ard  Rivers  up  ; 
The  Sun  too  thirfts,  and  flrives  to  drain 
The  Sea,  the  Rivers,  and  the  Rain, 

And 

Ode    XIX. 

Ver    5.    The  Sea,  in  bis  prodigious  Cup, 

Drinks  all  the  Rain  and  R.vers  up.~\ 

The  Original  is,  u.;u  $a.\a,o-s-a.  Xa.i.;x:,  The  Sea  drinks 
up  the  Air.  All  the  Commentators  are  filent  here, 
except  Dr.  Tra  p,  who  owns  he  did  not  underftand  the 
ExprefTion.  Plight  1  venture  to  make  an  eafy  Alte- 
ration of  the  Text,  I  would  read,  riim  §x\a.a-cr  ax-xv- 
paj,  Tie  Sea  drinks  up  the  Rivers.  See  Ode  7th.  At» 
h"  o|s«»  p  umxvpx'm,  Through  rapid  Rivers,  or  Torrents. 
It  is  likewife  ufed  in  the  fame  Senfe  by  the  belt  Au- 
thors. Mofcbus,  ldyllium  z.  31.  See  all  -on 
Apo'omm  Rbodius,  Hook  1.  9.  This  Emendation 
makes  the  Senfe  full  and  complete. 

L>  3  Ver. 


54        ANACREON. 

And  nightly,  when  his  Courfe  is  run, 

The  merry  Adoon  drinks  tip  the  Sun.  10 

Then  give  me  Wine,  and  tell  me  why, 
My  Friends,  fhould  all  Things  drink  but  I  ? 

ODE     XX. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 
TO    HIS    MISTRESS. 

TH  E  Gods  o'er  Mortals  prove  their  Sway, 
And  ileal  them  from  themfelves  away. 
Transform'd  by  their  almighty  Hands, 

Sad  Nlobe  an  Image  flauds  j 

And 


Ver.  io.  The  mrry  Moon  drinks  up  tht  Sun."]  Th# 
Mooo  is  faid  to  drink  up  the  Sun,  becaufeflie  borrows 
her  Li^ht  from  thatJUununary. 

Ode   XX. 

Ver.  4.  JWNiobe  an  lirnge  ftands.]  Niohewzt  the 
Daughter  of  Tantalus  King  of  Phrygia,  and  Wife  of 
A-  -pbiott  K-ing  of  Thebes,  by  whom,  according  to 
Hot,;e>-,  having  fix  Sons  and  fix  Daughtc ;,  fhe  be- 
came fo  proud  of  her  Offspring  and  high  Birth,  that 
fhe  had  the  Vanity  to  prefer  herfelf  to  Latona>  the 
Mother  of 'Apollo  and  Diana,  who,  to  revenge  the  Af- 
front 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.        $5 

And  Philomel  up-borne  on  Wings,  5 

Through  Air  her  mournful  Story  fings. 

Would 

front  offered  to  their  Parent,  in  one  Day  flew  all  her 
Children;  upon  which  Nioie  was  itruck  dumb  with 
Grief,  and  remained  ftupid.  For  that  Reafon,  the 
Poets  have  feigned  her  to  be  turned  into  a  Stone. 
The  Story  is  told  by  Ovid  in  the  Sixth  Book  of  the 
Ttfctamorpbofes ;  but  perhaps  better  by  Pope,  in  his 
Tranflaticn  of  the  Twenty-fourth  Book  of  the  liiad% 
where  Achilles  is  introduced  thus  fpeaking  to  Priam. 

Nor  thou,  O  Father !  thus  confum'd  with  Woe, 
The  common  Cares  that  nourilh  Life  forego. 
Not  thus  did  Nioie,  of  Form  divine, 
A  Parent  once  whofe  Sorrows  equall'd  thine  : 
Six  youthful  Sons,  as  many  blooming  Maids, 
In  one  fad  Day  beheld  the  Stygian  Shad< ,  ; 
1  hefe  by  Apollo's  filver  Bow  were  flain, 
Thofe  Cynthia's  Arrows  ftretch'd  upon  the  Plain  : 
£0  was  her  Pride  chaftis'd  by  Wrath  divine, 
Who  match'd  her  own  with  bright  Lat  ana's  Line  : 
But  two  theGoddefs,  twelve  the  Queen  enjoy'd  ; 
Thofe  boafted  twelve  th'  avenging  two  deftroy'd. 
Steep'd  in  their  Blood,  arid  in  the  Duft  outfpread, 
Nine  Days  negle&ed  lay  expos'd  the  dead  ; 
None  by  to  weep  them,  to  inhume  them  none, 
(For  Jove  had  turn  d  the  Nation  all  to  Stone) 
The  Gods  themfelves,  at  length  relenting,  gave 
Th'  unhappy  Race  the  Honours  of  a  Grave. 
Herfelf  a  Kock  (for  fucn  was  Heaven's  high  Will) 
Through  Deferts  wild  now  pours  a  weeping  Rill  i 
Where,  round  the  Bed  whence  Acbehus  fpring?, 
The  watery  Fairies  dance  in  mazy  Rings, 

D  4  There 


56        ANACREON. 

Would  Heaven,  indulgent  to  my  Vow, 
The  happy  Change  I  wifh  allow  ; 
Thy  envy'd  Mirrour  I  would  be, 
That  thou  might'ft  always  gaze  on  me;  10 

And,  could  my  naked  Heart  appear, 

Thou'dft  fee  thyfeif — for  thou  art  there  ! 

Or 

There  high  on  Sipylus's  fhaggyBrow  ~) 

She  (lands,  her  own  fad  Monument  of  Woe  ;         )>• 
The  Rock  for  ever  Iaits,  the  1  ears  for  ever  flow.  J 

Pope. 
There  are  two  fhort  Epigrams  in  the  Ant\ologias 
which  perhaps  the  Reader   will  be  glad    to  Tee  in 
Etiglijh. 

O  Tyf*£o;  aVo?  tv^ov  ax  lyji  vtxgot. 

AM'  at/To;  avTH  wuof  sr»  x*t  Tottpog. 
This  weeping  Tomb  within  no  Corfe  contains  ; 
This  weeping  Corfe  without  a  Tomb  remains : 
For,  by  a  ftrange  irrevocable  Doom, 
This  Image  is  the  Carcafe  and  the  Tomb. 

Ex  £«*;?  yui  Bsat  nv^civ  TuSov'    tx.  01  A»Soio 

1  once  was  Nio6e,  and  fill'd  a  Throne, 
Till  Fate  fevere  transform'd  me  into  Stone  : 
Behold  the  Change  which  mimic  Art  can  give  ! 
From  Stone  Praxiteles  has  made  roe  live. 
I  cannot  conclude  my  Notes  on  this  Ode,  without 
firft  obferving,  that  this   gallant  Original  has    been 
copied  by  feveral  M afters.     I  fhall  produce  one  Ex- 
ample, becaufe  it  is  the  fhorteft,   which  is  an  Epigram 
of  Dlomfiui  the  Sophiit. 

JE.fl 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.  $7 

Or  were  I  made  thy  folding  Veft, 

v 
That  thou  might'ft  clafp  me  to  thy  Breaft  ! 

Or,  turn'd  into  a  Fount,  to  lave  15 

Thy  naked  Beauties  in  my  Wave  ! 

Thy  Bofom-cinclure  I  would  grow, 

To  warm  thofe  little  Hills  of  Snow  : 

Thy  Ointment,  in  rich  fragrant  Streams 

To  wander  o'er  thy  beauteous  Limbs ;  20 

Thy  Chain  of  (Lining  Pearl,  to  deck 

And  clofe  embrace  thy  graceful  Neck  : 

A  very  Sandai  I  would  be, 

To  tread  on — if  trod  on  by  thee. 

ODE 

EiS  cwpos  ytnfAw,  <rv$t  yt  n^wx  mxg  uvyx<;t 

A^XfMvrif   xo/jlktuk;  rx6«e"«  ^o»to^. 
E»6(  *gi»6»  yt*b[Ai)v  Mvko^oq»,   o<p%a  pe  XMan 

AgMjMtn,  /^aXXcv  o-k  XZoT>r)l>  *c££<?7>?' 
I  wifh  myfelf  a  gentle  Breeze  to  blow,  ~) 

O'er  your  fairBofom  unconfin'd  I'd  flow,  ^ 

And  wanton  on  thofe  little  Hills  of  Snow.  J 

I  wilh  myfelf  a  Rofe  in  Purple  dreft, 
That  you  might  place  me  in  your  fnowy  Breaft. 
I  wifh  myfelf  a  Lilly,  lovely  Fair, 
That  I  might  kifs  your  Skin,  and  gather  Whitenefs 
tliexe. 

D  5  Ode 


58        ANACREON. 

ODE      XXL 

SUMMER. 

T"M  L  L,  fill,  fweet  Girls,  the  foaming  Bowl, 
**"     And  let  me  gratify  my  Soul : 
I  faint  with  Thirft— die  Heat  of  Day 
Has  drank  my  very  Life  away. 

O  !  lead  me  to  yon  cooling  Bowers, 
And  give  me  fretfher  Wreaths  of  Flowers  ; 
For  thofe  that  now  my  Temples  fhade, 
Scorch'd  by  my  burning  Forehead,  fade  : 


But 


Ode  XXL 


VlR  2.  And  lei  me  gratify  my  Soul.~\  The  Greek  is, 
<b\w  upvri.  Antyjiis,  as'Madam  D<i< kr  obferves,  was 
a  Manner  of  drinking  among  the  '■Thracians,  fo  called 
from  their  fwallowing  down  a  certain  Quantity  of 
Liquor  without  fetching  Breath,  or  (hutting  the 
Mouth.  Horatt  taksee  notice  of  it  in  Book  |.  Ode  36. 

Neu  taulti  Dama/is  tneri 
Beffitm  Thrticid  winccit  amyjilde. 
B*ffus£\&\\  Damalis  o'ercome, 
And  drain  the  Goblet  at  a  Draught. 

4.  Dunctmbe. 

VlR. 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.        59 

But  O  !  my  Heart,  what  can  remove, 

What  Wines, what  Shades,  this  Heat  of  Love  ?  i# 

Thefe  are  all  vain,  alas  !  I  find  ; 

Love  is  the  Fever  of  the  Mind. 

ODE     xxir. 

By  E.  G.  B.  Efq. 
THE      BOWER. 
TTERE,  my  Chlee,  charming  Maid, 
•*-  •*   Here,  beneath  the  genial  Shade, 
Shielded  from  each  ruder  Wind, 
Lovely  Cbbey  lie  reclin'd  ! 
Lo  !  for  thee  the  balmy  Breeze  5 

Gently  fans  the  waving  Trees  1 

Streams 

Ver.  9.  But  O  !  try  Heart,  iuhat  can  remove,  &c] 
The  Refle&ion  the  Poet  here  makes  is  exceedingly 
natural,  beautiful,  and  ftrong;  "  When  Love  Ka« 
"  once  got  Poffefllon  of  the  Heart,  all  exterior  Reme- 
"  dies  will  have  no  Effett;"  agreeably  to  the  Conclu- 
fion  of  the  Fourteenth  Ode : 

All  Defence  to  Tolly  turn;, 
When  within  the  Battle  burns. 

Ode   XXU. 

This  Ode  is  by  Anacreon  addrefled  to  Bathvllus ; 
but  the  Tranflator  has,  with  more  Decency  and  Gal- 
lantry, applied  it  to  a  Lady. 

D6  Ver. 


60        A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

Streams  that  whifper  through  the  Grove 

Whifper  low  the  Voice  of  Love, 

Sweetly  bubbling  wanton  Sport, 

Where  Perfuajian  holds  her  Court.  .    ie 

Ye  who  pafs  th'  enamell'd  Grove, 
Through  the  ruffling  Shade  who  rove, 
Sure  my  Blifs  your  Breaft  mull  fire  I 
Can  you  fee,  and  not  admire  ? 

ODE 

Ver.  io.  Where  Perfuafton  holds  her  Court.]  The 
Original  is,  Ylr,yn  jijws*  «M*$«c,  a  Fountain  rolling  Per- 
fuafion,  than  which  nothing  can  be  more  delicate  or 
poetical,  as  molt  of  the  Commentators  have  obferved. 

Longfpiene  quotes  a  beaiuiful  Epigram  from  the 
Jntko;ogia,  Book  I.  fimilar  to  this  Ode;  where  the 
God  Pen  is  fuppofed  to  fpeak. 

E^X£0  xcci  XUT  *{*■<*■*  *££y  vz'Tvv,  u  to  [sLiKtxgjv 

Il^cj  f*«7\axs?  »yg£i  xs«Ai [/.stu  ^sfv^x;. 
il;»  01  xou  K^anj-^x  fAiKh-ayti;,  tv&u  (ai^t^h 

How  ffqjMMOif  WTnot  ayu  «a>.«jM.eii. 

Reft  here  beneath  my  fhady  Pine  recliu'd, 
Whofe  tall  Top  fwcetly  murmurs  to  the  Wind  ; 
Here  top  a  Brook  mellifluous  flows  along, 
And  vvoos  me  with  its  ever  gurgling  Song  ; 
Here  on  my  folitary  Pipe  I  play, 
Or  lvveetly  fleep  the  tranquil  Hcurs  away. 

Ode 


ANACREON.        61 

ODE      XXIII. 
THE    VANITY    OF    RICHES. 

TF  the  treafur'd  Gold  could  give 

Man  a  longer  Term  to  live, 
I'd  employ  my  utmoft  Care 
Still  to  keep,  and  frill  to  fpare  ; 
And,  when  Death  approach'd,  would  fay,  5 

*  Take  thy  Fee,  and  walk  away.' 

But 

Ode   XXIII. 

One  cannot  but  be  furprifed  at  the  wretched  Tafte 
of  Falvr,  who  hasreje&ed  thi«   Ode  as  fpurious,  and 

not  Ana.recn's,  when  perhaps  it  is  not  inferior  in 
Beauty  to  the  beft  of  them ;  as  Barnes  and  Trapp 
have  amply  proved  by  explaining  a  G-erk  Idiom,  with 
which  it  is  icarce  worth  while  to  trouble  the  Engbjb 
Reader. 

Ver.  3  &  4.   Vd  employ  my  utrn  >Jl  Curt- 
Still  to  keep,  and Jl ill  to  jt 

Thefe  Words  feem  to  allude  to  an  Anecdote  in  the 
Hirtory  of  Anacnont   which  I  fhall  explain.     Itok.-tus 

tells 


62        ANACREON. 

But  fince  Riches  cannot  fave 

Mortals  from  the  gloomy  Gnve, 

Why  fliould  I  myfelf  deceive, 

Vainly  figh,  and  vainly  grieve  ?  10 

Death  will  furely  be  my  Lot, 

Whether  I  am  rich,  or  not. 

Give  me  freely  while  I  live 
Generous  Wines,  in  Plenty  give 
Soothing  Joys  my  Life  to  chear,  15 

Beauty  kind,  and  Friends  fincere j 
Happy  !  could  I  ever  find 
Friends  fincere,  and  Beauty  kind. 

ODE 

tells  us,  that  Anncrenn,  having  received  a  Prefent  of 
five  Talents  of  Gold  from  Pol, crates  Tyrant  of  Samos, 
was  fo  embarraflel  with  Cares  and  Sollicitudes  about 
his  Treafure,  that  he  could  not  fleep  for  two  Nights 
fucceffively :  Whereupon  he  fent  back  the  Preient, 
with  this  Apology  to  his  Patron,  '  That,  however 
1  valuable  the  Sum  might  be,  it  was  not  a  fufficient 
«  Price  for  the  Trouble  and  Anxiety  of  keeping  it.' 

Ode 


ANACREON.       63 

ODE      XXIV. 
ENJOTMENT. 

Olnce  I'm  born  a  mortal  Man, 

*^  And  my  Being's  but  a  Span  ; 

'Tis  a  March  that  I  muft  makej 

'Tis  a  Journey  I  muft  take : 

What  is  paft  I  know  too  well ;  5 

What  is  future  who  can  tell  ? 

Teazing  Care,  then  fet  me  free, 

What  have  I  to  do  with  thee  ? 

Ere  I  die,  for  die  I  muft, 

Ere  this  Body  turns  to  Duft,  1  o 

Every 

Ode   5CXIV. 

Ver.  7.  Teazing  Care,  then  Jet  mefiee."]  Tibullus  fays, 
he  procul  durum  cur  a  genus,  ite  labor es. 

Hence  all  ye  Troubles,  vanifli  into  Air, 
And  all  the  wrinkled  Family  of  Care. 

Macedonius  concludes  an  Epigram  with  this  J)iC- 
tich,  Antbol.  Book  I. 

Tijr  yxg  A»ax£ea»Toc  in  <nx»£«npi&ffv*  $v"Ktu?<ra 

ftsc^Qcccw,   on  £it  p£G»iiwe  u,rt  xars^tu. 
I  like  Anacrem%  Counfel  wond'rous  well, 
To  let  no  Troubles  in  my  Eofom  dwell. 

Ve*. 


64        ANACREON. 

Every  Moment  I'll  employ 

In  fweet  Revelry  and  Joy, 

Laugh,  and  fing,  and  dance,  and  play, 

With  Lyaus  young  and  gay. 

ODE      XXV. 


WINE    B  A  N  IS  HE  S    CARES. 


w 


HEN  gay  Bacchus  chears  my  Breaft, 

All  my  Cares  are  lull'd  to  Reft : 

Griefs 

Ver.  13  &  14.  La:irk,  and  f;ng,  and  dance,  and  play , 
th  Lyccus  young  and  ^ay  .~\ 

Julian,    in    an   Epitaph   he  compofed   on   Anacreon, 
makes  hirn  repeat  the  fame  LefTon  after  he  was  dead. 

What  oft  alive  I  fung,  now  dead  I  cry 

Loud  fi  om  the  Tomb,  "Drink,  Mortals,  ere  you  die.' 

Ode   XXV. 

Vr.n.  1  &  2.   When  gay  Bacchus  clears  my  Breajf, 

/ill  my  Cares  are  lull'd  to  Rejl.~\ 
Dijjiyat  Evius  curas  edaces.     Hor.  B.  2.  1 1. 

Th'  enlivening  God  will  fordid  Care  refine. 

Duncomle. 
neque  a  liter 
Mrdaces  diffugiunt  foiiicitudines.  B.  1.    18. 

'Tis  Wine,  Wine  alone,  that  can  drown  every  Care. 

Duncombe, 

*  Ode 


ANACREON.        65 

Griefs  that  weep,  and1  Toils  that  teaze, 

What  have  I  to  do  with  thefe  ? 

No  Solicitudes  can  fave  c 

Mortals  from  the  gloomy  Grave. 

Shall  I  thus  myfelf  deceive  ? 

Shall  I  languifh  ?  Shall  I  grieve  ? 
Let  us  quaff  the  generous  Juice  ; 
Bacchus  gave  it  for  our  Ufe.  io 

For  when  Wine  tranfports  the  Breaft, 
All  our  Cares  are  lull'd  to  Reft. 

Ode    XXVL 

THE    TRANSPORTS    OF    W I N E. 

"1  T  7H  E  N  gay  Bacchus  fills  my  Breaft, 

*  *      All  my  Cares  are  lull'd  to  Reft, 
Rich  I  feem  as  Lydia's  King, 
Merry  Catch  or  Ballad  fing ; 

Ivy~ 

Ode   XXVI. 

This  Ode,  nsLmgepierre  observes,  is  in  the  fame 
Style  as  the  two  preceding,  and  the  next  enfuing. 
'i  here  is  a  Fragment  of  BaccbyHdei  remaining,  which. 

has 


66        ANACREON. 

Ivy-wreaths  my  Temples  fhade, 
Ivy  that  will  never  fade  : 
Thus  I  fit  in  Mind  elate, 
Laughing  at  the  Farce  of  State. 


Some 


has  great  Affinity  to   thefe  four,  but  chiefly  to  this 
very  Ode. 

TXvkh  uvxyxy)  o-evopivix  tcv^kuv 

E?*n$  £  x^vtrcnt  ^gs»«j 
Avx^YW/Mvet  Atf-vtij-joic-*  ivfoifi 

AtTc?  ^3i»J!ra?.sfciv 

[Ivg0p0£OI  (Si  X«t'  a4»J/Ar,^l* 

N»is$  «7tf<7iv  «tt  AtytArw 

When  the  rofy  Bowl  we  drain, 
Gentle  Love  begins  to  reign  : 
Hope,  to  human  Hearts  benign, 
Mingles  in  the  friendly  Wine, 

And 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.       67 

Some  delight  in  fighting  Fields, 

Nobler  Tranfports  Bacchus  yields :  10 

Fill  the  Bowl 1  ever  faid, 

'Tis  better  to  lie  drunk  than  dead. 

ODE 

And  with  pleafing  Vifions  fair 
Sweetly  diffipates  our  Care. 
Warm  with  Wine  we  win  Renown, 
Conquer  Hofts,  or  ftorm  a  Town, 
Reign  the  mighty  Lords  of  all, 
And  in  Fancy  rule  the  Ball : 
Then  our  Villas  charm  the  Sight, 
All  with  Gold  and  Ivory  bright ; 
Ships  with  Corn  from  Egypt  come, 
Bearing  foreign  Treafures  home  : 
Thus  each  Blifs  that  fills  the  Soul 
Luxuriant  riles  from  the  Bowl. 

V*  R.  5  &  6.   Ivy-wreaths  my  Temples  fiade, 
Ivy  that  twill  never  fade.] 

Pajlores  hederd  ertfeentem  ornate  poetam.  Virg. 

With  ivy-wreaths  your  youthful  Poet  crown. 

On  which  PafTage  S?r-viui  remarks,  that  Poets  are 
crowned  with  Ivy,  as  being  confecrated  to  Bacchus  ; 
either  becaufe  they  are  Enthufiafts,  like  the  Baccha- 
nals, or  becaufe  Ivy,  being  an  Evergreen,  is  a  Sym- 
bol of  that  Eternity  which  they  acquire  by  their  Com- 
pofuions.     Horace  fays, 

Me  dollar  urn  hedenc  pritmia  frontium 

Dis  mi/cetit  fuperis. 

An  ivy  Crown  ennobles  me, 
Whofe  darling  Joy  is  Poetry.  Duncomhe. 

O01 


62       ANACREON. 
ODE     XXVII. 

THE    PRAISE    OF   B  JCC  UU  S. 

T)Auhus>  Jove's  delightful  Boy, 

Generous  God  of  Wine  anJ  joy, 

Still  exhilarates  my  Soul 

With  the  Raptures  of  the  Bowl  ; 

Then  with  feathcr'd  Feet  I  bound,  5 

Dancing  in  a  feftive  Round  ; 

Then  I  feel,  in  fparkling  Wine, 

Tjanfports  delicate,  divine  j 

Then 

Ode   XXVII. 

Ver.  5  &  6.    Then  ixtith  fe-ther'd  Feet  I  lound, 
Dacing  in  a  ftjlive  Round. ~\ 

In  the  Forty-firft  Ode    Anacreon   calls    Bacchus,   to* 
ttytvprctv  xp%iHx.<it  The  Inventor  cf  Dancing.   So  Tibullus, 
Lk  liquor  docuit  ntseet  bifie&tre  cnntu  ; 
Movit  v5  ad  cerios  nefcia  mmhra  modes, 

L.  1.  E'cg.y. 
This  as  Swains  quaff'd,  fpontaneous  Numbers  came 
They  prais'd  the  fcilal  Cafk,  and  hymn'd  thy  Name  j 
All  Ecftacy!  to  certain  Time  they  bound, 
AnJ  beat  in  meafur'd  Awkwardnefs  the  Ground. 

Grainger. 

Ode 


ANACREON.        69 

Then  the  fprightly  Mufic  warms, 

Song  delights,  and  Beauty  charms  :  io 

Debonair,  and  light,  and  gay, 

Thus  I  dance  the  Hours  away. 

ODE      XXVIII. 
From  the  Guardian. 
HIS    MISTRESS'S    PICTURE. 
T3E  S  T  and  happieft  Artifan, 

Beft  of  Painters,  if  you  can, 
With  your  many-colour'd  Art 
Paint  the  Mifirefs  of  my  Heart. 

Defcribe  the  Charms  you  hear  from  m?,       5 
(Her  Charms  you  could  not  paint  and  fee) 
And  make  the  abfent  Nymph  appt 
As  if  her  lovely  Self  were  here. 
Firfr.  draw  her  eafy-flowing  Hair, 

As  foft  and  black  as  fhe  is  fair;  10 

And, 

Ode   XXVIII. 

Ver.  10.   Soft  and  black  as  Jke  is  fair."]  Neither  the 
Creeks  nor  Romans  feem  to  have  eftcemed  one  parti- 
cular 


7o        A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

And,  if  your  Art  can  rife  fo  high, 

Let  breathing  Odours  round  her  fly. 

Beneath  the  Shade  of  flowing  Jet, 

The  ivory  Forehead  fmoothly  fer, 

With  Care  the  fable  Brows  extend,  15 

And  in  two  Arches  nicely  bend  \ 

Thttthe  fair  Space,  which  lies  between 

The  meeting  Shade,  may  fcarce  be  ken. 

The  Eye  mull  be  uncommon  Fire, 

Sparkle,  languish,  and  defire  ;  2» 

The  Flames,  unfeen,  muft  yet  be  felt, 

Like  Pel'as  kill,  like  Venus  melt. 

The  rofy  Cheeks  mult  feem  to  glow 

Amidft  the  White  of  new-fall'n  Snow. 

Let 

cular  Colour  of  the  Hair  more  than  another  ;  for  we 
find  both  black  and  light  Colour  equally  admired. 

VeR.  19  &  20.  T1&  Eye  muft  he  uncommon  Fire, 
cp-rkle,  langufo,  and  dcjii  e.~\ 

Baxter,  Barnes,  and  Stepbtn*,  trifle  ridiculoufly  on  this 
Paflage.  The  Greek,  vy%w,  is  humid.  Madam  Dacier 
judicioufly  obferves,  '  That  Eyes,  in  which  there  is 
4  the  leall  Degree  of  Humidity,  are  uncommonly  vivid 
♦  and  full  of  Fire.' 

V£R. 


ANACREON.       71 

Let  her  Lips  Perfuafton  wear,  25 

In  Silence  elegantly  fair  j 
As  if  the  blu fhing  Rivals  ftrove, 
Breathing  and  inviting  Love. 

Below  her  Chin  be  fure  to  deck 

With  every  Grace  her  polifh'd  Neck  j  30 

While  all  that's  pretty,  foft,  and  fweet, 

In  the  fwelling  Bofom  meet. 

The  reft  in  purple  Garments  veil, 

Her  Body,   not  her  Shape,  conceal. 

Enough ! 

Ver.2^.  Let  her  Lips  Perfuafion  nvrar  ]  The  An- 
tients,  to  give  us  an  Idea  of  a  Mouth  perfe&ly  agree- 
able, generally  reprefented  it  by  the  Lips  of  Per- 
fuajion.      AntboL    B.  7. 

KaMot  i;gnj  Kvnrgi&f,  ILiOhj  rofMt,  cruym  kol\  xy.\xr,i 

Etec^fut  uf>u*. 

Verfuajion's  Lips,-and  Cyfrian  Charms  are  yours, 
And  the  frefh  Beauty  of  the  vernal  Hours. 

Ver.  30.  Her  ttlifij'd  Neck.]  The  Greet  is,  Avyh»uf 
that  is,  Marble  ;  from  Tygdos,  a  Place  in  the  Tfland 
of  Paras,  famous  for  the  nneft  Marble.     Trapp. 

Vkr.  33  &  34.   The  reft  in  purple  Garments  <v:il. 
Her  Beefy ,  not  her  Shape,  conceal.] 

,  Ovid  has  a  fimilar  Paftage  in  the  Fkit  Book  of  the 
Met  amor ph -Jes,  V.  500. 

■  •  ■  -laudat 


72        ANACREON. 

Enough  ! the  lovely  Work  is  done,  35 

The  breathing  Paint  will  fpeak  anon. 

THE    SAME   ODE    IMITATED, 
In  the  Year  1755. 
By  another  Hand. 

"T)E  S  T  of  Painters,  fhew  thy  Art, 

-*^  Draw  the  Charmer  of  my  Heart ; 

Draw  her  as  me  fhines  away 

At  the  Rout,  or  at  the  Play  : 

Carefully  each  Mode  exprefs,  5 

Woman's  better  Part  is  Drefs. 

Let  her  Cap  be  mighty  fmall, 
Bigger  juft  than  none  at  all, 
Pretty,  like  her  Senfe,  and  little, 
Like  her  Beauty,  frail  and  brittle.  19 

-laudat  d'gitofque  ma*ufqitc> 


■  Brachiaque,  C5  rudos  ?ned  d  p'us  parte  lacerlos  ; 
6/  qua  latent  meliora  put  at. 

»■  He  view'd 

Her  taper  Fingers,  and  her  panting  Rreail ; 
He  praifes  all  he  fees,  and  for  the  reft,  )- 

Believes  the  Beauties  yet  unfeen  are  beft.  J 

Dryden. 

Be 


73 


ANACREON. 

Be  her  fhining  Locks  confin'd 
In  a  threefold  Braid  behind  j 
Let  an  artificial  Flower 
Set  the  Fiflure  off  before ; 
Here  and  there  weave  Ribbon  pat  in,  jt 

Ribbon  of  the  flneft  Sattin. 

Circling  round  her  ivory  Neck 
Frizzle  out  the  fmart  Vandyke ; 
Like  the  Ruff  that  heretofore 
Good  Queen  Befs's  Maidens  wore;  20 

Happy  Maidens,  as  we  read, 
Maids  of  Honour,  Maids  indeed. 

Let  herBreaft  look  rich  and  bold 
With  a  Stomacher  of  Gold  ; 
Let  it  keep  her  Bofom  warm,  2? 

Amply  ftretch'd  from  Arm  to  Arm  ; 
Whimfically  travers'd  o'er, 
Here  a  Knot,  and  there  a  Flower, 
Like  her  little  Heart  that  dances, 
Full  of  Maggots,  full  of  Fancies.  39 

E  Flowing 


74       ANACREON. 

Flowing  loofely  down  her  Back 
Draw  with  Art  the  graceful  Sack  ; 
Ornament  it  well  with  gimping, 
Flounfes,  Furbelows,  and  crimping. 
Let  of  Ruffles  many  a  Row  35 

Guard  her  Elbows,  white  as  Snow  j 
Knots  below,  and  Knots  above, 
Emblems  of  the  Ties  of  Love. 

Let  her  Hoop,  extended  wide, 
Show  what  Petticoats  fhould  hide,  40 

Garters  of  the  fofteft  Silk, 

Stockings  whiter  than  the  Milk  j 

Charming  Part  of  female  Drefs, 

Did  it  mow  us  more  or  lefs. 

Let  a  Pair  of  velvet  Shoes  45 

Geitly  prefs  her  Petty-toes, 

Gently  r-refs,  and  foftly  fqueeze, 

Tottering  like  the  fair  Chinefe, 

Mounted  high,  and  buckled  low, 

Tott'ring  every  Step  they  go.  5° 

Take 


ANACREON.       j$ 

Take  thefe  Hints,  and  do  thy  Duty, 
Fafhions  are  the  Tefts  of  Beauty ; 
Features  vary  and  perplex, 
Mode's  the  Woman  and  the  Sex. 

ODE    XXIX. 

BATHTLLUS. 

XTOW,  illuftrious  Artifan, 

•**  ^    Paint  the  well-proportion'd  Man  ; 

Once  again  the  Tints  prepare, 

Paint  Batbyllus  young  and  fair. 

Draw  his  Trefl'es  foft  and  black,  £ 

Flowing  graceful  down  his  Back, 

Auburn  be  the  curl'd  Extremes, 

Glowing  like  the  folar  Beams  j 

Let 

Ode   XXIX. 

VgR.  7  Sc  8.  Auburn  be  the  curFd  Extremes, 
Glowing  like  the  folar  Beams  ] 

Anacreon  defcribes  the  Hair  of  Batbyllus  black  to- 
wards the  Head,  but  lower  down  gradually  inclining 
to  a  yellow.  Horace  calls  this  Colour  mp  rbeus,  Myr- 
heum  nodo  cobibcre  crinem,  Book  3.  Ode  14.  On 
which  an  antient  Clitic  remarks,  Colorem  myrrhtum 
£. .  2  in 


76       ANACREON. 

Let  them  negligently  fall, 

Eafy,  free,  and  artlefs  all.  io 

Let  his  bright  caerulean  Brow 
Grace  his  Forehead  white  as  Snow. 

Let  his  Eyes,  that  glow  with  Fire, 

Gentleft,  mildeft  Love  infpire  ; 

Steal  from  Mars  the  radiant  Mien,  15 

Softnefs  from  th'  Idalian  Queen  j 

This,  with  Hope  the  Heart  to  blcfs, 

That,  with  Terror  to  deprefs. 

Next, 

in  crinilus  hodie  quoque  dicunt,  qui  medius  eft  inter  Jla- 
<vum  &  nigrum  :  "  Even  at  this  Day  they  call  that 
**  Hair  of  a  M^rrh'  C  olour,  which  is  between  black 
*'  and  yellow."  Ovid  defcribes  the  Colour  of  his 
Mifbrefs's  Hair  thus,  Amor.  L.  1.  Eleg.  14. 

Nee  tamen  ater  erat,  nee  erat  color  aureus  illij  j 

Scd  qiinrnw's  veuter,  miftus  uterque  color  : 
£>uahm  clivoftf  madidis  in  vallihus  Ida 

Ardua,  ditepto  cortiee,  tedrus  habet. 
Nor  of  a  b'ack,  nor  of  a  golden  Hue 
They  were,  but"  of  a  Dye  between  the  two  : 
Such  as  in  rindlefs  Cedar  wc  behold, 
The  black  confounded  with  the  dufey  Gold. 

Ver.  9  &  IO.   Let  them  negligently  fall, 

Eaf^free,  ana  artlefi  all.~\ 
Petronius  fays,  C>-ine  ,  mgenio  fuo^exi,  per  totos  fe  hu- 
meros  ejfudeiant:    "Her  Hair,  negligently  floating 
«*  where  it  pleafed,  diffufed  itfelf  over  her  Shoulders." 

Ver. 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.        77 

Next,  his  Cheeks  withRofes  crown, 
And  the  Peach's  dubious  Down  j  20 

And,  if  Art  can  this  bcftow, 
Let  the  Blufh  ingenuous  glow. 

But  Defcription  would  be  fjinf, 
Teaching  you  his  Lips  to  paint : 
There  let  fair  Perfuafion  dwellf  25 

Let  them  gently,  foftly  fwcll, 
Seem  in  fweeteft  Sounds  to  break 
Willing  Air,  and  filent  fpeak. 

Now  you've  finifh'd  high  the  Face, 
Draw  his  ivory  Neck  with  Grace  j  30 

All  the  Charms  and  Beauty  add, 
Such  as  fair  Admis  had. 

Let  me,  next,  the  Bofom  fee 

And  the  Hands  of  Mercury, 

But  I'll  not  prefume  to  tell,  35 

Artift,  you  who  paint  fo  well, 

How 

Ver.  25.  There  let  fair  Perfuafion  dwell]     Mele- 
ager,  as  Longepierre  obferves,  calls   his  Miilrefs,   -noo 
pqSqv  OTEtOss,  Thefweet  Rofe  of  Perfuafion.     Anthologta. 
E  3  Ver. 


78       ANACREON. 

How  the  Foot  fliould  be  expreft, 
How  to  finifti  all  the  reft. 

I  the  Price  you  aik  will  give, 
For  the  Picture  feems  to  live  :  40 

Gold's  too  little,  view  this  Piece, 
'Tis  the  pictur'd  Pride  of  Greece  j 
This  divine  Apdlo  take, 
And  from  this  Batbyllus  make. 
When  to  Samos  you  repair,  45 

Afk  for  young  Batbyllus  there, 
Fineft  Figure  Eye  e'er  faw, 
From  Batbyllus  Phoebus  draw. 

odj; 

Ver.  43  &  44.  This  divine  Apollo  take, 

And  from  this  Bathyllus  make.] 

The  Poet  could  not  give  us  a  more  perfect  Idea  of  the 
Beauty  of  this  young  Samian  :  He  tells  the  Painter, 
"  If  he  would  draw  a  good  Likenefs  of  Bathyllus,  he 
■"  muft  copy  the  Porttait  of  Apollo,  the  mod  beautiful 
"  of  the  Gods ;  and  if  he  would  make  a  good  Picture 
'   of  Apollo,  he  muft  paint  Batbyllus*'' 

Ver.  45.  When  to  Samos  you  re  pair. ~\  Bathyllu 
had  a  celebrated  Statue  erected  to  his  Honour  at  Sa- 
mos by  PJjcrates.     See  Apuleius. 

Ob  e 


A  N  A  C '  R  E  0  N.       79 

ODE    XXX. 

CUPID    TAKEN   PRISONER. 

T    A  T  E  the  Mufes  Cupid  found, 

-*—'  And  with  Wreaths  of  Rofes  bound, 

Bound  him  faft,  as  foon  as  caught, 

And  to  blooming  Beauty  brought. 

Venus  with  large  Ranfom  ftrove  5 

To  releafe  the  God  of  Love. 

Vain  is  Ranfom,  vain  is  Fee, 

Lovi  refufcs  to  be  free. 

Happy 

Ode  XXX. 

This  Ode  is  very  fine,  and  the  Fiction  extremely 
ingenious.  I  believe,  Ana  re  on  would  inculcate,  that 
Beauty  alone  cannot  long  Secure  a  Conqueft  ;  but  that 
when  Wit  and  Beauty  meet,  it  is  impoffible  for  a 
Lover  to  difengage  himfelf.  Madam  Dacier. 

Ver.  5  &  6.  Venus  nvitb  large  Ranfom  ft 'rove 
To  releofe  the  God  of  Love.] 

Mofchusy  in  his  Run-onvay  Love,  make  Venus  offer  a 
Reward  to  any  one  who  fhould  only  difcover  where 
he  was. 

■  O  fAMvrxs  yE?«?  e|fi 

tyWSo?  TOJ  TO  QihXfAX  TO  Kt/TTgt^o;. 

Whoe'er  fhall  bring  the  News,  his  Fee  is  this, 
I  Venus  will  reward  him  with  a  Kifs. 

E   4  O  D  JE 


80       ANACREON. 

Happy  in  his  rofy  Chain, 

Love  with  Beauty  will  remain.  10 

ODE     XXXI. 

THE    PLEASING    F  R  E  N Z  Y. 

TNdslge  me,  Stoics,  with  the  Bowl, 

And  let. me  gratify  my  Soul  j 
Your  Precepts  to  the  Schools  confine, 
For  I'll  be  nobly  mad  with  Wine. 

Alcmaon  and  Oreftes  grew  5 

Quite  mad  when  they  their  Mothers  flew  : 
But  I,  no  Man,  no  Mother  kill'd, 
No  Blood  but  that  of  Bacchus  fpill'd, 
Will  prove  the  Virtues  of  the  Vine, 

And  be  immenfely  mad  with  Wine.  10 

When 
Ode  XXXI. 

Vex..  5.  Alcrnaeon  and  Oreftes.]  Alcmaon  was  the 
Son  of  Amphtaraui  -  and  Eriphyle.  His  Father  had 
been  put  to  death  by  the  Contrivance  of  his  Mother, 
whom  on  that  Account  he  flew.  Oreftes  flew  his 
Mother  ClytemneJIra,  to  revenge  the  Death  of  his  Fa- 
ther Agamemnon,  who,  at  his  Return  from  the  Trojan 
War,  had  been  murdered  by  her  and  her  Lover  JEgif- 
thus.     They  were  both  tormented  by  the  Furies. 

V*R, 


4NACRE0N.       St 

When  Hercules  was  mad,  we  know, 

He  grafp'd  the  Iphitean  Bow  ; 

The  Rattling  of  his  Quiver  fpread 

Aftonimment  around  and  Dread. 

Mad  Jjaxy  with  his  fevenfold  Shield,  15 

Tremendous  ftalk'd-  along  the  Field, 

Great  Heelers  flaming  Sword  he  drew, 

And  Hofts  of  Greeks  in  Fancy  flew. 

But 

Ver.  12.  The  Iphitean  Bo  it;.]  Ipbitus  was  the  Son 
of  Eurytm  King  of  ihchalia,  and  jlain  by  Hercules, 
who  carried  off  his  Bow. 

Ver  15.  Mad  Aja5c  with  hi:  frcenJtM  Shield'} 
When  the  Armour  <.  was  adjudged  to  V ' jj)h> 

Ajax  wai  To  enraged  at  the  Affront,  that  he  ran 
mad;  and  falling  upon  a  Flock  of  Sheep,  which  he 
took  fcr  fo  many  Grecians,  firft  flew  them,  and  then 
himfelf.  Homer  celebrates  his  bhield  for  its  extra- 
ordinary Size.   Iliad,  Book  7. 

Huge  was  its  Orb,  with  feven  thick  Folds  o'ercafl 
Of  tough  Bull-hides ;  of  folid  Brafs  the  laft.    Pope.. 

Ver.  17.  Heclor';  Saver d  ]  HeStir  and  Ajax  made 
.an  Exchange  of  Prefents  (Jcel/iaJj.)  which  gave 
Birth  to  a  Proverb,  **  That  the  Prefents  of  Enemies 
"  are  generally  fatal ::'  For  Ajax  with  this  Sword  af- 
terwards killed  himfelf  j  and  HcJok  was  dragged,  by 
the  Belt  which  Ajax  gave  him,  at  the  Chariot  0/ 
Achilles. 

£  S  There 


82        ANACREON. 

But  I  with  no  fuch  Fury  glow, 
No  Sword  I  wave,  nor  bend  the  Bow :  20 

My  Helmet  is  a  flowery  Crown  ; 
In  this  bright  Bowl  my  Cares  I'll  drown,' 
And  rant  in  Ecftacies  divine, 
Heroically  mad  with  Wine. 

ODE     XXXII. 

THE  NUMBER  OF  HIS  MISTRESSES. 

*W  THEN  thou  can'ft  fairly  number  all 

*     The  Leaves  on  Trees  that  fade  and  fall, 

Or  count  the  foaming  Waves  that  roar, 

Or  tell  the  Pebbles  on  the  Shore  -, 

Then 

There  is  an  Epigram  to  this  Purpofe,  AnthtL  B.  3. 

Zwr»?\  a.fA/port^uv  n  %«§»;  »;  Buvurot. 

HeJior  beftow'd  on  Telamcn  the  brave 

A  Sword ;  the  Greek  to  god- like  Heflor  gave 

A  radiant  Belt :  Each  Gift  was  ftamp'd  with  Woe, 

And  prov'd  alike  defkuttive  to  the  Foe. 

Opi 


ANACREON.       83 

Then  may'ft  thou  reckon  up  the  Names  5 

Of  all  my  Beauties,  all  my  Flames. 

At  Athens,  Flames  that  ftill  furvive, 
Firft  count  me  only  thirty-five. 
At  Corinth  next  tell  o'er  the  Fair, 
Tell  me  a  whole  Battalion  there.  10 

In  Greece  the  faireft  Nymphs  abound, 
And  worfe  than  banner'd  Armies  wound. 
Count  all  that  make  their  fweet  Abodes 
At  Le/bos,  or  delightful  Rhodes. 
Then  Carian  and  LnJan  Dames,  15 

Write  me  at  leaft  two  thoufand  Flames. 

What  !  think'ft  thou  this  too  large  a  Sum  ? 
Egypt  and  Syria  are  to  come, 

And 

Ode  XXXII.     . 

VER.9.  At  Corinth  next  recount  the  Fair,]  Corintb, 
the  Metropolis  of  Acbaia>  was  fo  famous  for  rich 
Courtezans,  who  would  only  entertain  the  wealthy, 
that  it  occafioned  the  Proverb,  Non  cu'i*vh  homini  con- 
tingit  (dire  Corintbvm,  "  Every  Man  cannot  go  to 
"  Corinth."  Lais  alkcd  Demojibenes  a  thoufand  Drachms 
for  one  Favour,;  to  which  he  replied,  "  I  will  not 
"  buy  Repentance  at  fo  dear  a  Rate."     Longe/ierre. 

E  6  Ves. 


84       ANACREON. 

And  Crete,  where  Love  his  Sway  maintains, 
And  o'er  a  hundred  Cities  reigns.  20 

Yet  (till  unnumber'd,  ft  ill  remain 
The  Nymphs  of  Perfia  and  of  Spain, 
And  Indians,  fcorch'd  by  Titan's  Ray, 
Whofe  Charms  have  burnt  my  Heart  away. 

ODE 

Ver.  19.  -And  Crete.]  Anaerecn  fays  of  Crete, 
eL-na.tr  txaors,  abounding  txitb  all  1  kings,  to  exprefg 
its  Fertility.     Virgil  fays,  it  had  an  hundred  Cities : 

Creta  jfovis  magni  medio  jacet  inj'ula  ponto, 
Centum  urbes  habitant  magnas,  uberrima  regna. 
Fair  Crete  fublimely  towers  amid  the  Floods, 
Proud  Nurfe  of  Jcve  the  Sovereign  of  the  Gods ; 
A  hundred  Cities  the  bleft  Ifle  contains, 
And  boafts  a  vaft  Extent  of  fruitful  Plains.         Pitt. 

Homer,  in  the  Iliad,  gives  Crete  a  hundred  Cities, 
Book  2. 

Crete's  hundred  Cities  pour  forth  all  her  Sons. 

But,  in  the  Qdyjfty,  only  ninety  ; 

Crete  awes  the  circling  Waves,  a  fruitful  Soil  \ 
And  ninety  Cities  crown  the  Sea-born  Ifle.     B.  19. 

Therefore  it  is  probable,  that  in  the  Time  of  the 
*Irj  m  War  it  had  no  more  than  ninety  Cities,  but  a 
hundred  in  the  Days  of  Homer. 

3  °°* 


A  N  AC  R  E  O  N.       85 

ODE    XXXIII. 

THE     SWALLOW. 

Ovely  Swallow,  once  a  Year, 

"*-'  Pleas'd  you  pay  your  Vifit  here  ; 

When  our  Clime  the  Sun-beams  gild, 

Here  your  airy  Neft  you  build  ; 

And,  when  bright  Days  ceafe  to  fmile,  5 

Fly  to  Memphis,  or  the  Nile  : 

But, 

Ode   XXXIII. 

Veh.  5.  And,  ivher.y  &c]  It  was  an  Opinion  gene- 
rally received  among  the  Antients,  that  Swallows, 
and  feveral  other  Birds,  crofTed  the  Sea,  on  the  Ap- 
proach of  Winter,  in  Search  of  warmer  Climates. 
Thus  Virgil t  JEneid.  6.  Ver.  3 II'. 

Quam  mult  a  glomerantur  a<vtsy  ubi  frigidus  annus 
Trans  font  urn  fugat,  cif  ttrris  immlttit  apricis. 
Thick  as  the  fewher'd  Flocks,  in  clofe  Arrays 
O'er  the  wide  Fields  of  Ocean  wing  their  Way, 
When  from  the  Rage  of  Winter  they  repair 
To  warmer  Suns  and  more  indulgent  Air.         Pitt. 

Others  thought  they  hid  themfelves  in  the  Clefts 
of  Rocks.  Thus  Ovid,  Cum  glaciantur  aqua,  fcofulit 
Je  condit  hirundo. 

Pecklinius,  in  his  Book   De  Airis  t3*  Elementi  de- 
feftu,  ti5  vitd/ub  aquis,  allures  us,  that  Swallows  re- 
tire 


86        ANACREON. 

But,  alas !  within  my  Breaft 
Love  for  ever  makes  his  Neft  j 
There  the  little  Cupids  lie, 

Some  prepare  their  Wings  to  fly,  i© 

Some  unhatch'd,  fome  form'd  in  Part, 
Lie  clofe  nettling  at  my  Heart, 
Chirping  loud  ;  their  ceafelefs  Noife 
All  my  golden  Peace  deftroys : 

Some, 

tire  to  the  Bottom  of  the  Water  during  the  Winter  ; 
and  that  it  is  common  for  the  Fifhermen  on  the 
Coafts  of  the  Baltic  to  take  them  in  their  Nets  in 
large  Knots,  clinging  together  by  their  Bills  and 
Claws ;  and  that,  upon  their  being  brought  into  a 
warm  Room,  they  will  feparate,  and  begin  to  flutter 
about  as  in  Spring.  Kercher,  in  his  Book  De  ?nundo 
fubterraneo,  affirms  the  fame,  and  that  in  the  Northern 
Countries  they  hide  themfelves  under  Ground  in  the 
Winter,  whence  they  are  often  dug  out.     Longepierre. 

Ver.6.  Memphis,  or  the  Nile.]  Memphis  was  a 
City  fituated  on  the  Nile,  a  little  below  Delta,  and 
the  Refidence  of  the  Kings  of  Egypt.  By  the  Nile 
Anacreon  means  Ethiopia,  whence  that  River  derives 
its  Source. 

Ver.  8.  Love  for  ever  makes  his  AV/?.]  dvacrton 
is  not  Angular  in  reprefenting  Cupid  as  a  Bird,  and 
with  Propriety,  becaufe  he  is  furnifhed  with  Wings, 
and  his  Flight  is  furpriiingly  rapid.  Bion  fpeaks  of 
Love  as  a  Bird :   See  his  Second  Iaylliutn. 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.       87 

Some,  quite  fledg'd  and  fully  grown,  15 

Nurfe  the  Younglings  as  their  own  j 

Thefe  when  feather'd  others  feed, 

And  thus  propagate  their  Breed. 

Dreadful  Torment  I  fuftain, 

What,  alas !  can  eafe  my  Pain :  2© 

The  vaft  Flocks  of  Loves  that  dwell 

In  my  Breaft  no  Tongue  can  tell. 

* 

ODE     XXXIV. 

TO    HIS    MISTRESS. 

fT^Hough  cold  Winter  o'er  my  Brow 
Sheds  a  fcatter'd  Shower  of  Snow, 
Waving  Locks  of  filver  Hair  j 
Fly  me  not,  capricious  Fair. 
Though  the  Spring's  enlivening  Power  5 

Bloflbms  in  your  Beauty's  Flower, 
Fly  me  not,  nor  flight  my  Love  j 
In  this  Chaplet,  lo  !  are  wove 

Lucid 


88        A  N  AC  R  E  0  N. 

Lucid  Colours  blending  bright 

Rofes  red,  and  Lillies  white:  10 

We,  methinks,  refemble  thofe  ; 

I  the  Lilly,  you  the  Rofe. 

ODE    XXXV. 

ON  THE  PICTURE  OF  EUROPA. 

rTT^H  I  S  piclur'd  Bull  is  mighty  Jove, 

•*-     Who  meditates  fome  Prank  of  Love  ; 

On  his  broad  Back,  with  pleafing  Care, 

He  fafely  bears  the  Tyrian  Fair  : 

Lo! 
Ode    XXXIV, 

Ver.  .JO.  Rcf?s  red,  and  Lillies  <wbite."\  Virgil  has 
very  happily  mixed'  thefe  two  Colours,  though  upon 
a  different  Occasion,  uEneid.  L.  12.  Ver.  67. 

Indum  fa* guinea  veluti  <viola<verit  ojlro 

Si  quis  ebur,  aut  mixta  rubent  ubi  lilia  mult  a 

Alba  re/a.  < 

So  looks  the  beauteous  Ivory  ftain'd  with  Red  ; 

So  Rofes,  mix'd  with  Lillies  in  the  Bed, 

BJend  their  rich  Hues. — 1 Pitt. 

O  D  E    XXXV. 

This  Ode  was  compofed  on  a  Picture  representing 
the  Rape  of  Eurota.  See  an  Idjllium  of  Me/cbus  upou 
the  fame  Subject. 

Ode 


ANACREON.        89 

Lo !  buoyant  on  the  foaming  Tide,  5 

He  throws  the  circling  Waves  afide, 

Securely  fleering  through  the  Sea. 

No  other  daring  Bull,  but  He, 

Would  leave  his  Heifers  on  the  Plain, 

To  tempt  the  Dangers  of  the  Main.  I  a 

ODE     XXXVI. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 

LIFE   SHOULD   BE   ENJOTED. 

TA  L  K  not  to  me  of  pedant  Rules, 
I  leave  Debates  to  learned  Fools, 
Who  folemnly  in  Form  advife  ; 
At  belt,  impertinently  wife. 

To  me  more  pleafing  Precepts  give,  5 

And  teach  the  Science  how  to  live; 
To  bury  in  the-  friendly  Draught 
Sorrows  that  fpring  from  too  much  Thought ; 
To  learn  foft  Leflbns  from  the  Fair, 

How  Life  may  glide  exempt  from  Care.  '  o 

Alasf 


9o        ANACREON. 

Alas  !  Pm  old— I  fee  my  Head 

With  hoary  Locks  by  Time  o'erfpread  : 

Then  inftant  be  the  Goblet  brought, 

To  make  me  young — at  Icaft  in  Thought. 

Alas  !   inceflant  fpeeds  the  Day,  15 

When  I  muft  mix  with  common  Clay  ; 

When  I  muft  tread  the  difmal  Shore, 

And  dream  of  Love  and  Wine  no  more. 

ODE 

Ode   XXXVI. 

Ver.  II..  With  hoary  Locks  by  Time  oerfpread^\ 
A  Philofopher  in  Petronius  makes  the  fame  Reflec- 
tion, Egojic  femper  13  ubique  vixi,  ut  ultimam  quam- 
que  lucent  tanquam  non  redituram  covfumerem.  "  Where- 
•*  ever  I  am,  I  always  enjoy  the  prefent  Day,  as  if 
"  I  never  expe&ed  to  fee  another." 

Ver.  18.  And  dream  of  Love  and  Wine  no  more."] 
Horace  fays,  in  the  fame  Senfe, 

Jam  te  premet  nox,  fubulaque  manes., 

Et  domus  exilis  Plutonia. 

Too  foon  cut  off  from  chearful  Light, 

We  muft  defcend  to  fallen  Night, 

And,  in  the  Realms  of  fabled  Shades  below, 

Thy  pining  Ghoft  no  Joy  fhall  know. 

Duncombe. 

Ode 


A  N  AC  R  E  O  N.       91 

ODE    XXXVII. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 

THE       SPRING. 

QEE  !  Winter's  paft  j  the  Seafons bring 

^  Soft  Breezes  with  returning  Spring  j 

At  whofe  Approach  the  Graces  wear 

Frefli  Honours  in  their  flowing  Hair  -, 

The  raging  Seas  forget  to  roar,  5 

And  fmiling,  gently  kifs  the  Shore  s 


The 


Ode  XXXVII. 


VeR.  5.  The  raging  Seas  forget  to  rear,  &C  ]  The 
Expreffion  in  Greek  is  extremely  delicate  and  happy, 
The  Wavet  of  the  Sea  are  mollified  into  Tranquillity  : 
hita,\mmm  yaMr*.  Every  Letter,  every  Syllable,  is 
a;  liquid  and  frndoth  as  the  Calm  he  defcribes.  A  fa- 
mous old  Scotrh  Bifhop,  Gaivin  Douglas,  in  his  De- 
fcription  of  May,  feems  to  have  had  this  Faflage  io 
View. 

For  to  behald  it  was  ane.Glore  to  fe 
The  ftabyllit  Wyndys,  and  the  calmyt  Se, 
The  foft  Seflbun,  the  Firmament  ferene, 
TheLoune  illuminate  are,  and  Firth  amene. 

Or, 


92        ANACREON. 

The  fportive  Duck,  in  wanton  Play, 
Now  dives,  now  rifes  into  Day ; 
The  Cranes  from  freezing  Skies  repair, 
And  failing  float  to  warmer  Air  ;  10 

Th'  enlivening  Suns  in  Glory  rife, 
And  gaily  dance  along  the  Skies  j 
The  Clouds  difperfe,  or,  if  in  Showers 
They  fall,  it  is  to  wake  the  Flowers. 
Eee !  Verdure  cloaths  the  teeming  Earth ;         15 
The  Olive  ftruggles  into  Birth  ; 
The  fwelling  Grapes  adorn  the  Vine, 
And  kindly  promife  future  Wine  : 
Bleft  Juice !  already  I  in  Thought 
Quaff  an  imaginary  Draught.  2o 

ODE 

Or,  as  it  is  tranflated  by  Mr.  Fatvkes, 

How  calm  !  how  ftill !  how  pleafing  to  behold 
T*e  Sea's  broad  Bofom  where  no  Billows  roll'd! 
The  Seafon  foft,  the  Firmament  ferene, 
Th'  illumin'd  Landfcape,  and  the  watry  Scene ! 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.       93 

ODE     XXXVIII. 
ON     H  1  M  S  E   L.  F. 
X7E  S,  I'm  old,  I'm  old,  'tis  true  ; 

What  have  I  with  Time  to  do  ? 
With  the  young  and  with  the  gay, 
I  can  drink  as  much  as  they* 
Let  the  jovial  Band  advance,  £ 

Still  I'm  ready  for  the  Dance  : 
What's  my  Scepter,  if  you  afk, 
Lo  !  I  fway  a  mighty  Flafk. 

Should  fome  mettled  Blade  delight 
In  the  bloody  Scenes  of  Fight,  10 

Let  him  to  this  Stage  afcend, 
Still  I'm  ready  to  contend—— 
Mix  the  Grape's  rich  Blood,  my  Page, 


We  in  drinking;  will  engage. 


Yes, 


Ode  XXXVIII. 

Ver.  7.  What's  my  Scepter,  &c  ]  In  the  Baccha- 
nalian Dances  among  the  Antients,  the  Leader  of 
them  bore  a  Rod  or  Scepter. 

Ver. 


94       A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N. 

Yes,  I'm  old  j  yet  with  the  gay  x^ 

I  can  be  as  brifk  as  they ; 
Like  Silenus  'midft  his  Train, 
I  can  dance  along  the  Plain. 


w 


ODE    XXXIX. 

ON     HIMSELF. 

H  E  N  I  drain  the  rofy  Bowl, 
Joy  exhilarates  my  Soul  j 


To 


Ver.  17.  Like  Silenus,  &c]  Silenus  was  the  Fof- 
ter-father  and  Tutor  of  Bacchu  ,  reprefented  by  a 
little,  flat  nofed,  bald,  fat,  tun-bellied,  old,  drunken 
Fellow,  riding  on  an  Afs.  Ovid  draws  his  Pidture 
thus : 


-Baccha  Satyrique  fequuntur, 


Quique  fenex  ferula  titubanles  ehrius  artus 
Sujiinet,  £ff  pando  non  fort  iter  haret  afello. 

Metamorpb.  L.  4. 

Around  the  Bacch<e  and  the  Satyrs  throng  ; 
Behind,  Silenus  drunk  lags  flow  along  ; 
On  his  dull  Afs  he  nods  from  Side  to  Side, 
Forbears  to  fall,  yet  half  forgets  to  ride.       Eufdtn. 

1  Ode 


ANACREON.        <)$ 

To  the  Nine  I  raife  my  Song, 
Ever  fair  and  ever  young. 

When  full  Cups  my  Cares  expell,  <J 

Sober  Counfels,  then  farewell : 
Let  the  Winds  that  murmur,  fweep 
All  my  Sorrows  to  the  Deep. 


When 


Ode  XXXIX. 


Ver.  3.  To  the  Nine  I  rafe  my  Song.']  Anacrcon  is 
not  the  only  one  who  aflerts,  that  Bacchus  is  the  beft 
Friend  to  the  Mufes.  If,  as  Horace  fays,  you  give 
Credit  to  old  Cratinus,  the  Comic  Greek  Poet,  Nulla 
placere  diu,  nee  nsi-vere  carmina  pojfunt,  Qu<e  fcri- 
buntur  aqua  potorihus.  "  No  Verfes  long  can  pleafe, 
"  or  long  can  live,  Which  Water-drinkers  write. " 
There  is  an  Epigram  in  the  Firft  Boole  of  the  Antho- 
logia,  which  begins  thus, 

Ouos  rot  xxgKSTi  ptyett;  tETiXn  lirvof  ao\du, 
'Y&yj  h  wtvuv,   kxXov  a  Ttxon;  two;. 

Wine  is  the  Poet's  generous  Horfe  ; 
But  Water-drinkers  Works  of  courfe 
Are  languid,  cold,  and  void  of  Force. 

Arijlophanes,  in  his  Comedy  called  Peace,  humor- 
oufly  tells  us,  That,  when  the  Lacedemonians  came  to 
b^efiege  Athens,  CratinufcWed  of  Grief  on  feeing  a 
Hogmead  broken,  and  the  Wine  running  out. 

Ver.  7.  Let  the  Winds  that  murmur, /weep.]  Horace 
has  exprefled  himfelf  in  the  fame  Manner  : 

——•Trijlhiam 


i 


96        A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N. 

When  I  drink  dull  Time  away, 
Jolly  Bacchus ,  ever  gay,  10 

Leads  me  to  delightful  Bowers, 
Full  of  Fragrance,  full  of  Flowers. 

When  I  quaff  the  fparkling  Wine, 
And  my  Locks  with  Rofes  twine, 
Then  I  praife  Life's  rural  Scene,  15 

Sweet,  fequefter'd,  and  ferene. 

When  I  fink  the  Bowl  profound, 
Richeft  Fragrance  flowing  round, 
And  fome  loyely  Nymph  detain, 
Venus  then  infpires  the  Strain.  20 

When  from  Goblets  deep  and  wide 

I  exhauft  the  generous  Tide, 

All  my  Soul  unbends — I  play 

Gamefome  with  the  young  and  gay. 

When 

- Trijlitiam  &  metus 

Tradam  pretermit  in  mars  Crcticum 
Port  are  mentis.— ■ 

Lov'd  by  the  Mufes,  to  the  Wind 

Ec  all  my  Fears  and  Griefs  refign'd, 

To  drown  them  in  the  Cretan  Main.  Duncomle. 

Ode 


A  N  AC  R  E  O  N.       97 

When  the  foaming  Bowl  I  drain,  2C 

Real  Bleffings  are  my  Gain ; 
BlefHngs  which  my  own  I  call : 
Death  is  common  to  us  all. 

ODE     XL. 

CUPID      WOUNDED. 

A>N  C  E  as  Cupid,  tir'd  with  Play, 

^"^  On  a  Bed  of  Rofes  lay, 

A  rude  Bee,  that  ilept  unfeen, 

The  fweet-breathing  Buds  between, 

Stung 
Ode  XL. 

Theocritus  has  imitated  this   beautiful  Ode  in  his 
Nineteenth  Idyllium. 

Too K^ivrwi  <untT  Egirtx,  k-  t.  A. 

As  Cupid once,  the  flyeft  Rogue  alive, 

Was  ftealing  fragrant  Honey  from  the  Hive, 

A  little  Bee,  inflam'd  with  Rage  and  Grief, 

Pierc'd  with  his  Sting  the  Finger  of  the  Thief. 

He  blew  the  tortur'd  Hand,  he  Itamp'd  the  Ground, 

He  ran,  and  to  his  Mother  fhow'd  the  Wound ; 

And  loud  began  through  Anguifh  to  complain, 

That  a  fmall  Bee  fliould  caufe  fuch  racking  Pain. 

Fair  Venus  fmil'd  her  fobbing  Son  to  fee, 

And  faid,  '  Thou  too  art  little,  like  a  Bee,  y 

*  And  yet  what  mighty  Wounds  are  made  by  thee !' J 

F  Vex 


98        A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N. 

Stung  his  Finger,  cruel  Chance  !  5 

With  its  little  pointed  Lance. 

Strait  he  fills  the  Air  with  Cries, 

Weeps,  and  fobs,  and  runs,  and  flies  j 

Till  the  God  to  Venus  came, 

Lovely,  laughter-loving  Dame  :  10 

Then  he  thus  began  to  plain  ; 

"  Oh!  undone— I  die  with  Pain 

««  Dear  Mamma,  a  Serpent  fmall, 

«  Which  a  Bee  the  Plough-men  call, 

"  Imp'd  with  Wings,  and  arm'd  with  Dart,    15 

"  Oh  ! — has  flung  me  to  the  Heart." 

Venus 

Ver.  13.  Dear  Mamma,  a  Serpent  fmall.]  Madam 
Dacier  fays,  that  Anacreon  makes  Cupid  fpeak  in  this 
Manner,  becaufe,  according  to  the  Pagan  Theology, 
the  Language  of  the  Gods  was  different  from  that  of 
Men:  But,  as  Lan^ierre  ingenioufly  obferves,  To 
render  a  P;i  -i's  Nature  learned,  is  to  make  it 

obfcur.  ;  I  1  iiing  can  be  more  natural  to  imagine, 
th  in  that  an  Infant,  who  had  heard  of  the  iitinging  of 
Serpents., when  he  found  him  felt  ffung  by  a  little 
Creature,  he  harjl  k  tew  what,  fhould  immediately 
think  it  one  The  Labourers  might  call  it  a  Bee,  if 
they  pleafed  ;  his  Fain  and  Fright  made  him  perfill: 
that  it  was  a  oeipent. 

Ode 


99 


ANACREON. 

Venus  thus  reply'd,  and  fmil'd  ; 
s  Dry  thofe  Tears,  for  fhame  !  my  Child  j 
'  If  a  Bee  can  wound  fo  deep, 
<  Caufing  Cupid  thus  to  weep,  20 

«  Think,  O  think  !  what  cruel  Pains 
'  He  that's  flung  by  thee  fuftains.' 

ODE      XLl. 

THE  BANQUET  OF  WINE. 

TVJO  W  let  us  gayly  drink,  and  join 

To  celebrate  the  God  of  Wine, 

Bacchus,  who  taught  his  jovial  Throng 

The  Dance,  and  patroniz'd  the  Song ; 

In 
Ode   XLT. 

Ver.  3  &  4.  Bacchus,  <wbi  taught  the  jovial  Throng 
The  Dance,  and  patroni&J  the  Song.] 

Tihullut  fays  the  fame  : 

lilt  liquor  docuit  voces  ivjkFtere  canlu  ; 

Mo<vit& acfcertos ne fcta membra modos.  L  I.  EL 7. 

This  as  Swains  quaff'd.fpoivaneous  Numbers  came, 
They  prais'd  the  feftal  Cafk,  and  hymn'd  thy  Name  ;. 
All  Ecftacy  !  to  certain  Time  they  bound. 
And  beat  in  meafur'd  Awkwardnefs  the  Ground. 

Grainger. 
F  z  Ver. 


ioo      A  N  A  C  R  E  0  Ar. 

In  Heart,  in  Soul,  with  Love  the  fame*  5 

The  Favourite  of  the  Cyprian  Dame. 

Revelry  he  nam'd  his  Heir ; 
The  Graces  are  his  Daughters  fair  : 
Sadnefs  in  Lethe's  Lake  he  fteeps  j 
Sollicitude  before  him  fleeps.  1 0 

When  in  large  Bowls  fair  Boys  produce 
The  heart-exhilarating  Juice, 
Then  all  our  Sorrows  are  refign'd, 
They  fly,  and  mingle  with  the  Wind. 
The  generous  Bowl  then  let  us  drain,  1 5 

Difmifllng  Care,  forgetting  Pain : 

For 

Ver.  8.  The  Graces  are  his  Daughters  fuir.]  Ma- 
dam Dacier  fuppofes  this  to  be  the  Paffage  on  which 
the  Opinion,  that  the  Graces  were  the  Daughters  of 
Bacchus  and  Venus,  was  founded. 

Ver.  16.  DifmiJJing  Care]  Macedonius,  in  an  Epi- 
gram in  the  Firft  Book  of  the  Anthologia,  C.  25. 
fays,  that  To  banijb  Care  was  a  Precept  of  Anacreoti's. 

T»)i»  y«f  Av**f  Eovrof  tn  is^ct7n^c(Tcrt  tyv"ku.crau 

For  ftill  I  hold  Anacreon's  Rule  the  beft, 
To  banifh  Care  for  ever  from  my  Breaft. 

Ver. 


ANACREON.      101 

For  Life,  what  PJeafure  can  it  give, 

If  with  Anxiety  we  live  ? 

And  what  hereafter  may  betide 

No  living  Cafuift  can  decide.  1% 

The  Days  of  Man  are  fix'd  by  Fate, 
Dark  and  obfcure,  though  fhort  the  Date. 

Then  let  me,  warm  with  Wine,  advance, 
And  revel  in  the  tipfy  Dance  ; 
Or,  breathing  Odours,  fport  and  play  25 

Among  the  fair,  among  the  gay. 

M 

Vir.  19  &  20.  And  what  hertafter  may  he  tide,  fcc] 
Jnacrton  is  not  fingular  in  enforcing  the  Neccflity  of 
enjoying  Life  from  the  Brevity  and  Uncertainty  of  it. 
Rufinus  has  an  Epigram  in  the  Seventh  Book  of  the 
jinthohgia.,  Epigram  143,  to  this  Purpofe. 

Let  us,  my  Friend,  in  Joy  refine, 
Bathe,  crown  our  Brows,  and  quaff  the  Wine : 
Short  is  the  Space  for  human  Joys ; 
What  Age  prevents  not,  Death  deftroys. 

And  Martial, 

Non  eft,  crede  mibiyfapienti  dieere,  '  Vim  am  .•' 
Sera  nimis  vita  eft  craftina,  wive  hodie. 

"  I'll  live  to-morrow,"  'tis  not  wife  to  fay : 
'Twill  be  too  late  to-morrow — live  to-day. 

F  3  Ode 


102       ANACREQN. 

As  for  thofe  ftubborn  Fools  that  will 

Be  wretched,  be  they  wretched  {till. 

But  let  us  gayly  drink,  and  join 

To  celebrate  the  God  of  Wine.  ya 

ODE     XLII. 

ON     HIMSELF. 

1I7H  E  N  Bacchus ,  jolly  God,  invites, 

In  fprightly  Dance  my  Heart  delights  \ 
When  with  blithe  Youths  I  drain  the  Bowl, 
The  Lyre  can  harmonize  my  Soul  :   -. 
But  when,  indulging  amorous  Play,  | 

I  frolic  with  the  fair  and  gay, 
With  hyacinthine  Chaplet  crown'd, 
Then,  then  the  fweeteft  Joys  abound  ; 
My  honeft  Heart  nor  Envy  bears, 
Nor  Envy's  poifon'd  Arrows  fears ;  i  e 

By  rankling  Malice  never  ftung, 
I  fhun  the  venom-vcnting  Tongue, 

And. 


ANACREON.      103 

And  at-the  jovial  Banquet  hate 
Contentions,  Battles,  and  Debate  : 
When  to  the  Lyre's  melodious  Sound  15 

With  Phyllis  in  the  Dance  I  bound, 
The  blooming  Fair,  the  filver  Lyre, 
Should  only  Dance  and  Love  infpire  : 
Then  let  us  pafs  Life's  peaceful  Day 
In  Mirth  and  Innocence  away.  2» 

ODK 

Ode  XL1I. 

Ve*.  13  &  t/f.  And  at  the  jovial  Banquet  bate 

Contentions,  Batiks,  and  Debate  ] 

Thus  our  Poet  in  his  Seventh  Epigram  fays, 
I  ne'er  can  think  Ml  .  uon  good, 

Who  o'er  the  Bottle  talks  of  Wars  and  Blood ; 
But  his,  whofe  Wit  the  pleafing  Talk  refines. 
And  lovely  Venus  with  the  Graces  joins. 

Ver.  19.  Let  us  pafs  Life's  peaceful  Day.]  The 
Greek  is,  B»c»  rurvyov  (p^upi*.  Anacreon  eileemed 
Tranquillity  the  happieft  Ingredient  of  Life  :  Thus, 
Qde  the  39th,  he  praifes  the  ytxte.w /-Wa, 

■    ■  Life's  rural  Scene, 
Sweet,  fequefter'd,  and  ferene. 

F  4  Odi 


io4      ANACREON. 
ODE     XLIII. 

THE     GRASHOPPER. 

fTT^H  E  E,  fweet  Grafhopper,  we  call 

Happieft  of  Infe£b  all, 

Who  from  Spray  to  Spray  canft  fkip, 

And  the  Dew  of  Morning  fip : 

Little  Sips  infpire  to  fing  ;  5 

Then  thou'rt  happy  as  a  King. 

All, 

0»e  XLIII. 

Ve  r  .  4  &  5 .   And  the  Dew  of  Morn'mg  fif  ; 
Little  Sipj  infpii  e  to  fing.] 

Dew  is  the  Nourifhmertt  of  Grafhoppers.     Thus  Vir- 
gil, Eclogue  5,  Ver,  77. 

Dumque  thymo  pafcentur  afest  dttnt  rare  cicada. 

Bees  feed  on  Thyme,  and  Grafhoppers  on  Dew. 

The  Greek  Poets  alfo  defcribe  the  Grafhopper  as  a 
mufical  Infect.    Thus  7 beocrrtus,  Idyll.  \. 

— — Timycs  E7T£i  Tvye  tpifTigov  cthis* 

Thy  Song  is  fweeter  than  the  Grafhopper's. 
Antipater,  in  an  Epigram  of  the  Anthofagia,  Book  1 . 
feys, 

Auoih  tivfauv  £i(7i  ysyuvorspm. 

Infpir'd  by  Dew  the  Grafhoppers  rejoice, 
Nor  boaiU  uie  Swan  &  mulical  a  Voice. 

VfiR. 


ANACREON.      105 

All,  whatever  thou  can'ft  fee, 

Herbs  and  Flowers  belong  to  thee  ; 

All  the  various  Seafons  yield, 

All  the  Produce  of  the  Field.  \c 

Thou,  quite  innocent  of  Harm, 

Lov'ft  the  Farmer,  and  the  Farm  ; 

Singing  fweet  when  Summer's  near, 

Thou  to  all  Mankind  art  dear; 

Dear  to  all  the  tuneful  Nine  15 

Seated  round  the  Throne  divine  } 

Dear 

Ver.  15.  Dear  to  all  the  tuneful  Nine.}  s&li'art, 
writing  againit  thofe  who  eat  Grafhoppers,  fays: 
They  are  ignorant  how  much  they  offend  the  Mujes,  the 
Daughters  of  Jupiter.  Whence  it  appears,  that  thefe 
Animals  were  eileemcd  facred  to  the  Mufes,  and  the 
eating  of  them  accounted  an  Impiety.  The  follow- 
ing k  a  Tranflation  of  an  Epigram  from  the  Firll 
Book  of  the  Anthologia,  Chap.  33.  containing  a  beau- 
tiful Complaint  of  a  Graftiopper  againit  that  Practice-. 

Tl7TT£  /*£  TGV,    X.  T.  "K. 

Why  do  ye,  Swains,  a  Gralhopper  purfue 
Content  with  Solitude,  and  rofy  Dew  ? 
Me,  whofe  fweet  Song  can  o'er  the  Nymphs  prevail ; ") 
I  charm  them  in  the  Foreft,  Hill,  or  Dale,  % 

And  me  they  call  their  Summer-nightingale.  J 

See,  on  your  Fruits  the  Thrufh  and  Black-bird  prey  ! 
See,  the  bold  Starlings  fteal  your  Grain  away  I 

F  5  Deftroy 


106      ANACREON. 

Dear  to  Pheelus,  God  of  Day, 
He  infpir'd  thy  fprightly  Lay, 
And  with  Voice  melodious  blefr, 
And  in  vivid  Colours  drelr.  2o 

Thou  from  Spoil  of  Time  art  free  j 
Age  can  never  injure  thee. 
;  Wifeft  Daughter  of  the  Earth  ! 
Fond  of  Song,  and  full  of  Mirth  ; 
Free  from  Flefh,  exempt  from  Pains,  25 

No  Blood  riots  in  thy  Veins : 
To  the  Bleft  I  equal  thee; 
Thou'rt  a  Demi-Deity. 

ODE 

Deftroy  your  Foes — why  mould  you  me  purfue 
Content  with  verdant  Leaves,  and  rofy  Dew  ? 

Ver.  23.  Wifeft  Daughter  of  the  Earth.]  The  Athe- 
nians called  themfelves  Tj-myts,  Grajhoppers,  andfome 
of  them  wore  little  Grajhoppers  of  Gold  in  their  Hair, 
as  Badges  of  Honour,  to  diflinguifh  them  from 
others  of  later  Duration  ;  and  likevyife  as  a  Memorial, 
that  they  were  born  of  the  Earth  like  thofe  Infects. 

Ver.  25  &  26.  Free  from  Flejb,  exempt  fro?n  Pai/ts, 
No  Blood  riots  in  thy  Feins  ] 
Isomer  reprefents  the  Gods  as  free  from  Blood.  Speak- 
ing of  Venus  wounded,  Book  5.  he  fays, 

A  Fiona 


rA  N  AC  R  E  0  N.     107 

ODE     XLIV. 
THE       DREAM. 

T  Dream'd,  that  late  I  Pinions  wore, 

•■•  And  fwiftly  feem'd  through  Air  to  foar  j 

Me  fleeter  Cupid,  quick  as  Thought, 

Purfued,  and  in  an  Inflant  caught, 

Though  at  his  Feet  hung  Weights  of  Lead  : 

What  can  this  Vifion  mean,  I  faid  ? 

Its  myftic  Senfe  I  thus  explain  : 

I,  who  ere-while  have  worn  the  Chain 

Of 

From  the  clear  Vein  a  Stream  immortal  flow'd, 
Such  Stream  as  iflues  from  a  wounded  God  ; 
Pure  Emanation  !  uncorruptcd  Flood  ! 
Unlike  our  grofs,  difeas'd,  terreitrial  Blood  : 
(For  not  the  Bread  of  Man  their  Life  fuilains, 
Nor  Wine's  inflaming  Juice  fupplies  their  Veins.) 

Pope. 

Ode   XLIV. 

Nothing  can  be  more  politely  imagined  than  this 
Ode,  nor  more  courtly  than  the  1  urn  of  it.  Behold, 
fays  Madam  Dacer,  one  if  the  fineji  and  mofl  gallant 
Odes  of  Antiquity  ;  and  ifJhe,for  inborn  it  ixas  com- 
peted, <uas  as  beautiful,  all  Greece  could  produce  «c- 
tling  more  charming. 

F  6  Obi 


io8     ANACREON. 

Of  many  a  Fair-one  for  a  Day, 

Then  flung  the  floweyy  Band  away,.  jo 

Am  now  involved,  and  fetter'd  fail 

In  Links  that  will  for  ever  laft. 

ODE     XLV. 

By  another  Hand. 
€  U  P  1  D's     DARTS. 
A  S  the  God  of  manual  Arts 

Ferg'd  at  Lemnos  rniflile  Darts, 
Darts  of  Steel  for  CupitPs  B&w, 

Source  of  Joy,  and  Source  of  Woe; 

Venus* 
Ode  XLV. 

Monf.  he  Fevrt  was  fo  tranfported  with  this  Ode, 
that  he  could  not  forbear  crying  out, 

Felix y  ah  !  n'tm  umfdix,  cut '■carmine  tali 

Fluxit  ab  Aoniis  a  ena  beatajugis. 
Quid  melius  diclaret  amor,  rifujquejociquty 
Et  cumgermanis  gratia  juni'ta  fuis  ? 

Thrice  happy  he  !  to  whofe  enraptur'd  Souf 
Such  Numbers  from  th'  Aonian  Mountains  roll : 
More  nnilh'd  what  could  Love  or  Laughter  write,. 
Ox  what  the  Graces  di&ate  more  polite  ?. 

John  Addifon* 

Ver.  2.  Forg'dat  Lemnos.}    Lemnos  was  an  Iiland 

%l\b&jEgean  Sea  facred  to  Vulcan?,  who,  in  the  Firft 

Book 


ANACREON.      109 

Venus,  faft  as  Vulcan  wrought,  5 

Ting'd  them  in  a  honey'd  Draught : 

But  her  Son  in  bitter  Gall 

TingM  them,  doubly-ting'd  them  air. 

Here,  releas'd  from  War's  Alarms, 

Enters  the  fierce  God  of  Arms ;  10 

Whether  led  by  Will  or  Chance, 

Here  he  (hakes  his  weighty  Lance. 

Cupid's  Shafts  with  fcornful  Eyes 

Strait  he  views,  and  ftrait  decries  : 

M  Thia 

Book  of  the  Mat/,  gives  an  Account  of  Jupiter's 
throwing  him  down  from  Heaven,  and  his  Fall  upon 
that  Ifland : 

Once  in  your  Caufe  I  felt  his  matchlefs  Might, 

Hurl'd  headlong  downward  from  thr?ctherial  Height; 

Toft  all  the  Day  in  rapid  Circles  round  ; 

Nor,  till  the  Sun  defcended,  touch 'd  the  Ground  t 

Breathlefs  I  fell,  m  giddy  Motion  loft  ; 

The  Sintbians  rais'd  me  on  the  Lemnian  Coaft.  F«pt. 

Ver.  6.  TVwgV them  in  a  honey 'd  Draught. \  Horact 
•alk  it  the  Ne&ar  of  Venus  : 

—of oil  a  qua  Venus 
Qui* ta parte  fui  nefturis  imbuit. 

Lips,  which  Venus  bath'd  for  Joy 

ifi  her  celeftial  Dew.  7e.fr*y*' 

Via. 


no      ANACREON. 

*'  This  is  flight,  and  that  a  Toy  1 5 

"  Fit  for  Children  to  employ." 
«  Thefe  (faid  Cupid)  I  admit 
«  Toys  indeed,  for  Children  fit : 
'  But,  if  I  divine  aright, 

*  Take  it this  is  not  fo  flight/  20 

Mars  receives  it ;  Venus  fmiles 

At  her  Son's  well-feafon'd  Wiles. 

MarSy  with  fudden  Pain  porTeft, 

Sighs  from  out  his  inmoft  Breaft  : 

"  Cupid,  you  aright  divine,  25 

a  Not  fo  flight  this  Shaft  of  thine ; 

"  Small  of  Size  !  but  ftrong  of  Make  ! 

"  Take  it — I  have  try'd  it— take." 

•No, 

Ver.  23  &  24.  Mars,  <with  fudden  Pain  pofftjl. 

Sigh' d from  out  his  inmofl  Breaf}."] 

This  Sentiment  is  extremely  delicate,  intimating, 
that  one  cannot  even  touch  the  Darts  of  Cupid  with 
Safety.  Mofcbus  concludes  his  Firft  ldjllium  with  a 
fimilar  Thought : 

Perhaps  he'll  fay,  '  Alas !  no  Harm  I  know, 
'  Mere  take  my  Darts,  my  Arrows,  and  my  Bow.* 
Ah  !  touch  them  not,  fallacious  is  his  Aim, 
His  Darts,  his  Arrows  all  are  tipt  with  Flame. 


ANACREON.  m 

'  No,  reply'd  the  wanton  Boy, 

«  Keep  it,  Mars,  'tis  but  a  Toy.'  30 

Ode  XLVI. 
THE    POWER    OF    GOLD. 

T    Ove's  a  Pain  that  works  our  Woe  j 

"^-^  Not  to  love,  is  painful  too  : 

But,  alas  !  the  greateft  Pain 

Waits  the  Love  that  meets  Difdain. 

What  avails  ingenuous  Worth,  5 

Sprightly  Wit,  or  noble  Birth  ? 

All  thefe  Virtues  ufelefs  prove  ; 

Gold  alone  engages  Love. 

Wak'd 
Ode   XLVI. 

VeR.  6.  Sprightly  Wit>  or  noble  Birth] 

Nil  tibi  nobilitas  pott rit  conducere  amanti.     Propertiut. 

Your  noble  Birth  pleads  not  the  Caufe  of  Love. 

Ver.  8.  Gold  alone  engages  Love."]    Ovid  fays  the 
fame: 

jiurea  funt  were  nunc  fee  u  'a  :  plurimus  auro 

Venit  honos  :   auro  conciliatur  amor. 
This  is  the  golden  Age  ;  all  worihip  Gold  : 
Honours  are  purchas'd,  Love  and  Beauty  fold. 

Our  iron  Age  is  grown  an  Age  of  Gold, 
'Xis  who  bids  moil,  for  all  Men  would  be  fold. 

Dry  den. 
VtR. 


ii2      ANACREON. 

May  he  be  compleatly  curft, 
Who  the  fleeping  Mifchief  firft  I« 

Wak'd  to  Life,  and,  vile  before, 
Stamp'd  with  Worth  the  fordid  Ore. 
Gold  creates  in  Brethren  Strife  ; 
Gold  deftroys  the  Parent's  Life  j 
Gold  produces  civil  Jars,  15 

Murders,  Maflacres,  and  Wars  : 
But,  the  worft  EfTecl  of  Gold, 
Love,  alas  I  is  bought  and  fold. 

ODE 

V  E  k  .  T  3 .  Go: '//  creates  in  Brethren  Str/ff,  &c]  Pho- 
tylides,  in  his  Admonitory  Poegi,  Ver.  38,  iJc.  feems 
to  have  imitated  this  Paffage. 

*H  9iXo%§»if*oo-ym,  x.  t.  X. 

On  fordid  Avarice  various  Evils  wait, 
And  Gold,  falfe,  glittering,  is  the  tempting  Bait. 
O  curfed  Gold  !  in  whom  our  Woes  combine, 
Why  doft  thou  thus  with  pleafingRuin  mine  ? 
Caufe  of  the  Parent's  Curfe,  of  Brethrens  Strife, 
Wars,  Murders,  and  all  Miferies  of  Life. 

Odb 


I 


ANACREON.      113 

ODE      XLVII. 
r  O  U  N  G     OLD-AGE. 
"\/E  S,  yes,  I  own,  I  love  to  fee 

Old  Men  facetious,  blithe,  and  free  ; 
•I  love  the  Youth  that  light  can  bound, 
Or  graceful  fwim  th'  harmonious  Round  ; 
But  when  Old-age  jocofe,  though  grey,  5 

Can  dance  and  frolic  with  the  Gay  j 
'Tis  plain  to  all  the  jovial  Throng, 
Though  hoar  the  Head,  the  Heart  is  young. 

ODE 
Ode  XLVII. 

Ver.  8.  Though  boar  the  Head,  the  Heart  is  young."] 
l.cngtpierre  quotes  a  Paflage  from  Guanni,  where  the 
fime  Sentiment  is  exprefled,  though  in  a  different 
Manner  ;  and  which  is  tranfiated  by  John  Addijon. 

-     •    O  Cori/ca  mia  car  a, 
D'anima  Linco,  e  non  di  forze  fono  ; 
E'n  quejlo  'vecchio  trovco 
E  piu  chefoffe  mai  <verde  il  defi*. 

Yes,  my  Corifcay  Lincus  is  the  fame, 
Though  not  in  youthful  Force,  in  youthful  Hame  ; 
Though  Age  and  Wrinkles  oa  my  Front  appear, 
My  Heart  is  green,  and  Love  itill  bloiToms  there. 

Oj>e 


U4      A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N. 

ODE     XLVIII. 
By   Dr.   Broome. 
GAY      LIFE, 

f>i  IVE  me  Homer's  tuneful  Lyre, 

Let  the  Sound  my  Breaft  infpire  ! 

But  with  no  troublefome  Delight 

Of  Arms,  and  Heroes  (lain  in  Fight: 

Let  it  play  no  Conquefts  here,  5 

Or  Conquefts  only  o'er  the  Fair  ! 

Boy,  reach  that  Volume Book  divine  ! 

The  Statuses  of  the  God  of  Wine  ! 

He, 
Dei  XLVlJf. 

Ver.  8.  The  Statutes  ef  the  God  of  Wine  ]  It  was 
cuftomary  with  theAntients,  at  their  Entertainments, 
to  chufe  a  King  or  Matter  of  the  Revels,  who  both  re- 
gulated the  Size  of  the  Cups,  and  the  Quantity  each 
perfon  was  to  drink  :  He  was  generally  chofen  by  the 
Call  of  a  Die. 

Nee  regna  <vini  for ti ere  talis.  Hor. 

No  longer  by  the  Die's  fuccefsful  Caft 
■  Shalt  thou  controul  the  gay  Repafte.    Duncombe. 

—Quern  Venus  arbitrum 
Dicet  bibendi —  L.  2.  Ode  7. 

Who,  nam'd  by  Venus,  at  the  jovial  Board 

The  Laws  of  drinking  fliall  prefcribe?  Duncombe. 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.      115 

He,  Legiflator,  Statutes  draws, 

And  I,  his  Judge,  inforce  his  Laws ;  10 

And,  faithful  to  the  weighty  Trufr, 

Compell  his  Votaries  to  be  juft  : 

Thus,  round  the  Bowl  impartial  flies, 

Till  to  the  fprightly  Dance  we  rife ; 

We  frifk  it  with  a  lively  Bound.,  1 5 

Charm'd  with  the  Lyre's  harmonious  Sound  j 

Then  pour  forth,  with  an  Heat  divine, 

Rapturous  Songs  that  breathe  of  Wine. 

ODE      XLtX, 

Ey  anethef  Hand. 

7    0       4       P    A    l    N    7    £    R, 

"1  T  THile  you  my  Lyre's  foft  Numbers  hear, 

Ingenious  Painter,  lend  an  Ear, 
And,  while  it  charms  your  ravifh'd  Heart, 
Difplay  the  Wonders  of  your  Art. 

Firft, 


Ii6      AN  AC  RE  ON, 

Firft  draw  a  Nation  blithe  and  gay,  5 

Laughing  and  fporting  Life  away } 
Let  them  in  fprightly  Dances  bound, 
Whil   their  fhrill  Pipes  the  Baccha  found  j 
And,  if  you  can  Perfection  give, 
Bid  every  breathing  Figure  live :  10 

And  then,  left  Life  infipid  prove, 
To  make  them  happy,  bid  them  love. 

ODE 

Ode  XLIX: 

Ver.  5.  Draw  a  Nation  blithe  and gay. ,]  It  is  pro- 
bable, that  in  this  Ode  Anacnon  had  in  view  the 
Image  of  Peace,  which  Vulcan  reprefented  upon  the 
Shield  of  Achilles.  Iliad  18. 

Two  Cities  radiant  on  the  Shield  appear, 
The  Image  one  of  Peace,  and  one  of  War ; 
Here  facred  Pomp  and  genial  Feaft  delight, 
And  folemn  DanCe,  and  hymerueal  Rite  ; 
Along  the  Street  the  new-made  Brides  are  led, 
With  Torches  flaming,  to  the  nuptial  Bed  : 
The  youthful  Dancers  in  a  Circle  bound 
To  the  foft  Flute  and  Cittern's  filver  Sound  ; 
Through  the  fair  Streets  the  Matrons  in  a  Row 
Stand  in  the  Porches,  and  enjoy  the  Show.        Pope. 

Ode 


ANACREON.      nj 

O  D  E     L. 

By  Dr.   Broome. 

THE  HAPPT  EFFECTS    OF  JTINE. 

PEE!  fee  !  the  jolly  God  appears, 

^  His  Hand  a  mighty  Goblet  bears ; 

With  fparkling  Wine  full  charg'd  it  flows, 

The  fovereign  Cure  of  human  Woes. 

Wine 


Ode  L. 

Ver.  4.  The  fovtr,  ion  Cure  of  human  Woes  "\  Homer  ( 
introduces  Helen  mixing  fuch  a  Bowl.     Odsjfey,  B.  4. 

Mean-time  with  genial  Joy  to  warm  the  Soul, 
Bright  Helen  mix'd  a  mirth- in fpiring  Bowl ; 
Temper'd  with  Drugs  of  fovereign  Ufe,  t'aflwage 
The  boiling  Bofbm  of  tumultuous  Rage  ; 
To  clear  the  cloudy  Front  of  wrinkled  Care, 
And  dry  the  tearful  Sluices  of  Defpair. 
Charm'dwith  thatvirtuousDraught,  th'exaltedMind 
All  Senfe  of  Woe  delivers  to  the  Wind. 
Though  on  the  blazing  Pile  his  Parent  lay, 
Or  a  lov'd  Brother  groan'd  his  Life  away, 
Or  darling  Son,  opprefs'd  by  ruffian  Force, 
Fell  breathlefs  at  his  Feet,  a  mangled  Cotfe, 
From  Morn  to  Eve,  impaffive  and  ferene, 
The  Man entrancdrwould  view  the  deathful  Scsne. 

Ferton. 

Odi 


li8      ANACREON. 

Wine  gives  a  IcindReleafe  from  Care,  5 

And  Courage  to  fubdue  the  Fair  ; 
Inftrudts  the  chearful  to  advance 
Harmonious  in  the  fprightly  Dance. 
Hail,  Goblet,  rich  with  generous  Wines ! 
See  !  round  the  Verge  a  Vine-branch  twines.  10 
See  !  how  the  mimic  Clutters  roll, 
As  ready  to  refill  the  Bowl. 

Wine  keeps  its  happy  Patiente  free 
From  every  painful  Malady  ; 
Our  beft  Phyfician  all  the  Year  ;  15 

Thus  guarded,  no  Difeafe  we  fear, 
No  troublefome  Difeafe  of  Mind, 
Untill  another  Year  grows  kind, 
And  loads  again  the  fruitful  Vine, 
And  brings  again  our  Health — new  Wine.      2% 

ODE      LI. 

By  another  Hand. 

ON  A  DISK,  REPRESENTING  VENUS. 
"T}  ARE  Artift,  whofe  inventive  Skill 

■*^  Could  this  Orb  with  Wonders  fill  ! 

Where 


ANACREON.      119 

Where  the  mimic  Ocean  glides 

Soft  with  well-diflembled  Tides  ; 

The  Waves  feem  floating,  and  above  5 

Shines  the  beauteous  Queen  of  Love  : 

The  Workman's  Fancy  mounted  high, 

And  dole  th'Idea  from  the  Sky. 

Tranfporting  Sight !  —  the  Waves  conceal 

But  what  'twere  impious  to  reveal !  10 

She.  like  fome  Flower  all-bloflbm'd  gay, 

Shines  along  the  fmiling  Way. 

The  amorous  Waters,  as  ftie  fwims, 

Crowd  to  embrace  her  fnowy  Limbs  ; 

Then, 
Ode   LI. 

Ve  r  .  6.  Shines  the  beauteous  Queers  of  Love."]  There 
are  feveral  Epigrams  in  the  Fourth  Book  of  the  Antho- 
logia  on  Venus  rifing  from  the  Sea.  I  (hall  give  a 
Tranflation  of  one  of  them,  beginning, 

T«»  iK^vyaacti,  x.  r.  A. 

Apelles,  rapt  in  fweet  Surprize, 
Saw  Venus  from  the  Ocean  rife : 
What  Art  before  could  never  give, 
He  made  the  breathing  Pifture  live. 
Her  radiant  Locks  luxuriant  flow'd, 
Her  lovely  Eyes  ferenely  glow'd  ; 
Like  two  round  Apples  ripe,  her  Bread 
Rofe,  gently  fuing  to  be  prcit. 

Ver. 


120      ANACREON. 

Then,  proudly  fwelling  to  be  preft,  ir 

Beneath  her  fnowy  fragrant  Bread 

Ambitioufly  up-rife  on  high, 

And  lift  the  Goddefs  to  the  Sky  ; 

And,  while  her  lucid  Limbs  they  lave, 

She  brightens  the  tranfparent  Wave  :  29 

So  Violets  enlighten'd  glow, 

Surrounded  by  the  Lilly's  Snow. 

But  fee  !  a  lovely  fmiling  Train, 

Confpicuous  o'er  the  limpid  Main, 

The 

Ver.  23.  —a  Icveh  fm'l'mg  Tram,  &rc] 

So  when  bright  Venus  rifes  from  the  Flood, 
Around  in  Throngs  the  wondering  Nereids  crowd; 
The  Tritons  gaze,  and  tune  the  vocal  Shell, 
And  every  Grace  unfung  the  Waves  conceal. 

Garth's  Difp.   B.6. 

As  when  fweet  Venus,  fo  the  Fable  fings, 
Awak'd  by  Nereids,  from  the  Ocean  fprings  ; 
With  Smiles  (he  fees  the  threatening  Billows  rife, 
Spreads  fmooth  theSurge,and  clears  the  louringSkies; 
Light  o'er  the  Deep,  with  R\itter'mgCuj>ids  crown'd,") 
'1  he  pearly  *  Conch  and  filver  Turtles  bound  ;     ^ 
Her  irefies  fhed  ambrofial  Odours  round.  J 

Tickell  Prcfp.  0/ Peace. 

*  In  Dodjlefs  Mifccllames  !t  is  by  Miftake  printed,   the  pearly 
Couch.     Venus,  fpcaiting  of  a  beautiful  Woman,  fays, 

Htt c  &  ccerulcii  mccum  anfurgtre  digna 

Flttihbui\  &  itojira  potuit  confidere  ctssba,  Statius. 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.      121 

The  Queen  attends  !  in  Triumph  moves         25 

Gay  Cupid  with  his  laughing  Loves. 

On  Dolphins  borne,  in  State  they  ride, 

And  beautify  the  filver  Tide ; 

Dancing  around  in  Shoals  they  play, 

And  humble  Adoration  pay.  3& 

Rare  Art,  that  Life  to  Phantoms  give*  ! 
See !  fee  !  a  fecond  Venus  lives; 

ODE     LII. 
By  Dr.  Broome. 

GRAPES,    OR    THE   VINTAGE, 

TO!  the  Vintage  now  is  done  ! 
"■■  And  purpled  with  th'  autumnal  Sun  ;  1 
The  Grapes  gay  Youths  and  Virgins  bear, 
The  fweeteft  Produd  of  the  Year ! 

In 

Ode  LII. 

-    VER.3.  The  Grapes  gay  Youths  and  Virgins  bear.~\ 
Homer,  in  his  beautiful  Defcription  of  the  Vintage, 

G  Book 


122      ANACREON. 

In  Vats  the  heavenly  Load  they  lay,  5 

And  fwift  the  Damfels  trip  away  : 

The  Youths  alone  the  Wine-prefs  tread, 

For  Wine's  by  lkilful  Drunkards  made. 

Mean-time  the  mirthful  Song  they  raife, 

Io  !  Bacchus ,  to  thy  Praife  !  10 

And  viewing  the  bleft  Juice,  in  Thought 

Quaff  an  imaginary  Draught. 

Gaily  through  Wine  the  old  advance, 
And  doubly  tremble  in  the  Dance ; 
In  fancy'd  Youth  they  chant  and  play,  15 

Forgetful  that  their  Locks  are  grey. 

Through  Wine  the  Youth  compleats  his  Loves ; 

He  haunts  the  Silence  of  the  Groves : 

Where  ftretch'd  beneath  th'  embowering  Shade 

He  fees  fome  love-infpiring  Maid ;  20 

On 

Book  1 8,  introduces  young  Men  and  Maids  employ- 
ed in  the  fame  Office. 

To  this  one  Path-way  gently  winding  leads, 
Where  march  a  Train  with  Bafkets  on  their  Heads, 
(Fair  Maids  and  blooming  Youths)  that  fmiling  bear 
The  purple  Product  of  th' autumnal  Year. 

5  Pope. 

Ode 


A  N  AC  R  E  O  N.      123 

On  Beds  of  rofy  Sweets  fhe  lies, 
Inviting  Sleep  to  clofe  her  Eyes : 
Faft  by  her  Side  his  Limbs  he  throws, 
Her  Hand  he  prefles — breathes  his  Vow»  j 
And  cries,  "  My  Love,  my  Soul,  comply       25 
«  This  Inftant,  or,  alas !  I  die."  1 

In  vain  the  Youth  Perfuafion  tries  ! 
In  vain  ! — her  Tongue  at  leaft  denies : 
Then,  fcorning  Death  through  dull  Defpair, 
He  ftorms  th'  unwilling  willing  Fair ;  30 

Blefling  the  Grapes  that  could  difpenfe 
The  happy,  happy  Impudence. 

ODE     LIII. 
By  Dr.  Broome; 

THE       ROSE. 

/^lOME,  Lyrift:,  tune  thy  Harp,  and  play 

^""^  Refponfive  to  my  vocal  Lay  5 

Gently 

Ode  LIII. 

This  Ode  will  be  underftood  by  fuppofing  that 
Anacreon  celebrates  a  Rofe,  and  requefls  a  Lyrift  to 
play  to  his  Voice. 

G  i  VtR. 


124.      ANACREON. 

Gently  touch  it,  while  I  fing 

The  Rofe,  the  Glory  of  the  Spring. 

To  Heaven  the  Rofe  in  Fragrance  flies,         5 
The  fweeteft  Incenfe  of  the  Skies. 
Thee,  Joy  of  Earth,  when  vernal  Hours 
Pour  forth  a  blooming  Wafte  of  Flowers, 
The  gaily-fmiling  Graces  wear 
A  Trophy  in  their  flowing  Hair  :  i% 

Thee  Venus*,  Queen  of  Beauty,  loves, 
And,  crown'd  with  thee,  more  graceful  moves. 

In  fabled  Song,  and  tuneful  Lays, 
Their  favourite  Rofe  the  Mufes  praife : 
To  pluck  the  Rofe  the  Virgin -train  15 

With  Blood  their  pretty  Fingers  ftain  j 
Nor  dread  the  pointed  Terrors  round, 
That  threaten,  and  inflict  a  Wound  :  -•* 

See! 

Ver.  13  &  14.  In  fabled  Song,  and tuneful Lay r, 

Their  favourite  Rofe  the  Mufes  praife .] 

The  Rofe  was  confecrated  to  the  Mufes.    See  Sappho. 
For  thy  rude  Hand  ne'er  pluck'd  the  lovely  Rofe 
That  on  the  Mountain  of  Pieria  blows. 

Ve*. 


ANACREON.      125 

See  !  how  they  wave  the  charming  Toy, 

Now  kifs,  now  fnuff  the  fmgrant  Joy.  20 

The  Rofe  the  Poets  ftrive  to  praife, 
And  for  it  would  exchange  their  Bays  i 

O  !  ever  to  the  fprightly  Feaft 

Admitted,  welcome,  pleafing  Gueft ! 

But  chiefly  when  the  Goblet  flows,  25 

And  rofy  Wreaths  adorn  our  Brows  J 

Lovely,  fmiling  Rofe,  how  fweet 
AH  Objects  where  thy  Beauties  meet ! 

jluroray 

Ve  R .  *  I .  The  Roft  tht  Poets  Jirive  to  prat/e.]  The 
Rofe  is  celebrated  in  the  Fifth  Ode  of  Anacnon  ;  in  a 
Fragment  of  Sappho  ;  and  in  the  Fourteenth  Idylliu  11 
of  s/ui'entus,  in  which  are  the  following  beautiful 
Lines  : 

£>uam  longa  una  dies,  atas  tarn  longa  rofarum, 

Quas  pubejeentes  longa  fene&a  pi  emit  : 
£>uam  moda  nafcentem  rutilus  confpexit  Eoust 

Hanc  veniens  fero  vefpere  <vidit  anum. 

See  !  in  the  Morning  blooms  the  Rofe  ; 

But  (bon  her  tranfient  Glories-  clofe  : 

She  opens  with  the  rifing  Day, 

And  with  the  fetting  fades  away.  Buncombe*. 

G  3  VEa. 


126      ANACREON. 

Aurora^  with  a  blufhing  Ray, 

And  rofy  Fingers,  fpreads  the  Day  :  39 

The  Graces  more  enchanting  fhow, 

When  rofy  Blufhes  paint  their  Snow  j 

And  every  pleas'd  Beholder  feeks 

The  Rofe  in  Cytherea's  Checks. 

When  Pain  afflicls,  or  Sicknefs  grieves,        35 

Its  Juice  the  drooping  Heart  relieves  j 

And,  after  Death,  its  Odours  flied 

A  pleafing  Fragrance  o'er  the  dead  : 

And 

Ver.  ',0.  And  rofy  Fingers,  fpreads  the  Day.] 
'Pc^unrvM^  rofy  finger  d,  is  an  Epithet  frequently 
ufed  by  Homer,  and  applied  to  the  Morning.  Dryden 
alfo  uies  it : 

The  rofy-finger'd  Morn  appears, 

And  from  her  Mantle  (hakes  her  Tears. 

Milton's  Defcription  of  the  Morning  is  alfo  very 
beautiful : 

The  Morn, 

Wak'd  by  the  circling  Hours,  with  rofy  Hand 

Unbarr'd  the  Gates  of  Light B.  6.  V.  2. 

Ver.  35.  When  Fain  afflitts,  or  Sirknefs  grieves, .] 
It  is  well  known,  that  the  Rofe  is  ufed  as  an  Ingredient 
in  the  Comppfition  of  feveral  Medicines. 

Ver.  37.  And,  after  Death,  its  Odours  fhed 
A  f  leafing  Fragrance  o'er  the  dead.~\ 

The  Antients  ufed  Rofes  in  embalming  their  dead 

Venui 


ANAGREON.      127 

And  when  its  withering  Charms  decay, 

And  finking,  fading,  die  away,  40 

Triumphant  o'er  the  Rage  of  Time, 

It  keeps  the  Fragrance  of  its  Prime. 

Come,  Lyrift,  join  to  fing  the  Birth 
Of  this  fweet  Offspring  of  the  Earth  ! 

When  Venm  from  the  Ocean's  Bed  45 

Rais'd  o'er  the^Vaves  her  lovely  Head  ; 

When  war\\k%PaIlas  fpiung  from  Jove, 

Tremendous  to«the  Powers  above, 

To 

VY 

Venus  anoints  the  Body  of  HeElor  with  Unguent  of 
Rofes,  to  preferve  it  from  Corruption,  Iliad,  Book  23. 

Celeftial  Venus  hover'd  o'er  his  Head, 
And  rofeate  Unguents,  heavenly  Fragrance  !  ihed. 

Pope. 

They  alfo  crowned  the  Tombs  of  their  Friends  with 

Rofes  and  other  Flowers. 

Ver.  41.  Triumphant  o'er  the  Rage  of  Time,  &c] 
Nothing  prefcrves  its  Fragrance,  when  dried,  longer 
than  the  Rofc. 


■  '  ■  x.ca  a  goiiov  avw  oXejt«».      Theocr.  Id.  ZJ, 

Blown  Rofes  hold  their  Sweetnefs  to  the  laft.  Dryden. 
G  4  Ver. 


128      ANACREON. 

To  grace  the  World  the  teeming  Earth 
Gave  the  fragrant  Infant  Birth  j  5© 

And,  "  This,  fhe  cry'd,  I  this  ordain 
*  My  Favourite,  Queen  of  Flowers  to  reign." 

But,  firfr,  th'  aflembled  Gods  debate 
The  future  Wonder  to  create  : 
Agreed  at  length,  from  Heaven  they  threw       55 
A  Drop  of  rich  ne&areous  Dew  } 
A  Bramble-flem  the  Drop  receives, 
And  ftrait  the  Rofe  adorns  the  Leaves. 

The  Gods  to  Bacchus  gave  the  Flower, 
To  grace  him  in  the  genial  Hour.  <5o 

ODE 


VER.56.  A  Drop  of  rich  tiefiareous  Deiv,  &c] 
Bion  tells  us,  that  the  Blood  of  Adonis  gave  Birth  to 
the  Rofe.    Aipx  ^ov  twt». 

Both  Tears  and  Drops  of  Blood  were  turn'd  to  Flowers ; 
From  thefe  in  Crimfbn  Beauty  fprung  the  Rofe, 
Csrulean-bright  Anemonies  from  thofe. 

Ode 


ANACREON.      129 
ODE    LIV. 
By  Dr.  Broome. 
GROWN       T   O    U    N    G. 

TT7HEN  fprightly  Youths  my  Eyes  furvey, 

I  too  am  young,  and  I  am  gay  ; 
In  Dance  my  active  Body  fwims, 
And  fudden  Pinions  lift  my  Limbs. 

Hafte,  crown,  Cybeba,  crown  my  Brows       5 
With  Garlands  of  the  fragrant  Rofe  f 
Hence,  hoary  Age  ! — I  now  am  young, 
And  dance  the  mirthful  Youths  among. 

Come  then,  my  Friends,  the  Goblet  drain  f 
Bleft  Juice  ! — I  feel  thee  in  each  Vein  !  jo 

See  !  how  with  aclive  Bounds  I  fpring  ! 
How  ftrong,  and  yet  how  fweet  I  fing  ! 

How  bleft  am  1\  who  thus  excell 

In  pleafing  Arts  of  trifling  well ! 

ODE 
Ode  LIV. 

Ver.  5.  Cybeba.]  Cyheha,  or  Cyhele,  feems  to  be 
the  Name  of  a  female  Attendant,  taken  from  Cybele 
the  Mother  of  the  Gods. 

G  5  Ods 


130     ANACREON. 

ODE    LV. 

By  Dr.  Broome. 
THE        MARK. 
rj^H  E  ftately  Steed  exprefiive  bears 

A  Mark  imprinted  on  his  Hairs  : 
The  Turban,  that  adorns  the  Brows 
Of  A/id's  Sons,  the  Parthian  fliows  : 
And  Marks  betray  the  Lover's  Heart,  $ 

Deeply  engrav'd  by  Cupid's  Dart : 
I  plainly  read  them  in  his  Eyes, 

That  look  too  foolifli,  or  too  wife. 

ODE 

Ode   LV. 

Ver.  3  &  4.  The  Turban  that  adorns  the  Brows 
O/'Afia'j  Sons,  the  Parthian  /bows."} 
The  Greek  is  n^a,  tiara,  an  Ornament  for  the  Head 
like  the  modern  Turban.  Addifon  quotes  a  PaiT^ge 
from  Dionyjius,  containing  a  Defcription  of  the  Situ- 
ation and  Manners  of  the  Partbians;  which  he  has 
thus  translated  : 

Eeyond  the  Cafpian  S freights  thofe  Realms  extend, 
Where  circling  Bows  the  martial  Parthians  bend. 
Vcrs'd  only  in  the  rougher  Arts  of  War, 
No  Fields  they  wound,  nor  orge  the  ihining  Share. 

N» 


A 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.     131 

ODE    LVI. 
By  Dr.  Broome. 
O    L    D    -    A    G    E. 
LAS!  the  Powers  of  Life  decay  ! 

My  Hairs  are  fall'u,  or  turn'd  to  grey ; 

The 

No  Ships  they  boaft  to  ftem  the  rolling  Tide, 
Nor  lowing  Herds  o'er  flowery  Meadows  guide  : 
But  Infants  wing  the  feather'd  Shaft  for  Flight, 
And  rein  the  fiery  Steed  with  fond  Delight. 
On  every  Plain  the  whittling  Spear  alarms, 
The  neighing  Courfer,  and  the  Clang  of  Arms ; 
For  there  no  Food  the  little  Heroes  tafte, 
Till  warlike  Sweat  has  earn'd  the  Ihort  Repa^le. 

Ode  LVI. 

We  are  indebtd  for  this  Ode  to  Henry  Stephens.  It  is 
alfo  extant  in  Stobaus,  who  acknowledges  it  to  be 
Anacreon's. 

VeR.  I  &  2.   Alas  !  the  Powers  of  Life  decay  ! 

My  Hairs  are  fall  ff,  or  turned  to  grey >."] 
Theocritus  finely  touches  upon  the  Progrefs  which 
Old-age  makes  on  the  human  Eody. 

Avjx.omwj  0  %^>o;.  Jay II.  1 4. 

Firft  from  our  Temples  Age  begins  her  Race, 
Thence  whitening  Time  creeps  foftly  o'er  the  Face. 

Creech. 

G  6  VERr 


.132      ANACREON. 

The  fmiling  Bloom,  and  youthful  Grace, 
Is  banifh'd  from  my  faded  Face  : 
Thus  Man  beholds,  with  weeping  Eyes, 
Himfelf  half-dead  before  he  dies. 

For  this,  and  for  the  Grave,  I  fear, 
And  pour  the  never »ceafing  Tear  : 
A  dreadful  Profpeft  ftrikes  my  Ey«, 
I  foon  muft  ficken,  foon  muft  die. 

For  this,  the  mournful  Groan  I  fhed, 
I  dread — alas  !  the  Hour  I  dread  ! 


!• 


What 


Ve  R .  3.  The  fmiling  Bloom  and  youthful  Gr  ace. \ 

————fugit  retro 
Levis  juventas,  &  decor,  arid  a 
Pellente  lafcinjos  amores 
Canitie,  facilemquefcmnum.  Her.  B.  2.  Od.  1 4. 

Behold  our  Years  f  how  faft  they  fly  ; 

Youth  vanifhes,  and  Beauty  fades ; 

Age  drops  her  Snow  upon  our  Heads, 
And  drives  fweet  Slumbers  from  our  Eye ! 

Duncemle. 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.      133 

What  Eye  can  ftedfaftly  furvey 

Death,  and  its  dark  tremendous  Way  ? 

For  foon  as  Fate  has  clos'd  our  Eyes,  15 

Man  dies— for  ever,  ever  dies ! 

All  pale,  oil  fenfelcfs  in  the  Urn ! 

Never,  ah  !  never  to  return. 

ODE    LVII. 

THAT   WE    SHOULD    DRINK    WITH 
MODE  RAT  10  N. 


B 


Ring  hither,  Boy,  a  mighty  Bowl, 
And  let  me  quench  my  thirfty  Soul ; 


Fill 


VeR.  14.    Death,  and  its    dark    tremendous    Wa;.\ 
Qatulius,  fpeaking  of  Lejbia's  Sparrow,  fays, 

Qui  nunc  it  per  iter  teneBricofum, 
llluc  unde  negant  redire  quenquam. 

Death  has  fummon'd  it  to  go, 
Penfive,  to  the  Shades  below  ; 
Difmal  Regions!   from  whofe  Bourne, 
Alas !  no  Travellers  return. 

See  alfo  Mr/.bus  on  the  Death  of  Bion ; 

But  we,  the  Great,  the  Brave,  the  Learn'd,  the  Wife, 
Soon  as  the  Hand  of  Death  has  clos'd  our  Eyes, 
In  Tombs  forgotten  He,  no  Suns  reflore, 
We  fleep,  for  ever  fleep,  to  wake  no  more. 

Ode 


i34      ANACREON. 

Fill  two  Parts  Water,  fill  it  high, 

Add  one  of  Wine,  for  I  am  dry  : 

Thus  let  the  limpid  Stream  allay  5 

The  jolly  God's  too  potent  Sway. 

Quick,  Boy,  difpatch — My  Friends,  no  more, 
Thus  let  us  drinking  rant  and  roarj 
Such  clamorous  Riot  better  fuits 
Unpolifh'd  Scythians  barbarous  Brutes :  10 

Let  us,  while  Mufic  tunes  the  Soul, 
Mix  Temperance  in  the  friendly  Bowl. 

ODE 
ODE     LVII. 

Ver.  3:  Fill  two  Parts  Water.]  The  Antients 
ufually  drank  their  Wine  mixed  with  Water.  Madam 
Dacier  obferves,  that  liejiod  prefcribes  three  Meafure* 
of  Water  to  one  of  Wine  in  Summer. 

Ver,  10.  Unpo'ijtfd  Scythia'j  barbarous  Brutes.] 
The  Scythians  were  remarkable  for  their  Intemperance 
in  drinking,  and  quarrelling  over  their  Cups. 

Ode 


A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.      135 

ODE     LVIII. 

THE     LOVE-DRAUGHT. 

A   S  late  of  Flow'rets  frefh  and  fair 
"*-  *■  I  wove  a  Chaplet  for  my  Hair, 
Beneath  a  Rofe,  gay  Summer's  Pride, 
The  wanton  God  of  Love  I  fpy'd, 
I  feiz'd  him,  refolute  of  Soul,  5 

And  plung'd  him  in  my  flowing  Bowl, 
Refolv'd  to  have  a  Draught  divine, 
And  fairly  fwallow'd  him  in  Wine  : 
E'er  fince  his  fluttering  Wings  impart 
Strange  Titillations  to  my  Heart.  10 

ODE 


Ode  LVIII. 

This  little  Ode  is  extant  in  the  Seventh  Book  of 
the  Anthologia,  and  afcribed  to  "Julian,  u-vo  Ti>  i-u~- 
%uv  Aiywrrrs,  a  King  of  Egypt,  who  wrote  feveral 
other  Things  with  Elegance.  As  its  Beauty  has 
hitherto  procured  it  a  Place  in  moftofthe  Editions  of 
Anacreon,  it  was  thought  wo;  thy  to  be  retained  in 
this  Tranflation. 

Ode 


136     ANACREON. 
ODE     LIX. 

70    A   SCORNFUL    BEAVTT. 
1T7HY  thus  with  fcornful  Look  you  fly, 

*  *      Wild  Tbradan  Filly,  tell  me  why  ? 
Think'ft  thou  that  I  no  Skill  pofTefs, 
And  want  both  Courage  and  Addrefs  ? 
Know,  that  whenever  I  think  fit  5 

To  tame  thee  with  the  galling  Bit, 
Juft  where  I  pleafe,  with  tighten'd  Rein, 
I'll  urge  thee  round  the  dufty  Plain. 
Now  on  the  flowery  Turf  you  feed, 
Or  lightly  bound  along  the  Mead,  10 

So 

Ode    LIX. 

Ver.  9  &  X-O.  Now  on  the  flowery  7 urf you  feed, 
Or  lightly  bound  along  the  Mead '.J 

Horae  has  imitated  this  Ode  at  the  Beginning  of 
the  23d  Ode  of  the  Firft  Book,  the  ^th  of  the  Second; 
but  particularly  in  the  1  ith  of  the  Third. 

Qu/Vt  velut  lat'n  equa  t>ima  campis, 
Ludit  exuitim,  metuitque  tangi, 
Nupiarum  exfers,  &  adhuc  protcrro 
Qruda  mart  to. 

She 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.      137 

So  wild,  fo  wanton,  and  untry'd, 

You  want  fome  Youth  to  mount  and  ride.  - 

ODE    LX. 

EPITHAlAMlVM  ON  THE  MARRIAGE  OF 
STRATOCLES  JND  MYRILLA* 

T/'Enus^  fair  Queen  of  Gods  above, 

Cupids  thou  mighty  Power  of  Lovei 
And  Hymm  bland,  by  Heavtn  diflgn'd 

The  fruitful  Source  of  Human-kind  : 

T« 

She  fports  along  the  verdant  Plain, 
Like  a  fleet  Filly,  (hum  the  Rein, 
Fears  to  be  touch'd  ;  nor  yet  will  prove, 
Wild  and  untry'd,  the  pleafing  Pains  of  Love, 

Duncombe, 

Ode  LX. 

Theodonts  Prodrcmus,  who  wrote  the  Amours  of 
Doficles  and  Rhodanthe,  has  preferved  this  Epitha- 
lamium  ;  which,  as  Madam  Dacier  obferves,  is  a 
Sort  of  Poem  that  ufed  to  be  fung  to  a  new-married 
Couple  op  the  Morning  after  the  Ceremony. 

Ver.  4.  The  fruitful  Source  of  Human-kind.]  Dio- 
nyjius  of  Halicarnajfus  calls  Marriage,  'Zwryq.oi  rn 
yuvi,  The  Preferver  of  Mankind* 

Vb*. 


138      A  N  A  C  R  BO  N. 

To  you,  as  to  the  Lyre  I  fing,  5 

Flows  Honour  from  the  founding  String  ; 

Propitious  to  the  Numbers  prove, 

O  Fenus,  Hymen,  God  of  Love. 

View,  gentle  Youth,  with  Rapture  view 

This  blooming  Bride,  ordain'd  for  you;  10 

Rife  quick,  and  feaft  on  all  her  Charms, 

Left,  like  a  Bird,  {he  fly  your  Arms. 

O  happy  Youth  !  by  Venus  bled, 

But  happier  on  Myt  ilia s  Breafi: 

4  See  how  the  Fair-one,  fweetly  coy,  15 

*  All  foft  Confufion,  meets  the  Joy, 

«  Blooming  as  Health,  frefh  as  Mary-flowers, 

4  And  bright  as  radiant  Noon-tide  Hours.' 

Of  all  the  Flowers  upon  the  Plains, 

*    The  Rofe  unmatch'd  in  Beauty  reigns ;  20 

Myrilla 

Ver.  \z.  Left,  'like  a  Bird,  &c]  The  Greek  is, 
Mn  ere  Qvyri  >w^hx.o^  w/^ct,  Left  the  Partridge  Jhould 
e/cape  you  ;  alluding  to  the  Coynefs  of  a  young  Bride. 
Ver.  15.  See  bvw,  &c]  '1  hefe  four  Lines  are  ta- 
ken from  a  Translation  of  this  Poem,  which  appear- 
ed in  The  Student. 

Yer. 


ANACREON.      139 

Myrilla  thus  in  Charms  excells, 

She  mines  the  Rofe  among  the  Belles. 

O  may,  bleft  Youth,  the  God  of  Day 

The  pleafing  Toils  of  Love  furvey  ; 

And  may  a  beauteous  blooming  Boy  25 

Crown  your  foft  Vows  with  lafting  Joy  ! 

ODE    LXf. 
ON        GOLD. 

•X  T  THEN  GoIJ,  that  Fugitive  unkind, 

*  *      With  Pinions  fwifter  than  the  Wind, 

Flies  from  my  willing  Arms  away, 

(For  Gold  with  me  will  never  flay) 

With  carelefs  Eyes  his  Flight  I  view,  5 

Who  would  perfidious  Foes  purfue  ? 

When 

Ver.  2-.  May  a  beauteous  blooming  Boy,  &c]  The 
Greek  is,  Kv7r«£iTToj  vieipvxa  a-tv  m  xw*',  May  a  Cyfre/i 
grow  in  your  Garden  !  that  is,  '  May  a  Child,*  as 
'  beautiful  and  as  long  lived  as  a  Cyprcfs,  crown 
'  your  HappineA  !'  Madam  Daciir  obfeivcs,  this 
was  a  proverbial  Way  of  fpealung. 

Ode   LXI. 

The  Vatican  Manufcript  acknowledges  this  Ode 
to  be  Anacreons.. 

Vkr. 


140     ANACREON. 

When  from  the  glittering  Mifchief  free, 
What  Mortal  can  compare  with  me  ? 
All  my  Inquietudes  of  Mind 
I  give  to  murmur  with  the  Wind  :  10 

Love  fweetly  tunes  my  melting  Lyre 
To  tender  Notes  of  foft  Defire. 

But  when  the  Vagrant  finds  I  burn 
With  Rage,  and  (light  him  In  hiiTurn,  J 
He  comes,  my  Quiet  to  deftroy,  i$ 

With  the  mad  Family  of  Joy  t 
Adieu  to  Love,  and  foft  Defire  F 
He  fteals.  me  from  my  foothing  Lyre. 

O  faithlefs  Gold  !  Thou  dear  Deceit  ! 
Say,  wilt  thou  (till  ray  Fancy  cheat  ?  26 

This 

Ve  R .  9  &  10.   /f/I  my  Inquietudes  of  Mind 

1  give  to  murmur  with  the  Wind.} 

Horace  has  imitated  this  Paflage,  Book  1.  Ode  26. 
which  is  an  Argument  for  the  Authenticity  of  this 
Ode.-   See  Ode  39th  : 

Let  the  Winds  that  murmur,  fweep 
All  my  Sorrows  to  the  Deep. 

Vbr. 


ANACREON.      141 

This  Lute  far  fweeter  Tranfport  brings, 

More  pleafing  thefe  love-warbled  Strings : 

For  thou  with  Envy  and  with  Wiles 

Me  of  my  deareft  Love  beguiles, 

Darning  the  Cup  of  fweet  Defire,  25 

And  robb'ft  me  of  my  golden  Lyre. 

Then,  for  with  me  thou  wilt  not  ftay, 

To  faithlefs  Phrygians  fpeed'ft  away, 

Proud  and  affiduous  to  pleafe 

Thofe  Son3  of  Perfidy  and  Eafe.  30 

Me  from  the  Mufe  thou  would'ft  detain, 

But  all  thy  tempting  Arts  are  vain ; 

Ne'er  (hall  my  Voice  forget  to  fing, 

Nor  this  right  Hand  to  touch  the  String  : 

Away  to  other  Climes  !  Farewell! —  35 

Leave  me  to  tune  the  vocal  Shell. 

ODE 

Ve  r  .  z8.  To  faithlefs  Phrygians,  Off.]  The  Poet 
calls  the  Phygtans,  faithlefc,  from  their  King  Laome- 
dotts  deceiving  Apollo  and  Neptune  of  the  Reward  he 
had  promifed  them  for  buiMing  the  Walls  of  Troy ; 
and  from  his  defrauding  Hercules  of  his  Recompence, 
who  had  delivered  his  Daughter  Hefione  from  being 
.devoured  by  a  Sea-monfter.  Madam  Dac'ter. 

Odu 


142      A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 
ODE    LXII. 

ON   THE    SPRING. 

TT7HAJ  bright  Joy  can  this  exceed, 

*  *      This  of  roving  o'er  the  Mead  ? 

Where  the  Hand  of  Flora  pours, 

Sweeteft,  voluntary  Flowers : 

Where  the  Zephyr's  balmy  Gale  5 

Wantons  in  the  lovely  Vale. 

O  !  how  pleafing  to  recline 

Underneath  the  fpreading  Vine, 

In  the  clofe  Concealment  laid 

With  a  love-infpiring  Maid  !  10 

Fair,  and  fweet,  and  young,  and  gay, 

Chatting  all  the  live-long  Day. 

ODE 

Ode  LXII. 

This  Ode  has  alfo  the  Authority  of  the  Vatican 
Manufcript  to  claim  Anacrcon  for  its  Author. 
Ve r .  7  &  8.   Of  bonv  pleafng  to  recline 

Underneath  the  fpreading  Vine.~\ 

Madam  Daa'er  remarks,   that   the  Vines  in   Greece 
were  fo  high  as  to  form  a  commodious  Shade. 

Ode 


ANACREON.       143 

ODE     LXIIL 
TO        CUPID. 

TV  yTIghty  God  of  Flames  and  Darts, 
Great  Controuler  of  all  Hearts  j 
With  thee  Venus,  lovely  Fair, 
Venus  with  the  golden  Hair, 
And  the  bright-ey'd  Dryads  play,  $ 

Nymphs  that  on  the  Mountains  ftray  : 
Come,  propitious  to  my  Vow, 
Leave  the  Mountain's  rugged  Brow  ; 
Quick  defcend  into  the  Plain, 
Where  the  Object  of  my  Pain,  10 

Sweet  Eurypyle  imparts 
Anxious  Hopes  to  youthful  Hearts ; 
Melt  to  Love  the  yielding  Fair, 
Teach  her  not  to  give  Defpair ; 

Thot 

Ode  LXIII. 

We  owe  the  Prefervation  of  this  Fragment  to  Dion 
Chryfojiom. 

Ode 


i44       ANACREON. 

THou  my  Paflion  muft  approve,  15 

Melt  the  yielding  Fair  to  Love. 

ODE      LXIV. 
TO        CUPID. 

] Dalian  God,  with  golden  Hair, 

O  Cupid,  ever  young  and  fair, 

Fly  to  my  Aid,  and  fafely  fhroud 

Me  in  a  purple-beaming  Cloud, 

And  on  thy  painted  Wings  convey  5 

A  faithful  Lover  on  his  Way. 

Thy  Blandifhments  difturb  my  Reff, 

And  kindle  Tumults  in  my  Breafti 

The 
Ode   LXIV. 

This  Fragment  is  cited  by  Athenaus.  Barnes  fup- 
pofesit  to  have  been  written  on  the  Poetefs  §appbo\ 
and,  to  confirm  his  Opinion,  produces  the  Teitimo- 
nies  of  CbamaUon  and  Hermefianax  the  Colopbonian ; 
the  lait  of  which  in  his  Third  Elegy  fays, 

K«t  y*g  to*  0  i^(7^x?0l>f  *■•  r'  *" 

For  fvveet  Anacrson  lov'd  the  Lejbum  Dame  ; 

The  Mufe-rapt  Maid  infpir'd  the  brighter!:  Flame  : 

And  oft  his  native  Ifle  he  would  refign 

For  Wit  more  brilliant,  and  for  better  Wins. 

Vek. 


ANACREON.      145 

The  pleating  Poifon  was  convey'd 

Late  from  the  lovely  Lrjbian  Maid  ;  i» 

Her  fun- bright  Eye  difcharg'd  a  Dart, 

That  rankling  preys  upon  my  Heart : 

In  fparkling  Wit  beyond  Compare, 

She  flights,  alas !  my  filver  Hair, 

Regardlefs  of  my  heart-felt  Pain,  15 

.And  fondly  loves  fome  happier  Swain. 

ODE 

Yer.  10.  The  litly  Lefbian  Maid.]     The  follow- 
ing lines  are  fuppofed  to   be  Part  of  the  Anfwer 

.  Sappho  returned  to  Ar.acreon: 

KiiiW,  V  JggVffOWOH  Mw,   J>fCT7T£J 

T«Mf  ;<>$*;  i»  siuoi  Tt£7rvus 

Ye  Mufes,  ever  fair  and  young, 

High-ieated  on  the  golden  Throne, 
Auacreon  fent  to  me  a  Song 

Jn  fweeteft  Numbers,  not  his  own ; 
For,  by  your  facred  Raptures  fir'd, 
The  Poet  warbled  what  the  Mufe  infpir'd. 

H  Ob< 


146      ANACREON. 
ODE      LX\r. 

ON     HIMSELF. 

X  Lately  thought,  delightful  Theme  ! 
Anacreon  faw  me  in  a  Dream, 
The  Tel  an  Sage,  the  honey 'd  Bard, 
Who  call'd  me  with  a  fweet  Regard  ; 
I,  pleas'd  to  meet  him,  ran  in  Hafte,  5 

And  with  a  friendly  Kifs  embrac'd. 

'Tis  true,  he  feem'd  a  little  old, 
But  gay  and  comely  tobehold  ; 
Still  bow'd  to  Cythereu's  Shrine. 
His  Lip  was  redolent  of  Wine  :  1  o 


Ode   LXV. 


He 


This  and  the  five  following  Odes  are  not  tranllated 
by  Addi/on. 

Some  have  imagined  that  this  Ode  was  not  written 
by  Anacreon,  becaufe  he  himfelf  is  the  Subjedt  of  it : 
But  Barnes  endeavours  to  prove  it  genuine  from  the 
Ninth  Ode  and  the  Sixty-fixth,  in  both  which  Ana- 
crecn  makes  mention  of  himfelf;  and  from  the  fre- 
quent Liberties  which  the  beft  Poets  have  taken  of 
mentioning  themfelves  in  their  own  Coropofitions. 

Ode 


ANACREON.      147 

He  reel'd  as  if  he  fcarce  could  ftancf, 
But  Cupid  led  him  by  the  Hand. 

The  Poet,  with  a  gentle  Look, 
A  Chaplet  from  his  Temples  took, 
That  did  of  fweet  Anaereon  breathe,  i  c 

And  fmiling  gave  to  me  the  Wreath*. 
I  from  his  Brow  the  flowery  Crown 
Receiv'd,  and  plac'd  it  on  my  own  : 
Thence  all  my  Woes  unnumber'd  flow, 
E'er  fince  with  raging  Love  I  glow. 

ODE     LXVI. 

By   Dr.   Broom  r. 

ON       APOLLO. 

A\NCE  more,  not  uninfpir'd,  the  String 
^~^    I  waken,  and  fpontaneous  fing  : 
No  Pytbic  Laurel-wreath  I  claim, 
That  lifts  Ambition  into  Fame  : 
Ode   LXVI. 

It  is  certain,  that  Jwrecn  wrote  Hymns  in  Honour 
of  the  Gods  :    1  his  is  undoubtedly  one  of  them,  and 
perhaps  the  moil  entiie  of  any  that  remain.     See  the 
te  on  the  16th  Verfe  of  the  Ninth  Ode. 

H  z  My 


i48      ANACREON. 

My  Voice  unbidden  tunes  the  Lay  ;  5 

Some  God  impells,  and  I  obey. 

Attend,  ye  Groves  !  the  Mufe  prepares 

A  facred  Song  in  Phrygian  Airs ; 

Such  as  the  Swan  expiring  fings, 

Melodious,  by  Cayfier's  Springs,  10 

Where  liftening  Winds  in  Silence  hear, 

And  to  the  Gods  the  Mufic  bear. 
Celeftial  Mufe  !  attend  and  bring 

Thy  Aid,  while  I  thy  Pbaeltts  fing; 

To  Phoebu\  and  the  Mufe  belong  15 

The  Laurel,  Lyre,  and  Delphi:  Song. 

Begin,  begin  the  lofty  Strain  ! 
How  Phoebus  lov'd,  but  lov'd  in  vain  ! 
How  Daphne  fled  his  guilty  Flame, 
And  fcorn'd  a  God  that  offer'd  Shame.  2© 

With  glorious  Pride  his  Vows  fhe  hears, 
And  Heaven,  indulgent  to  her  Prayers, 
To  Laurel  chang'd  the  Nymph,  and  gave 

Her  Foliage  to  reward  the  Brave. 

Ah? 


A  NA  OR  B  O  X.      149 

Ah!  how,  on  Wings  of  Love  convey 'J,      25 
He  flew  toclafp  the  panting  Maid  ! 
No w,  now  o'ertak°s  !— but  Heaven  deceives 
His  Hope — he  feizes  only  Leave?. 

Why  burns  my  raptur'ci  Bread  :   ah  !   why  ? 
Ah  !  whither  drives  my  Soul  to  fly  ?  30 

I  feel  the  pleafing  Frenzy  ftrong, 
Impulfive  to  fomc  nobler  Song  : 
•  je  wanton  Fancy  play, 
But  guide  it,  led  it  devious  ft  ray. 

But  O  !  in  vain — my  Mufo  denies  35 

Her  Aid,  a  Slave  to  lovely  Eyes  j 
Suffice  it  to  rehearfe  the  Fains 
Of  bleeding  Nymphs  and  dying  Swains ; 
Nor  dare  to  wield  the  Shafts  of  Love 
That  wound  the  Gods,  and  conquer  Jove.       40 

J  yield  !  Adieu  the  lofty  Strain  ! 
Anacrc:n  is  himfelf  again  : 

H  3  Again 


150      ANACREON. 

Again  the  melting  Song  I  play, 
Attemper'd  to  the  vocal  Lay. 
See  !  fee  !  how,  with  attentive  Ears, 
The  Youths  imbibe  the  neclar'd  Airs ! 
And  quaft",  in  bowery  Shades  reclin'd, 
My  Precepts,  to  regale  the  Mind, 

ODE     LXVil. 
ON       LOVE, 

rT^O  Love  I  wake  the  filver  String, 
And  of  his  foft  Dominion  fing  : 
A  Wreath  of  Flowers  adorns  his  Brow, 
The  fwCeteft,  faireft  Flowers  that  blow 
All  Mortals  own  his  mighty  Sway, 
And  him  the  Gods  above  obey. 


O  DE 


1  N  A  C  R  E  0  N.  151 

ODE      LXVIII. 

r  H  E      SUPPLICATION. 

QUeen  of  the  woodland  Chace,  whofe  Darts 
Unerring  pierce  the  Mountain-harts, 
Diana  chafte,  Jov/s  Daughter  fair, 
Suppliant  to  thee  I  breathe  my  Prayer. 
Defcend,  propitious  to  my  Vow,  5 

To  where  the  Streams  of  Lethe  flow  : 
In  Pity  aid  a  haplefs  Race, 
Bright  Goddefs  of  the  woodland  Chace  ; 
With  holy  Awe  they  own  thy  Sway, 

And  meek  in  Reverence  obey.  10 

ODE 

O  d  e   LXVIII. 

This  is,  as  Madam  Dacier  remarks,-  an  entire 
Hymn,  or  Part  of  one,  compofed  in  Honour  of  Diana, 
in  Favour  of  fome  Tl  own  fituatcd  on  the  River  Lethe, 
which  fhe  fuppofes  to  be  Magnefia,  neur  Et /.-ejus. 

It  was  probably  made  on  Occafion  of  fome  Battle 
in  which  the  Magr.rfiam  had  been  defeated.  The 
Poet  in  treats  Diana  to  aflift  a  People  in  Diitrefs,  who 
depended  only  upon  her  Protection. 

H  4  Odi 


N 


152      ANACREON. 
ODE     LXIX. 

A    R     <T    E     M     0     19. 

A   Fragment. 

O  W  Artcmon^  a  favourite  Name, 
Infpires  Eurypyle  with  Flame  : 
An  Upftart  of  ignoble  Blood, 
Who  ploddtd  late  in  Shoes  of  Wood  $ 
And  round  his  Waift,  inftead  of  Veft,  5 

Wore  a  Cow's  {linking  Hide  undrefr, 
Which  might,  on  fit  Occafion,  yield 
Rank  Covering  for  a  rotten  Shield. 

Ode   LXIX. 

The  Fourth  Epode  of  Horace  has  a  great  Similitude 
to  this  Ode  : 

Licet fu^crbus  o.mbules  pecunia,  CfV. 
Though  Store  of  Wealth  you  now  pofTefs, 
Condition  changes  not  with  Drefs. 
"  Shall  he  who  tir'd  the  Lienor's  Hand, 
"  Scourg'd  by  the  Magiitrate's  Command, 
"  With  Corn  a  thoufand  Acres  load, 
"  With  Chariots  wear  the  Jppian  Road, 
'*  And,  in  Contempt  ofCth,  fit 
**  With  the  Knights'  Order  in  the  Pit  ? " 

Duvambe, 

This 


ANACREON.      153 

This  Wretch,  with  other  Wretches  vile, 

Liv'd  hard  by  Drudgery  and  Toil ;  10 

Oft  fentenc'd  cruel  Pains  to  feel 

At  Whipping-poft,  or  Racking-wheel : 

But  now,  confpicuous  from  afar, 

He  rides  triumphant  in  his  Car ; 

With  golden  Pendants  in  his  Ears,  1 5 

Aloft  the  filken  Reins  he  bears, 

Proud,  and  effeminately  gay  : 

His  Slaves  an  ivory  Skreen  difplay, 

To  guard  him  from  the  folar  Ray. 

ODE      LXX. 
TO       HIS       B    o    r. 

T^O  Y,  while  here  I  fit  fupine. 

Bring  me  Water,  bring  me  Wine ; 
Bring  me,  to  adorn  my  Brow, 
Wreaths  of  Flowers  that  fweetly  blow  : 

Love  invites O  !  let  me  prove 

The  Joys  of  Wine,  the  Sweets  of  Love. 

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EPIGRAM    I. 
ON     TIMOCRITUS. 

TH  E  Tomb  of  great  Timocritus  behold  ! 
Mars  fpares  the  bafe,  but  flays  the  brave 
and  bold. 

E  P  I- 

Epigram  I, 

VER.  2.  Mars  /pares  the  baft,  butjlayt  the  brave 
and  bold.~\ 

Priam,  fpeaking  of  the  moll  valiant  of  his  Sons,  feys, 

T««  f*o  uwuKtcr  A^n Iliad.  B.  2.  Ver.  260. 

All  thofe  relentlefs  Mars  untimely  flew, 

And  left  me  thefe,  a  foft  and  fervile  Crew.      Pope . 

Epj- 


158      ANACREON. 


EPIGRAM    II. 

O  N     AG  A  T  H  O  N. 

FO  R  Agatbon,  in  fighting  Fields  renown'd, 
Abdera  mourns  his  funeral  Pile  around ; 
For  him  fhe  mingles  Tears  with  bright  Applaufe, 
Who  nobly  fuffer'd  in  his  Country's  Caufe : 
No  Youth  fo  brave,  unknowing  how  to  yield, 
E'er  perifh'd  in  the  Thunder  of  the  Field. 

E  P  I- 

Epigram  II. 

Ver.  2.  Abdera  mourns,  &c]  The  Teians,  after 
their  Expulfion  from  Ionia  by  Harpagus  the  General 
of  Cyrus,  failed  into  Thrace,  and  fettled  in  the  City  of 
Abdera',  where. they  had  not  been  long,  befora  the 
Ibracians,  jealous  of  their  new  Neighbours,  endea- 
voured to  give  them  Difturbance.  It  feems  to  be  in 
thefe  Conflicts  that  Anacreon  loft  thofe  Friends 
whpm  he  celebrates  in  his  Epigrams.  See  theFirft, 
Second,  and  Thirteenth. 

Epi- 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.      159 

EPIGRAM     III. 
ON   THE    SON   OF   CLEENOR. 

fT>HE  E,  CleenorideSt&z  bold,  the  brave, 
Stern  Neptune  funk.beneath  the  whelmin 
Wave : 
Thy  Country's  Love  fo  nobly  fill'd  thy  Mind, 
'Thou  dar'dft  to  truft,  too  credulous,  the  Wind  : 
The  fair,  though  faithlefs,  Seafon  urg'd  thy  Doom, 
And  wrapp'd  thy  Beauties  in  a  watery  Tomb. 

EPIGRAM    IV. 

O.N  A'P  ICTURE    REPRESENTING 
THREE    BACCH1. 

FIrft,  Hcliconias  with  a  Thyrfus  paft, 
Xanthippe  nsxt,  and  Glauca  is  the  laft  j 
Lo  !  dancing  down  the  Mountains  they  repair, 
And  grateful  Gifts  to  jolly  Bacchus  bear  j 

Wreaths 
Epigram  III. 

This  Cte'enorides,  as  Barnes  obferves,  feems  to  have 
been  caft  away  in  attempting  a  Voyage  from  Abdera 
to  his  native  Country  Teiot,  in  the  Winter. 

i  Epi- 


160      ANACREON. 

Wreaths  of  the  ruftling  Ivy  for  his  Head, 
With  Grapes  delicious,  and  a  Kid  well  fed. 

EPIGRAM    V. 

ON     MYRON'/     COW. 

"1~>E  E  D,  gentle  Swain,  thy  Cattle  far  away, 

**"     Left  they  too  near  the  Cow  of  Myron  ftray, 

And  thou,  if  chance  fallacious  Judgment  err'd, 

Drive  home  the  breathing  Statue  with  the  Herd. 

EPI- 

Epigram   V. 

Myron  was  the  moft  celebrated  Artift  of  his  Time 
for  calling  Statues  in  Brafs.  Petronius,  fpeakirtg  of 
him,  fays,  Pene  komnum  animas  ferarumque  are  com- 
prebenderat :  "  He  had  almoft  found  the  Art  to  in- 
'*  clofe  the  Souls  of  Men  and  Beafts  in  Brafs." 

Among  the  many  Epigrams,  which  have  been  com- 
pofed  on  Myron's  Cow,  the  following  from  Avfs~ 
nlus  deferves  Commendation  : 

Buculafum,  calo  genitorisfaSla  Myronis 

JErea  ;  nee  failam  me  ]uto,fed  gen  tarn. 
Sic  me  tawus  init  ;  fie  proxima  iueu/a  mugit ; 

Sic  Vilnius Jitiens  ule>a  nojira  feii/. 
Mir  arts  quod f alio  gregem  ?  gregis  ipfe  magi  ft  er 
biter  pa/centei  me  numerare  Jolet. 

By  Myron's  duffel  I  was  form'd  of  Brafs; 
Not  Art,  but  Nature,  my  great  Mother  was. 

Bulls 


A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N,      161 

EPIGRAM      VI. 
ON     THE      SAME. 

r  I  >H  I  S  Heifer  is  not  caft,  but  rolling  Years 

Harden'd  the  Life  to  what  it  now  appears : 
Myron  unjuftly  would  the  Honour  claim, 
But  Nature  has  prevented  him  in  Fame. 

The 

Bulls  court  my  Love  j  the  Hellers  lowing  (land; 
And  thirfty  Calves  my  fwelling  Teat  demand. 
Nor  deem  this  ftrange — the  Herdfman  oft  has  err'di 
And  number'd  me  among  the  grazing  Herd. 

Epigram   VI. 

I  found  this  Epigram,  thus  excellently  tranflated, 
in  a  paltry  Edition  of  Anacreon  in  Englijh,  printed  by 
Curl. 

The  following  Epigram  on  an  excellent  modern 
Work  has  exprelTed  the  fame  Thought  with  the  fame 
Simplicity. 

ON      CLARISSA. 

THIS  Work  is  Nature's,  every  Tittle  in't 
She  wrote,  and  gave  it  Richard/on  to  print. 

Epi- 


162      ANACREON. 

The  following  Epigrams  were  collected  by  Barnes, 
and  firft  added  to  his  Edition  of  our  Poet : 
The  firft  five  on  the  Authority  of  a  Manufcript 
Ahthologia  at  Paris;  the  reft  on  the  Credit 
of  a  Heidelberg  Manufcript. 

EPIGRAM     VJI. 
ON     C  0  M  P  A  N  T. 

I*  Ne'er  can  think  his  Convention  good, 
-■•  Who  o'er  the  Bottle  talks  of  Wars  and  Blood  j 
But  his  whofe  Wit  the  pleafing  Talk  refines, 
And  lovely  Venus  with  the  Graces  joins. 

E  P  I  G  R  AM    Vlir. 

A   D  ED  I  CAT  ION   TO    JUPITER,    IN 
THE  NAME   OF  PHIDOLA. 

TyHidola,  as  a  Monument  of  Speed, 

This  Mare,  at  Corinth  bred,  to  Jove  decreed. 

E  P  I- 
Epigram   VIII. 

VeR.  Z.  This  Mare,  &c]  Paitfanias,  EVac.  L.  2. 
C.  13.  mentions  this  Mare  of  Phidclas,  and  tells  us 
fhe  was  named  Aura,  or  Air ;  and  that  fhe  won  the 
Race  herfelf,  after  her  Rider  was  thrown. 

E  p  1- 


ANACREON.      163 


EPIGRAM     IX. 

TO   APOLLO,   I  N  THE   NAME  OF 
N  A  U  CRATES. 


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O  D  of  the  filver  Bow,  and  golden  Hair, 
HearA^wcrtf.'f/sVovvSjand  grant  his  Prayer! 

EPIGRAM     X. 
ANOTHER    DEDICATION. 

J  Ycau?  Son,  Praxagoras,  befrovv'd 

This  marble  Statue  to  his  guardian  God  : 
View  well  the  whole— What  Artift  can  furpafs 
The  finifh'd  Work  of  Anaxa&rai  ? 

E  P  I- 
Epigram  X. 

Ver.  4.]  Anaxagoras,  a  Native  of  jEgina,  was  a 
celebrated  Statuary:  He  flourifhed  both  before  and 
after  the  Expedition  of  Xerxes.     Barnes. 

Epi- 


i64      A  N  A  C  R  E  0  N. 

EPIGRAM      XL 

ANOTHER. 

fl,/7;;<rw./s  Grove  contains  the  favour'd  Shield, 
That  guarded  Python  in  the  bloody  Field. 

EPIGRAM   XII. 
J  NOT  HER,    BY  LEOCRATES. 

T  T  THEN  Hermes*  Buft,  Iterates,  you  raU'd, 

The  Graces  bland  the  beauteous  Image 

praiti'd ; 

The  joyful  Academe  extoll'd  your  Narne; 

The  fpeaking  Buft  fhall  eternize  your  Fame. 

E  P  I- 

Epigram   XI. 

When  the  Antients  efcaped  any  imminent  Danger, 

it  was  ufual  for  ti=em   o  confecrate  fome  Memorial  of 

it  in  the  Temples  of  their  L»ods.     Thus  Horace,  L.  i . 

Ode  5. 

Me  tabula  facer,  &c. 

For  me,  the  facred  Tablet  mows 

That  I  have  hung  my  dripping  Cloaths 

At  Neptuie's  Shrine Duncombe. 

Epigram   XII". 
Ver.  3.    The  Academe.]     The  Athenian  Academy 
was  not  far  diftant  from  the  Areopagus,   in  a  Grove 
without  the  City. 

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ANACREON.       165 

EPIGRAM  XIII. 
ON  THE  SON  OF  ARISTOCLES. 

ry^O  Arijiocliues^  the  beft  of  Friends, 

This  honorary  Verfe  the  Mufe  commends  t 
Bold  and  adventurous  in  the  martial  Strife, 

He  fav'd  his  Country,  but  he  loft  his  Life. 

EPI- 

Epigram   XIII. 

Nothing  among  the  antient  Greeks  and  Fomnns  was 
efteemed  a  greater  Aft  of  Piety,  than  to  fight  for  the 
Good  of  the  Community;  and  they,  who  have  great- 
ly fallen  in  fo  righteous  a  Caufe,  are  embalmed  with 
immortal  Honours.  Tjr/^us  wrote  fome  noble  Poems 
on  Martial  Virtue.  The  following  I  ir.e*  are  tranfla- 
ted  from  a  Fragment  of  his  :  Speaking  of  the  Hero 
that  dares  to  die  for  his  Country,  he  fays  ; 

His  fair  Renown  fhall  never  fade  away, 
Nor  fhall  the  Mention  of  his  Name  decay. 
Who  glorious  falls  beneath  the  Conqueror's  Hand, 
For  his^ear  Children,  and  his  native  Land, 
Though  to  the  Duft  his  mortal  Part  we  give, 
His  Fame  in  Triumph  o'er  the  Grave  fnall  live. 

Anon. 

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166      A  N  A  C  R  B  0  N. 

EPIGRAM  XIV. 
JpRaxidice  this  flowery  Mantle  made, 

Which  fair  Dyfcris  firft  defign'd ; 
Mark  how  the  lovely  Damfels  have  difplay'd 

A  pleating  Unity  of  Mind. 

EPIGRAM    XV. 
UNDER      A     STATUE. 

f'AUiteki  firft  flx'd  me  on  this  Bafe 

Fair  rifing  to  the  View : 

His  Sons  gave  Ornament  and  Grace ; 

To  them  your  Thanks  are  due. 

E  P  I- 
Epigram    XIV. 

Add-on  quotes  aPailige  from  Shakefpeare  fimilar  to 
this  Epigram  : 

We,  Hernia,  like  two  artificial  Gods, 
Created  with  our  Needles  both  one  Flower, 
Both  on  one  Sampler,  fitting  on  one  Cufhion  ; 
I'oth  warbling  of  one  Song,  both  in  one  Key ; 
As  if  our  Hands,  our  Sides,  Voices,  and  Minds, 
Had  been  incorporate.     So  we  grew  together, 
Like  to  a  double  Cherry,  feeming  parted, 
But  yet  an  Union  in  Partition, 
Two  love-y  Berries  molded  on  one  Stem  ; 
Or  with  two  feeming  Codies,  but  one  Heart. 

Midfummer  N:gbt's  Dream, 

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A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.      167 

EPIGRAM    XVI. 
ANOTHER. 

r  8  >H  I S  Trophy  Are'iphilus's  Son 

To  Bacchus  confecrates,  for  Battles  won. 

EPIGRAM     XVII. 
ANOTHER. 

CT'HeJfaiia's  Monarch,  Echecratides, 

Has  fix'd  me  on  this  Bafe, 
Bacchus,  the  jolly  God  of  Wine,  to  pleafc, 

And  give  the  City  Grace. 

EPIGRAM    XVIII. 

/'"T"**0  Mercury  your  Oraifons  addrefs, 

That  Timonacles  meet  with  wifh'd  Succefs, 

Who 

Epigram    XVIII. 

Ver.  1.  To  Mercury,  &c]  The  Antlents  efteemed 
Mercury  the  general  Protedlor  of  Learning ;  and 
therefore  ufually  placed  his  Statue  in  their  Libraries, 
and  in  the  Porticoes  before  their  public  Schools  and 
Academies.      Jdj/foit. 

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168      ANACREON. 

Who  fix'd  thefe  Porticoes,  my  fweet  Abode, 
And  plac'd  me  facred  to  the  Herald- God. 
All  who  the  bright-eyed  Sciences  revere, 
Strangers  and  Citizens,  are  welcome  here. 

EPIGRAM    XIX. 

•~>  Reat  Sophscles,  fox  Tragic  Story  prais'd, 
^-^    Thefe  Altars  to  the  Gods  immortal  rais'd. 

EPIGRAM    XX. 

y~X  Mercury  !  for  Honours  paid  to  thee 
^^  May  TUas  live  in  calm  Security  ; 
Years  of  fereneft  Pleafure  may  he  gain, 
And  o'er  th' Athenian  Race  a  long  and  happy  Reign' 

Epigram  XIX. 

This  Epigram,  notwithftanding  what  Barnes  /ays  to 
the  contrary,  is  thought  not  to  be  Anacreon\  ;  the 
Mention  of  Sophocles  being  too  repugnant  to  Chro- 
nology, to  admit  it  for  genuine. 

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QA P  P  HO  was  a  Native  of  Mitylene  in 
*-*  the  Ifland  of  Ltjbos.  Who  was  her  Fa- 
ther is  uncertain,  there  being  no  Jefs  than 
eight  Perfons  who  have  contended  for  that  Ho- 
nour j  but  it  is  univerfally  acknowledged,  that 
Cleis  was  her  Mother.  She  flourifhed,  according 
to  Suidasy  in  the  42d  Olympiad\  according  to 
Eufeb'ius-)  in  the  44th  Olympiad,  about  600  Years 
before  our  Saviour  Christ.  She  was  Con- 
temporary with  Pittacus,  the  fam  us  7  yrant  of 
Mitylcn-,  and  the  two  celebrated  Poets,  Stcft- 
choms  and  ALtcus.  Barnes  has  endeavoured  to 
prove,  from  the  Teftimonies  of  Cbamaiebn  and 
Heiwefitnaxy  that.  Anacreon  was  one  of  her  Lo- 
vers ;  but  this  Amour  has  been  generally  efreem- 
ed  too  repugnant  to  Ch  onology,  to  be  admitted 
for  any  thing  but  a  poetical  Ficlion. 

She  married    one   Cercc'as,    a   Man  of  great 

Wealth  and  Power  in  the  Ifland  of  Andros,  by 

whom  fhe  had  a  Daughter  named  Cleis.     He 

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leaving  her  a  Wido'w  very  young,  {he  renounced 
all  Thoughts  of  a  fecond  Marriage,  but  not  the 
Pleafures  of  Love  ;  not  enduring  to  confine  that 
Paffion  to  one  Perfon,  which,  as  the  Antients  tell 
us,  was  too  violent  u  her  to  be  rcftrained  even 
to  one  Sex. 

But  no  one  feems  to  have  been  the  CbjecT:  of 
her  Admiration  fo  much  as  the  accomplished 
Pbaon,  a  young  Man  of  Lejbos ;  who  is  faid  to 
have  been  a  Kind  of  Ferry-man,  and  thence 
fabled  to  have  carried  ViHui  over  the  Stream  in 
his  Boat,  and  to  have  received  from  her,  as  a  Re- 
ward, the  Favour  of  becoming  the  moft  beautiful 
Man  in  the  World.  She  fell  defperately  in  Love 
with  him,  and  took  a  Voyage  into  Sicily  in  Pur- 
fuit  of  him,  he  having  withdrawn  himfelf  thither 
on  purpofe  to  avoid  her.  It  was  in  that  Ifland, 
and  on  this  Occafion,  that  fhe  compofed  her 
Hymn,  to  Venus. 

Her  Poem  was  ineffeclual  for  the  procuring 
that  Happinefs  which  fhe  prayed  for  in  it.  Pbaon. 
was  (Till  obdurate,  and  Sappho  was  fo  tranfported 
with  the  Violence  of  her  Pafiion,  that  fhe  re- 
fulved  to  get  rid  of  it  at  any  Rate. 

There  was  a  Promontory  in  Acarnan.a  called 
Leucate-t  on  the  Top  of  which  was  a  little  Tem- 
ple dedicated  to  ///olio.  In  this  Temple  it  was 
ufual  for  defpairing  Lovers  to  make  their  Vows 

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SAPPHO.  173 

in  fecret,  and  afterwards  to  fling  themfelves  from 
the  Top  of  the  Precipice  into  the  Sea:  For  it 
was  an  eilablifhed  Opinion,  that  all  thofe  who 
were  taken  up  alive,  would  immediately  be  cured 
of  their  former  Paflion.  Sappho  tried  the  Re- 
medy ;  but  perifhed  in  the  Experiment.  The 
Original  of  this  unaccountable  Humour  is  not 
known.  Ovid  reprefents  Sappho  as  advifed  to 
undertake  this  frrange  Project  by  the  Vifion  of  a 
Sea-nymph,  of  which  fhe  fent  the  following  Ac- 
count to  the  cruel  Phpon  : 

Hie  ego  cum  h'jfos,  C37. 

Mere  a;  1  lay,  and  fwell'd  with  Tears  the  Flood, 
Before  my  Sight  a  watry  Virgin  ftood  j 

B  iiood  and  cry'd,  "  O  you  that  love  in  v 
"  Fly  hcnce»  and  feck  the  fair  Lewad'a-.  Wain  : 
"  There  Hands  a  Rock, from  whofe  impending  Steep 
11  Jtohc'i  Fane  furveys  the  rolling  Deep  ; 
«'  There  injur'd  Lovers,  leaping  from  above, 
"  Tlteir  Flames  extinguifh,  and  forget  to  lnve. 
'*  Hafte,  Sappho,  hafle,  from  high  Leuccdia  throw 
"  Thy  wretched    Weight,   nor    dread   the  Deeps 

"  below  !" 
She  fpoke,  and  vanifh'd  with  the  Voice — I  rife, 
And  filent  Ter.r$  fall  trickling  from  my  Eyes. 
1  go,  ye  Nymphs,  thofe  Rocks  and  Seas  to  prove : 
How  much  I  fear,  but,  ah,  how  much  1  love  ! 
I  go,  ye  Nymphs,  where  furious  Love  infpires  ; 
Let  female  Fears  fubmit  to  female  Fires. 

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To  Rocl:s  and  Seas  I  fly  from  Phaon's  Hate, 

And  hope  from  Seas  and  Rocks  a  milder  Fate. 

Ye  gentle  Gales,  beneath  my  Body  blow, 

And  foftly  lay  me  on  the  Waves  below  ! 

And  thou,  kind  Love,  my  finking  Limbs  fuftain, 

Spread  thy  foft  Wings,  and  waft  me  o'er  the  Main, 

Nor  let  a  Lover's  Death  the  guiltlefs  Flood  profane  ! 

Pope. 

The  Romans  erected  a  mod  noble  Statue  of 
Porphyry  to  her  Memory  :  And  the  Mit^lenians^ 
to  exprefs  their  Senfe  of  her  Worth,  and  the 
Glory  they  received  from  her  being  born  amongir. 
them,  paid  her  fovereign  Honours  after  her 
Doth,  and  coined  Money  with  her  Head  for  the 
lmprefs. 

The  befi  Idea  we  can  have  of  her  Perfon,  is 
from  her  own  Defcription  of  it  in  Ovid : 
Si  mi  hi  diff.cilis  for  mam,  &cm 
Tome  what  Nature  has  in  Charms  deny'd, 
I   well  by  Wit's  more  Iailing  Charms  fupply'd. 
Though  fhort  my  Stature,  yet  my  Name  extends 
To  Heaven  itfelf,  and  Earth's  remoteftEnds. 
Brown  as  I  am,  an  Ethiopian  Dame 
Infpir'd  young  Per/eus  with  a  generous  Flame  ; 
Turtles  and  Doves  of  differing  Hues  unite, 
And  glofly  Jet  is  pair'd  with  fhining  White. 
U*to  no  Charms  thou  wilt  thy  Heart  refign, 
But  fuch  at  merit,  fuch  as  equal  thine, 

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SAPPHO.  175 

By  none,  alas !  by  none  thou  canft  be  mov\3, 
Pbaon  alone  by  Phaon  muft  be  lov'd.  Pope. 

To  give  the  Engl'ijh  Reader  a  true  Notion 
what  Opinion  the  Antients  entertained  of  her 
Works,  would  be  to  collect  a  Volume  in  her 
Praife.  She  was  honoured  with  the  glorious 
Title  of  the  Tenth  Mufe.  Horace  fays, 
Spiral  adhuc  amort 
Viijuntque  coiitnijft  calores 

JEolia  fidibus  puell*.  L.  4.  Od.  9. 

Enchanting  Sappho's  Lyric  Mufe 
In  every  Bread  muft  Love  infufe  ; 
Love  breathes  on  every  tender  String, 
And  ftill  in  melting  Notes  we  hear  her  fing. 

Dunccmbe. 

On  the  Revival  of  Learning,  Men  of  the  mod 
refined  Tafte  accounted  the  Lofs  of  her  Wri- 
tings ineflimable,  and  collected  the  facred  Re- 
licks  with  the  utmoft  Affiduity :  Though  Mr. 
Add'ifon  (in  the  SpeRator^  No.  223.)  judicioufly 
©bferves :  "  I  do  not  know,  by  the  Character 
"  that  is  given  of  her  Works,  whether  it  is  not 
«*  for  the  Benefit  of  Mankind  that  they  are  loft, 
**  They  were  filled  with  fuch  bewitching  Ten- 
"  d'ernefs  and  Rapture,  that  it  might  have  been 
"  dangerous  to  have  given  them  a  Reading." 

Vojjius,  in  the  Third  Book  of  his  Injlitutiones 

Pottica,  fays,  that  none  of  the  Grtek  Poets  ex- 

I  4  celled 


i/6  THE    LIFE    OF 

celled  Sappho  in  Sweetnefs  of  Verfe ;  and  that 
flie  made  Archihchus  the  Model  of  her  Style,  but 
at  the  fame  Time  took  greajt  Care  to  foften  and 
temper  the  Severity  of  his  Expreflion. 

Hoffman )  in  his  Lexicon,  fays,  "  Some  Au- 
H  thors  are  of  Opinion,  that  the  Elegy  which 
"  Ovid  made  under  the  Name  o{- Sappho,  and 
"  which  is  infinitely  fuperior  to  his  other  E!e- 
"  gies,  was  all,  or  at  leail  the  raoft  beautiful 
"  Part  of  it,  ftolen  .from  the  Poems  of  the  ele- 
u  gant  Sappho." 

She  was  the  Inventrefs  of  that  Kind  of  Verfe, 
which  (from  her  Name)  is  called  the  Sapphic. 
She  wrote  nine  Books  of  Odes,  befides  Elegies, 
Epigrams,  Iambics,  Monodies,  and  other  Pieces  j 
of  which,  we  have  nothing  remaining  entire,  but 
an  Hymn  to  fenus,  an  Ode  preferved  by  Long i- 
vus  (which,  however,  the  learned  acknowledge 
to  be  imperfect)  two  Epigrams,  and  fome  other 
little  Fragments.  I  fhall  conclude  my  Account 
.of  this  celebrated  Lady  in  the  Words  of  Mr, 
dddifon,  taken  .from  the  above-mentioned  Spec- 
tator. 

"  Among  the  mutijated  Poets  of  Antiquity, 
"  there  is  none  whofe  Fragments  are  fo  beau- 
"  tiful  as  thofe  of  Sappho.  They  give  us  a 
"  Tafte  of  her  Way  of  Writing,  which  is  per- 
Ci  feebly  conformable   with    that    extraordinary 

Character 


OF     S  A  P  P  HO.  J77 

u  Character  we  find  of  her  in  the  Remarks  of 
*'  thofe  great  Critics  who  were  converfant  with 
*c  her  Works  when  they  were  entire.  One 
"  may  fee,  by  what  is  left  of  them,  that  fhe 
"  followed  Nature  in  all  her  Thoughts,  without 
•'  defcending  to  thofe  little  Points,  Conceits, 
"  and  Turns  of  Wit,  with  which  many  of  our 
"  modern  Lyrics  are  fo  miferably  infected.  Her 
*'  Soul  feems  to  have  been  made  up  of  Love 
<c  and  Poetry  :  She  felt  the  Paffion  in  all  its 
"  Warmth,  and  defcribed  it  in  all  its  Symp- 
44  toms.  She  is  called  by  antient  Authors  the 
"  Tenth  Mufe  j  and  by  Plutarch  is  compared 
"  to  Cacus  the  Son  of  Vulcan)  who  breathed  out 
**  nothing  but  Flame." 


I5  THE 


THE 

WORKS 

O    F 

SAPPHO. 

Translated  from  the  Greek. 


Mark,  Mufe  !  the  confcious  Shade,  ar?d  vocal  Grove, 
Where  Sappko  tun'd  her  melting  Voice  to  Love, 
While  Echo  each  harmonious  Strain  return'd, 
And  with  the  foft  complaining  Lejbian  mourn'd. 

Yrogrefs  of  Poetry. 


THE 

ODES 

O    F 

SAP     P     H    O. 

ODE     I. 

JN    HYMN    TO    VENUS. 

I. 
prENUSy  bright  Goddefs  of  the  Skies, 

To  whom  unnumber'd  Temples  rife,. 
Jtvia  Daughter  fair,  whofe  wily  Arts 
Delude  fond  Lovers  of  their  Hearts  5 
O  !  liften  gracious  to  my  Prayer,  5 

And  free  my  Mind  from  anxious  Care. 

II.  If 

Ode  I. 

We  are  indebted  for  this  Hymn  to  Dlcmjius  of 
HalicarnpJ/us,  who  quotes  it  as  a  Pattern  of  Pe rfedtkm 
3  Madam 


iSz      SAPPHO. 
II. 

If  e'er  you  heard  my  ardent  Vow, 

Propitious  Goddefs,  hear  me  now  ! 

And  oft  my  ardent  Vow  you've  heard, 

By  Cupid's  friendly  Aid  preferr'd,  L    10. 

Oft  left  the  golden  Courts  of  Jove, 

To  liften  to  my  Tales  of  Love. 

III. 
The  radiant  Car  your  Sparrows  drew  ; 

You  gave  the  Word,  and  fwift  they  flew, 
Through  liquid  Air  they  wing'd  their  Way,     15 
I  faw  their  quivering  Pinions  play  j 
To  my  plain  Roof  they  bore  their  Queen, 
Of  Afpect  mild,  and  Look  ferene. 

IV.  Soon 

Madam  Dacier  fuppofes  it.  to  be  entirely  hiftorical ; 
and  that  it  was  written  after  Pbaon,  her  inconftant 
'Lover,  had  withdrawn  himfelf  from  the  Ifland  of 
Lejlos  to  Sicih,  in  order  to  avoid  the  Importunities  of 
an  amorous  Miftrefs.  It  was  in  Sicily,  therefore,  and 
on  the  above-mentioned  Occafion,  that  fhc  is  fuppofed 
to  have  made  this  Hymm 

Ver.  13.  The  radiant  Car  your  Sparrows  drew.] 
Sappho  fays,  the  Chariot  of  Venus  was  drawn  by 
Sparrows,  becaufe  they  are  of  all  Birds  the  mod 
amorous. 

V*R. 


SAPPHO.      183 

IV. 
Soon  as  you  came,  by  your  Command, 
Back  flew  the  wanton  feather' d  Band,  zo 

Then,  with  a  fweet  enchanting  Look, 
Divinely  fmiling,  thus  you  fpoke  : 
«  Why  didft  thou  call  me  to  thy  Cell  ? 
'  Tell  me,  my  gentle  Sappho,  tell. 

V. 
'  What  healing  Medicine  fhall  1  find  25 

*  To  cure  thy  love-difremper'd  Mind  ? 

*  Say,  (hall  I  lend  thee  all  my  Charms, 

*  To  win  young  Phaon  to  thy  Arms  ? 

*  Or  does  fome  other  Swain  fubdue 

*  Thy  Heart  ?  .my  Sappho,  tell  me  Who  ?        30 

VI.  «  Though 

Ver.  20.  Backjtewo  the  feather*  d  Band.]  There  is 
fomething  very  pretty  in  this  Circumftance,  wherein 
Venus  is  defcribed  as  Tending  away  her  Chariot,  upon 
her  Arrival  at  Sappho's  Lodgings,  to  denote  that  it 
was  not  a  fhort  transient  Vint  which  fhe  intended  to 
make  her.       Madam  Dacier. 


184      SAPPHO, 
VI. 

1  Though  now,  averfe,  thy  Charms  he  fligfit, 
•  He  foon  mall  view  thee  with  Delioht  • 
'  Though  now  he  fcorns  thy  Gifts  to  take> 
<  He  foon  to  thee  fhall  Offerings  make  ; 
"  Though  now  thy  Beauties  fail  to  move, 
«  He  foon  fhall  melt  with  equal  Love.' 

VII. 
Once  more,.  O  Venus,,  hear  my  Prayer,.    . 
And  eafe  my  Mind  of  anxious  Care ; 
Again  vouchfafe  to  be  my  Gueft, 
And  calm  thisTempeft  in  my  Breaft  f 
To  thee,  bright  Queen,  my  Vows  afpire ; 
O  grant  me  all  my  Heart's  Defire ! 

ODE 


SAPPHO,       18$ 

ODE     II. 

Whatever  might  have  been  the  Occafion  of  this 
Ode,  the  Engli/h  Reader  will  enter  into  the 
Beauties  of  it,  if  he  fuppofes  it  to  have  been 
written  in  the  Perfon  of  a  Lover  fitting  by 
his  Miflrefs.         Add'ijon,  SpeHaior,  No.  229. 

li 

Tl  /TORE  happy  than  the  Gods  is  he 

■*■*"■"■  Who,  foft- reclining,  fits  by  thee; 
His  Ears  thy  pleafing  Talk  beguiles, 
Hii  Eyes  thy  fwcetlydimpled  Smiles* 

H*  This, 
Ode  II. 

This  beautiful  Ode  is  preferved  by  Lotighws,  in  h$ 
Trea'tife  Of  the  Sublime. 

Ver.  1.  More  happy  than  the  Gods,  &c]  There  is 
an  Epigram  in  the  Antbologiat  which  feerus  to  be  ait 
Imitation  of  this  Stanza. 

Ev$(t(/XA>y  0  @Kt7rt:v  ere,   TgitrofcAn)?  JrK  ukohu, 
*Hf«9E«$  <?  0  <pt\&n',  udcuvaToi  6  0  cvtut. 

The  Youth  who  fees  thee  may  rejoice, 
But  bleft  is  he  who  hears  thy  Voice, 
A  Demi-god  who  (hall. thee  kifs, 
Who  gains  thee  is  a  God  in  Blifs. 

Longlnui 


186      SAPPHO. 
II. 

This,  this,  alas  !  alarm'd  my  Breaft, 

And  robb'd  me  of  my  golden  Reft  : 

While  gazing  on  thy  Charms  I  hung, 

My  Voice  died  faltering  on  my  Tongue. 

III. 
With  fubtle  Flames  my  Bofom  glows, 

Quick  through  each  Vein  the  Poifon  flows : 

Dark,  dimming  Mifts  my  Eyes  furround  j 

My.Ears  with  hollow  Murmurs  found. 

IV.  My 

Longitws  has  obferved,  that  "  this  Defcription  of 
"  Love  in  Sappho  is  an  exacl  Copy  of  Nature;  and 
"  that  all  the  Circumftances,  which  follow  one  ano- 
*'  ther  in  fuch  a  Hurry  of  Sentiments,  notwithftand- 
P  ing  they  appear  repugnant  to  each  other,  are 
"  really  fuch  as  happen  in  the  Frenzies  of  Love." 
He  farther  fays :  "  Sappho,  having  obferved  the 
"  Anxieties  and  Tortures  infeparable  to  jealous 
"  Love,  has  collected  and  difplayed  them  all  with 
"  the  molt  lively  Exattnefs."  And  Dr.  Pearce  judi- 
cioufly  obferves,  that  "  in  this  Ode  fhe  endeavours 
"  to  exprefs  that  Wrath,  Jealoufy,  and  Anguiih, 
"  which  diftrafted  her  with  fuch  a  Variety  ofTor- 
**  ture.  And  therefore,  in  the  following  Verfes  of 
*"  Boileauh  Tranflation  the  true  Senfe  is  miilaken : 

dans  les  doux  tranfports,  oil  i'egare  moti  amt. 
4i  And,  ■"■'!   je  tombe  en  des  dances  langueurs. 

«  As 


SAPPHO.       187 
IV. 

My  Limbs  with  dewy  Chillnefs  freeze, 

On  my  whole  Frame  pale  Tremblings  feize, 

And  lofing  Colour,  Senfe  and  Breath, 

I  feem  quite  languifhing  in  Death. 

FRAG- 

"  As  the  Word  doux  will  by  no  means  exprefs  the  Rage 
*'  and  Diffraction  of  Sappho's  Mind  ;  it  being  always 
"  ufed  in  a  contrary  Senfe."  There  are  two  Lines  in 
Philips'*  Tranflation  of  this  Ode  which  are  liable  to 
the  fame  Objection  : 

For  while  I gaz'd,  in  T ran/port  tcjl, 
And,r— My  Blood  tvith  gentle  Horrors  tbili'd. 

Mr.  Add fon,  in  his  Speilator  on  tins  Ode,  relates 
the  following  remarkable  Circumftance  from  Plutarch : 
**  That  Author,  in  the  famous  Story  of  Antiochw, 
*'  who  fell  in  Love  with  Stratonice,  his  Mother-in-law, 
"  and  (not  daring  to  difcover  his  Paflion)  pretended 
"  to  be  confined  to  his  Bed  by  Sicknefs,  tells  us,  that 
"  Erafijlratus,  the  Phyfician,  found  out  the  Nature  of 
"  his  Diftemper  by  thofe  Symptoms  of  Love  which 
"  he  had  learned  from  Sappho's  Writings.  Strato- 
"  nice  was  in  the  Room  of  the  love-fick  Prince,  when 
"  thefe  Symptoms  difcovered  themfelves  to  his  Phy- 
"  fician  ;  and  it  is  probable,  that  they  were  not  very 
"  different  from  thofe  which  Sappho  here  defcribes  in 
"  a  Lover  fitting  by  his  Miftrefs." 

Madam  Dacier  fays,  that  this  Ode  of  Sappho  is  pre- 
ferved  entire  in  Longinus,  whereas,  whoever  looks  in- 
to that  Author's  Quotation  of  it  will  find,  that  there 
mull  at  lead  have  been  another  Stanza,  which  is  not 
iranfraitted  to  us. 

FR  AC- 


FRAGMENTS 

OF 

SAPPHO. 

FRAGMENT    I. 

f  g'AHE  Pleiads  now  no  more  are  (ccn, 

A     Nor  (nines  the  filver  Moon  ferene, 

In  dark  and  dimial  Clouds  a'ercirfl;  j 

Thelove  appointed  Hour  is  pad  { 

Midnight  ufurps  her  fable  Throne, 

And  yet,  alas !  I  lie  alone. 

F  R  A  0* 

Fragment   I. 

Ver.  6.  And yet\  alas. !  1  lie  alow.']     A  She].' 
in  the  Lljllium  entitled  O  A  P  1 1.  T  T  2  (which  is 
nerally  aicribed  to  Theocr'tus,  but  by  Daniel  Ha 
is  attributed  to  Mo/J?wj  vvifhes  a  City-girl,  who  had. 
flighted  him,  the  Punifhment  of  living  and  dying  an 
old  Maid. 

may  you  ne'er  find  one  ~) 

Worthy  your  Love  in  Country  or  in  Town,  )» 

But,  to  a  Virgin-bed  condemned,  for  ever  lie  alone!  J 

Bowles. 

Frag- 


SAPPHO,      189 

FRAGMENT    II. 

This  feems  to  have  been  addreffed  to  an  arro- 
gant unlettered  Lady,  vain  of  her  Beauty  and 
Riches. 

I. 
"T  T  THene'er  the  Fates  reiiioie  thy  Breath, 

™  ^        No  bright  Reverfion  (halt  thou  gain, 

Unnotic'd  thou  fhalt  Fink  in  Death, 

Nor  ev'n  thy  Memory  remain  : 

For  thy  rude  Hand  ne'er  pluck'd  the  lovely  Rofe, 

Which  on  the  Mountain  of  Pierla  blows. 

LI.  To 

Fragment   II. 

Sappho  is  not  the  only  good  Writer,  who,  from  a 
due  Seiife  of  the  Excellence  of  their  Works,  have  pro- 
mifed  theaifelves  Immortality.  Virgil  has  expreffed 
himielf  ia  the  fame  Manner  at  the  Beginning  of  the 
Third  Georgic: — Horace  in  feveral  Places,  particu- 
larly in  the  Ode,  Exegi  monumentum  : — But  Ovid,  in, 
the  urongeit  Terms  : 

"J am  que  opus  exegi,  S:c. 

I've  now  compil'd  a  Work,  which  nor  the  Rage 

Of  Jo-ve,  nor  Fire,  nor  Sword,  nor  eating  Age, 

Is  able  to  deftroy 

V  E  R .  5 .  For  thy  rude  Hand  ne'er  pluck'd the  lovely  Rofe 
Which  on  the  Mountain  c/Tieria  blows  ] 
Pima  was  a  Monntam  in  Maredonia,  dedicated  to  the 

Mufes : 


190      S    A-  P    P    H    0. 

IT. 
To  Pluto's  Manfions  (halt  thou  go, 

The  ftern  inexorable  King, 

Among  th' ignoble  Shades  below 

A  vain,  ignoble  Thing  } 

While  honour'd  Sappho's  mufe-embellifli'd  Name 

Shall  flourifh  in  Eternity  of  Fame. 

z      FRAGMENT    III. 

TO        VENUS. 

T/'Enu'y  Queen  of  Smiles  and  Love, 

Quit,  O  !  quit  the  Skies  above  ; 

To  my  lowly  Roof  defcend, 

At  the  mirthful  Feaft  attend  j 

Ha'nd 

Mufes:  By  this  Exprefiion  Safpho  feems  to  hint,  that 
the  Lady  who  furnifhed  the  Occafion  of  this  Satire, 
was  not  converfant  in  the  politer  Studies,  nor  ac- 
quainted with  the  Mufes. 

Fragment  III. 

This  Fragment  fhould  be  joined  with  the  Fourth 
Ode  of  Anacrcon  ;  for  as  Sappho  defires  Venus  to  be 
her  Cup-bearer,  fo  Anacrcon  appoints  Cupid  the  fame 
Office: 

In  decent  Robe,  behind  him  bound, 
CupidQia.il  ferve  the  Goblet  round. 

Frag- 


SAPPHO.      191 

Hand  the  golden  Goblet /ound, 
With  delicious  Nectar  crown'd  : 
None  but  joyous  Friends  you'll  fee, 
Friends  of  Venus,  and  of  Me. 

FRAGMENT    IV. 

•~>Eafe,gentle  Mother  jceafe  your  fharpReproof 
^~^  My  Hands  no  more  can  ply  the  curiousWoof, 
While  on  my  Mind  the  Flames  of  Cupid  prey, 
And  lovely  Phaon  fteals  my  Soul  away. 

FRAG- 

Fragment   IV. 

Bephrtftion  produces  this  Fragment  from  the  Se- 
venth Book  of  Sappho's  Odes.  Horace  feems  to  have 
had  it  in  View,  Book  3.  Ode  1  z. 

Tibi  qualum  Cy  there  a  /  iter  ales 
Tibi  telas,  opero/aque  Minerva 
Studium  aufert,  Neobule,  Li  par  a  i  nit  or  Hebri. 

The  winged  Boy,  in  wanton  Play, 
Thy  Work  and  Bafket  fteals  away  : 
Thy  Web  and  Pallas'  curious  Toils 
Are  now  become  fair  Hebrus'  Spoils.  Buncombe. 

Frag- 


i92      SAPPHO. 

FRAGMENT    V. 
ON        THE        ROSE. 

"1  T  TOuld  Jove  appoint  fome  Flower  to  reign 

In  matchlefi  Beauty  on  the  Plain, 
The  Rofe  (Mankind  will  all  agree) 
The  Rofe  the  Queen  of  Flowers  fliould  be  ; 
The  Pride  of  Plants,  the  Grace  of  Bowers, 
The  Blufh  of  Meads,  the  Eye  of  Flowers : 
Its  Beauties  charm  the  Gods  above  ; 
Its  Fragrance  is  the  Breath  of  Love  j 
Its  Foliage  wantons  in  the  Air 
Luxuriant,  like  the  flowing  Hair ; 
It  fhines  in  blooming  Splendor  gay, 

While  Zephyrs  on  its  Bofom  play. 

The 

Fragment   V. 

We  are  indebted  to  Achilles  Tatius  for  this  Frag . 
ment,  which  is  generally  afcribed  to  Sappho.  In  the 
Beginning  of  the  Second  Book  of  that  Romancer,  Cli- 
topbon  tells  us,  his  Miftrefs  fung  this  Eulogy  on  the 
Rofe  at  an  Entertainment.  If  the  Reader  turns 
back  to  the  Fifth  and  Fifty-third  Odes  of  Ana- 
creon,  he  will  find  other  Encomiums  on  this  beautiful 
Flower. 

The 


SAPPHO.      193 

The  following  is  Part  of  an  Ode  which  Sappho  is 
fuppofed  to  have  written  to  Anacram.-*£ez  the 
Notes  on  the  64th  Ode  of  Anacreon. 

"\7  E  Mufes,  ever  fair  and  young, 
•*•         High-feated  on  the  golden  Throne, 
Anacreon  fent  to  me  a  Song 

In  fweeteft  Numbers,  not  his  own  j 
For,  by  your  facred  Raptuits  fir'd, 
The  Poet  warbled  what  the  Mufe  infpir'd. 

Two  EPIGRAMS  of  SAPPHO. 

EPIGRAM     I. 

71/fEnifcus,  mourning  for  his  haplefsSon, 
The  toil-experienc'd  Fifher,  Pelagon> 


Has 

E  P  I  G  R  A  M     I. 

t,ottgepitrrt  obferves,  that  it  was  ufuel  among  the 

\ntients  to  place  on  the  Tombs  of'  their  Friends   the 

Jnftruments  peculiar  to  the  Art  or  Myftery  which 

they   exercifed   when  alive.     Of  this  we  have  Ex- 

in  Homer  and  J'irgd.     In  the  Eleventh  Book 

K  of 


194      SAPPHO. 

Has  plac'd  upon  his  Tomb  a  Net  and  Oar, 
The  Badges  of  a  painful  Life  and  poor. 

EPI- 

of  the  Odjfey,  Ver.  75,  Elpenor  makes  this  Requeft  to 
Vlyfftt  in  Hell : 

Tr,[AM  T£  /X51  %£t/'«l,   &C. 

A  Tomb  along  the  watry  Margin  raife,  ") 

The  Tomb  with  manly  Arms  and  Trophies  grace,  V 
To  fhow  Pofterity  Elpenor  was :  '  J 

There  high  in  Air,  Memorial  of  my  Name, 
Fix  the  fmooth  Oar,  and  bid  me  live  to  Fame. 

Broome. 

In  the  Beginning  of  the  Twelfth  Book  we  find  the 
Suit  was  granted  : 

A  rifing  Tomb,  the  filcnt  dead  to  grace, 

JFaft  by  the  Roarings  of  the  Main  we  place ; 

The  rifing  Tomb  a  lofty  Column  bore, 

A  nd  high  above  it  rofe  the  tapering  Oar.  Pope . 

In  the  Sixth. Book  of  the  JEneid,  Vcr.  232,  JEneas 
places  on  the  Tomb  of  Mifenus 

-  •        y.iaque  arma  viro,  remumque,  tubamque. 

This  done ;  to  folemnize  the  Warrior's  Doom, 
The  pious  Hero  rais'd  a  lofty  Tomb  ; 
The  towering  Top  his  well-known  Enfigns  bore, 
His  Arms,  his  once-lov'd  Trump,  and  tapering  Oar. 

Pitt. 

Thefe  Sort  of  Epitaphs  were  more  general,  con- 
cife,  and  ihftruttive,  than  thofe  which  afterwards  pre- 
vailed.    Longepierre. 

Madam 


SAPPHO.      195 


EPIGRAM    II. 

rT^HE  much-lov'd  Timas  lodges  in  this  Tomb, 
-*•     By  Death  infatiate  ravifh'd  in  her  Eloom  ; 
Ere  yet  a  Bride,  the  beauteous  Maid  was  led 
To  dreary  Coafts,  and  Pluto's  mournful  Bed. 

Her 

Madam  Dac'er  alfo  obferve.%  that  Emblems  of  the 
Humours  of  the  deceafed  were  fometimes  placed  on 
their  Monuments,  as  in  this  Epigram  on  a  Woman 
named  A'jro  : 

Mr)  Sa/xfce«,  fA,%T*ycc  Mtf§H$  sir;  c-yuxri  fovovntt 
TXxvxct,  (3t*»,  yjtwitta  'X/i»oL,  Soxv  <rx.v>.xx.x. 

O'er  My/o  fee  the  Emblems  of  her  Soul, 
A  Whip,  a  Bow,  a  Goofe,  a  Dog,  an  Owl. 

The  Whip  denoted,  that  {he  ufed  to  chartife  her  Ser- 
vants ;  the  Bow,  that  her  Mind  was  always  bent  on 
the  Care  of  her  Family  ;  the  Gonfc,  that  me  loved  to 
flay  at  Home  ;  the  Dog,  that  me  was  fond  of  her 
Children ;  and  the  Owl,  that  flie  was  afliduous  in 
Spinning  and  Tapeftry,  which  were  the  Works  of  Pal- 
lay  to  whom  the  Owl  w,as  coniecrated.  D/uier. 

At  the  Earl  of  Ho/dernefs's,  at  AJke  in  Yorkjbire,  is 
an  old  Picture,  with  a  Device  which  feems  to  be  bor- 
rowed from  this.  It  is  fuppofed  to  be  drawn  by 
Ham  Ho'iein,  and  reprefents  a  Woman  (faid  to  be 
Queen  Elizabeth's  Houfe-keeper)  Handing  on  a  Tor- 
ioiie,  with  a  Bunch  of  Keys  by  her  Side,  her  f  inger 
K  2  en 


196 


SAPPHO. 


Her  Iov'd  Companions  pay  the  Rites  of  Woe, 
All,  all,  alas !  the  living  can  beftow  ; 
From  their  fair  Heads  the  graceful  Curls  they  fliear, 
Place  on  her  Tomb,  and  drop  the  tender  Tear. 

on  her  Lips,  and  a  Dove  on  her  Head.     Under  it  is 
this  Infcription : 

Uxor  atttet,  fileat,  fcrvet,  nee  ubique  'vagetur  : 
Hue  tejiudo  decet,  c/aves,  labra,junclaque  turtur. 

Which  has  been  thus  tranflated  ; 

Be  frugal,  ye  Wives,  live  in  Silence  and  Love, 

Nor  abroad  ever  goflip  and  roam ! 
This  learn  from  the  Keys,  the  Lips,  and  the  Dove, 

And  Tortoife,  ftill  dwelling  at  Home  ! 

Epigram   II. 

Ver.  7.  From  their  fair  Heads  the  graceful  Curls,  Sec] 
The  Ceremony  of  cutting  off  the  Hair,  among  the 
Antients,  in  Honour  of  the  Dead,  was  a  Token  of  a 
violent  Affection.  Thus  Achilles,  in  the  Twenty- 
third  Book  of  the  Iliad,  offers  his  to  Patrodus.  And 
the  little  Cupids  tear  their  Hair  for  Grief  at  the  Death 
of  Adonis :  See  Bion.  Herodotus  tells  us  th;..  Mardonius 
cut  off  his,  after  his  Defeat.  Many  more  Inftances  of 
this  extraordinary  Cuftom  might  be  produced  ;  but 
thefe  will,  probably,  be  thought  fufficient.  I  fhall 
finifh  my  Obfervations  on  this  excellent  Poetefs  with 
an  ingenious  Surmize  in  regard  to  the  above-mention- 
ed Ceremony  :  It  was  praclifed  perhaps  not  only  in 
Token  of  Sorrow,  but  n.ight  alfo  have  a  concealed 
Meaning,  that  as  the  Hair  was  cut  from  the  Head,  and 
was  never  more  to  be  joined  to  it,  fo  was  the  dead 
for  ever  cut  off  from  the  living,  never  more  to  return. 

THE 


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THE 

LIVES 

O    F 

BIONandMOSCHUS. 

WE  know  little  relating  to  thefe  two 
celebrated  Paftoral  Poets :  And  there- 
fore their  Hiftory  may  be  comprized  in  few 
Words. 

Bion  was  born  at  Smyrna^  a  famous  City  of  dfta 
M'tvor^  which  alfo  has  the  faireft  Title  to  the 
Birth  of  Homer :  For  this  Father  of  Poets  is 
Ciid  to  have  been  the  Son  of  the  River  Melcs, 
which  flows  not  far  from  its  Walls  j  and  there- 
fore he  is  called  Melefigenes.  To  this  River 
Mofchus,  in  his  Idjllium  on  the  Death  of  B1ok> 
addreffes  himfclf ;  and  makes  that  fine  Compa- 
rifon  between  thefe  two  Poets : 

TtfTo  roi,  u  'Wtra.fA.uy  7^yv^urxrtt  x.  r,  K 
hhles  !  of  Streams  in  Melody  the  chief, 

Now  heaves  thy  Bofom  with  another  Grief; 
Thy  Homer  died,  great  Mailer  of  the  Song, 

Thy  Homer  died,  the  Mufes  fweeteft  Tongue  : 

K  4  Then 


2C0        THE    LIVES    OF 

Then  did  thy  Waves  in  plaintive  Murmurs  weep, 
And  roll'd  thy  fwelling  Sorrows  to  the  Deep. 
Another  Son  demands  the  Meed  of  Woe, 
Again  thy  Waters  weep  in  long-drawn  Murmurs 

flow. 
Dear  to  the  Fountains  was  each  tuneful  Son, 
This  drank  of  Arethufc,  that  Helicon. 
He  fung  Atridei'  and  Achilles'  Ire, 
And  the  fair  Dame  thatfet  the  World  on  Fire  : 
This  form'd  his  Numbers  on  a  fofter  Plan, 
And  chanted  Shepherds  Loves,  and  peaceful  Pan, 

We  are  not  informed  in  what  Part  of  th« 
World  he  lived,  though  it  is  evident  that  he 
fpent  much  of  his  Time  fn  Sicily  ;  and  there  it 
was,  probably,  that  the  wonderful  Sweetnefs  of 
his  Compofiwons  drew  together  great  Numbers 
of  Admirers  and  Difciples;  among  whom  was 
Mofchus,  as  may  be  deduced  from  the  above- 
mentioned  Poem  : 

I  too,  with  Tears,  from  Italy  have  brought 
Such  plain  Bucolics  as  my  Matter  taugkt  j 
Which,  if  at  all  with  tuneful  Eafe  they  flow, 
To  thy  learn'd  Precepts,  and  thy  Art  I  owe. 
To  other  Heirs  thy  Riches  may  belong ; 
I  claim  thy  pafloral  Pipe  and  Doric  Song. 

Thefe  two  laft  Verfes  prove,  that  he  was  not  in 
neceffitous  Circumftances.     From  the  fame  Idyl- 

Hum 


B  ION  and  MOSC  HU  S.  201 
Hum  it  appears,  that  he  died  by  Poifon,  not  acci- 
dentally, but  by  the  Appointment  of  fome  great 
Man  : 

O  haplefs  Bion  !  Poifon  was  thy  Fate  ; 
The  baneful  Potion  circumfcrib'd  thy  Date. 
How  could  fell  Poifon  caufe  Effccl  fo  ftrange, 
Touch  thy  fweet  Lips,  and  not  to  Honey  change  r" 

Which  probably  was  not  unpunifhed  : 

But  foon  juft  Vengeance  will  the  Wretch  purfue. 
It  is  likewife  evident,  from  the  above- men- 
tioned Authority,  that  he  was  contemporary 
with  Thiocritm :  And  this  famous  Syracufan 
flourifhed  under  Ptdemy  Philadelphus,  who  be- 
gan his  Reign  in  the  Fourth  Year  of  the  123d 
Olympiad,  that  is,  about  285  Years  before 
Christ. 

Mefcbus  was  born  at  Syracufe,  and  was  the 
Difciple  of  Bion,  as  was  before  obferved, 
Suidas  will  have  him  to  have  been  a  Profef- 
for  of  Grammar  at  Syracufe  :  But  it  is  cer- 
tain, that  when  he  wrote  his  beautiful  Eiegy  on 
the  Death  of  his  Mafter,  his  Refidencc  was* 
among  the  Italians,  (though  perhaps  in  thofe 
Parts  that  lie  over  againft  Sicily,  called  Great 
Creect)  j  and  probably  he  fucceeded  him  in  go- 
K  5  verning 


202  THE  LIVES  OF 
vcrning  the  Poetic  School.  Some  Critics  have 
formerly  affertcd,  that  Mofchus  and  Theocritus  are 
the  fame  PerTon  ;  t>ut  they  are  fufflciently  con- 
futed by  a  Paffage  in  the  Elegy,  where  Mofchus 
introduces  Theocritus  bewailing  the  fame  Mif- 
fortune  in  another  Country  which  he  was  la- 
menting in  Italy. 

**  The  few  Remains  of  thefe  two  Poets,"  fays 
Ker.net,  "  are  reckoned  among  the  fweeteft  Pie- 
1C  ci»  of  the  antient  Delicacy.  They  feem,  in  a 
■**  great  Meafure,  to  have  neglecled  that  blunt 
•4  Rufticity  and  Plainnefs,  which  was  fo  admired 
•*  an  Art  of  their  great  Rival  Theocritus :  For 
"  they  always  aim  at  fomething  more  polite 
*'•  and  genteel,  though  equally  natural,  in  their 
**  Compofitions."  Mr.  Lcngepierre  obferves, 
that  "  the  Beauty  of  thefe  Jd)l!iumi  can  never 
**  be  fufficiently  admired.  If  I  dare  not,  fays  he,. 
••  affirm,  that  thefe  two  Poets  are  fuperior 
•*  to  Theocritus  himfelf ;  yet,  I  may  fafely 
*'  aver,  that  in  general  they  are  more  corref- 
«'■  pondent  to  the  Tafte  of  the  prefent  Age ; 
**  which  can  never  be  brought  to  relifh  that  ex- 
*«  treme  Simplicity,  which  abounds  in  Theo- 
**  critus.  Bion  and  Mofchus  are  not  lefs  natural 
*  than  he  is ;    but  though  their  Simplicity  is 

u  pure 


BION  and  MOSCHVS.      2 

"  pure  Nature,  it  is  lefs  ruftic,  and  more  ele- 
"  gant;  and  their  Poems,  having  a  more  plea- 
'*  fing  and  agreeable  Air,  one  may  with  Juftice 
u  affirm,  that  Bion  has  more  Grace,  Sweetnefs, 
"  and  Delicacy,  and  lefs  Rufticity  (if  I  may  be 
"  allowed  the  Expreffion)  than  Theocritus ;  and 
H  that  Mofcbus  keeps  the  middle  Track  between 
"  them  both.  However,  if  their  Works  are  not 
U  admitted  among  fome  for  fuch  true  Paftorals, 
'*  they  will  certainly  pafs,  among  the  beft  Judges, 
"  for  better  Poems." 

There  is  a  remarkable  Paper  in  the  Guardian  y 
No.  40.  containing  a  Parallel  between  the  Pafto- 
rals of  Mr.  Pope  and  Mr.  Philips  (by  the  way 
written  by  Pcpe  himfelf,  though  the  former  Papers 
on  Paftoral  Poetry  were  compofed  by  Mr.  Tide!/.) 
It  abounds  with  the  fineft  farcaftic  Irony,  which 
Philips  not  having  Penetration  enough  to  fee 
through,  made  an  Apology  to  Pope  on  the 
Occafion,  declaring  that  he  had  no  hand  in 
it,  nor  knew  the  Author.     It  concludes  thus  : 

*  After  all  that  has  been  faid,  I  hope  none  can 

•  think  it  any  Injuftice  to  Mr.  Pope  that  I  forbore 
4  to  mention  him  as  a  Paftoral-writer ;    fince, 

*  upon  the  whole,  he  is  of  the  fame  Clafs  with 

•  Mofcbus  and  Bion9  whom  we  have  excluded 

K  6  «tb*t 


204        THE    LIVES,    ^. 
«  that  Rank  j    and  of  whofe  Eclogues,  as  well 
«  as  fomc  of  VirgiFs,  it  may  be  faid,  that  they 
«  are   by  no   means  Paftorals,   but  fomething 
■  better.' 


THE 


7> 


THE 

IDYLLIUMS 

O    F 

B      I      O      N. 

Translated  from  the  Greek. 


Begin,  S  cilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Lay 

Alas !  the  Mufes  will  no  longer  ftay, 

No  longer  on  thefe  lovely  Coalls  abide  ; 

With  him  they  warbled,  and  with  him  they  died  : 

With  Bien  perifh'd  all  the  Grace  of  Song, 

And  all  the  KiiTes  of  the  fair  and  young  : 

The  little  Loves,  lamenting  at  his  Doom, 

Eeat  their  fair  Breads,  and  weep  around  his  Tomb. 

Moschus  on  the  Death  o/"Bjon. 


THE 

IDYLLIUMS 

O    F 

B       I       O       N. 

IDYLLIUM    I. 
ON   THE    DEATH  OF    ADONIS. 

rr~\H  E  Death  of  fair  Ad,nh  I  deplore  j 

***     The  lovely  Youth  Adonis  is  no  more  : 

The  cruel  Fates  have  cut  his  vital  Thread, 

And  all  the  Loves  lament  Adonis  dead. 

Ah  Venus !  never  more  in  Purple  reft,  5 

For  mournful  Sable  change  thy  flowery  Veft  ; 

Thy 

Idyllium   I. 

All  the  Beauties  and  Graces,  that  can  poflibly  em- 
bellifh  a  Poem  of  this  Nature,  arc  united  in  this  deli- 
cate Idyllium  :  And  therefore  the  moft  polite  Scholars, 
and  the  befl  Critics  of  every  Age,  have  defervedly 
eileemed  it  one  of  the  finefl  and  moft  perfect  Remains 
of  Antiquity. 

Ve*. 


208  BIO      N. 

Thy  beauteous  Bofom  beat,  thy  Lofs  deplore 
Aloud  with  Sighs,  Adonis  is  no  more  ! 

For  the  lov'd  Youth  thefe  copious  Tears  I  fhed, 
And  all  the  Cupids  mourn  Adonis  dead.        10 
Methinks  I  fee  him  on  the  Mountain  lie, 
TheBoar's  keenTufk  has  pierc'd  his  tenderThigh; 
Weltering  he  lies,  expiring  on  the  Ground, 
And  near  him  Venus  all  in  Sorrow  drown'd  ; 
I  fee  the  crimfon  Flood  faft  trickling  flow        15 
Down  his  white  Skin  that  vyes  with  winter  Snow  i 
I  fee  the  Luftre  of  his  Eyes  decay, 
And  on  his  Lips  the  Rofes  fade  away  : 
Yet  who  can  Venus  from  thofe  Lips  divide, 
Though  their  fweet  Rifles  with  Adonis  died  ?  20 
To  Venus  fweet,  ev'n  now  his  Breath  is  fled, 
Yet  all  her  Kifles  cannot  warm  the  dead. 

Ve  R .  20.  Though  their  fweet  K'^Jfes  -with  Adonis  died.} 
See  Mq/chus,  Ver.  97,  tf?c 

See  Vtnus  too  her  beauteous  Bofom  beat ! 
She  lov'd  her  Shepherd  more  than  Kiffes  fweet, 
More  than  thofe  laft  dear  Kifles  which  in  Death 
She  gave  Aeanis^  and  imbib'd  his  Breath, 

The 


B      I      O      N.  209 

The  Fate  of  fair  Adonis  I  deplore ; 
The  Loves  lament,   Adonis  is  no  more  ! 
A  deep  wide  Wound  is  in  hisThigh  impreft,  25 
But  Venus  bears  a  deeper  in  her  Breaft. 
His  Beagles  round  a  mournful  Howling  keep ; 
And  all  the  Dryads  of  the  Mountains  weep  : 
But  Penus,  quite  abandon'd  to  Defpair, 
Her  Locks  difhevell'd,  and  her  Feet  all  bare,  30 
Flies  through  the  thorny  Brake,  the  bryaryWood, 
And  ftains  the  Thickets  with  her  facred  Blood : 
With  piercing  Cries  Adonis  fhe  bewails, 
Her  darling  Youth,  along  the  winding  Vales  ; 
While  thcBlood,ftarting  from  his  woundedThigh, 
Streams  on  his  Breaft,and  leaves  a  crimfonDye.  3  6 
Ah  me  !  what  Tears  fair  Cytherea  fhed, 
And  how  the  Loves  deplor'd  Adonis  dead  I 
The  Queen  of  Love,  no  longer  now  a  Bride, 
Has  loft  her  Beauty  fince  Adonis  died  j  40 

Though  bright  theRadiance  of  her  Charms  before, 
Her  Lover  and  her  Beauty  are  no  more  ! 

The 


210  BIO      N. 

TheMountains  mourn, the  wavingWoods  bewail, 

And  Rivers  roll  lamenting  through  the  Vale  ; 

The  filver  Springs  defcend  in  Streams  ofWoe  45 

pown  the  high  Hills,  and  murmur  as  they  flow : 

And  every  Flower  in  drooping  Grief  appears 

Deprefs'd,  and  languifliingly  drown'd  in  Tears: 

While 

VeR-43-  The  Mountains  mourn,   tht  waving  Woods 
bewatl.] 

Virgil,  Eclogue  5. 

Da[hni,  tuum  inleritum  monies  /ylvaque  loqttuntur. 

The  Death  of  Daphxis  Woods  and  Hills  deplore. 

Dryden. 

And,  Eclogue  10. 

Ilium  etiam  lauri,  ;ll*m  etiamfe-vere  myric*, 
Pinifer  I  Hun  etiam /old  fub  ruj>e  jaeentetn 
Mttna'us,  iff  gelid'  fe-verunt  Jaxa  Lyctti. 

For  him  the  lofty  Laurel  Hands  in  Tears, 
And  hung  with  humidPearls  the  lowlyShrub  appears. 
Minahan  Pines  the  god-like  Swain  bemoan,        ") 
When  fpread  beneath  a  Rock  he  figh'd  alone  ;      > 
And  cold  Lycaus  wept  from  every  dropping  Stone.  J 

Dry  den. 

Ver.  44.    And  Rivers  roll  lamenting.]    See  the  Be- 
ginning of  Mo/cbus's  Idjllium  on  the  Death  of  Bion. 
Ve  R.47.  And  every  Flower  in  drooping  Grie/ 'appears.} 
Ye  drooping  Flowers,  difFufe  a  languid  Breath, 

And  die  with  Sorrow  at  fweet  Bionh  Death.. 

Mo/cbus. 
Ver. 


B      I      O      N.  2iz 

While  Vema  o'er  the.  Hills  and  Valley^  flies, 
And,  "  Ah  !  Adonis  is  no  more,"  me  cries.     50 
Along  the  Hills,  and  Vales,  and  vocal  Shore, 
Echo  repeats,  "  Adonis  is  110  more." 
Who  could  unmov'dthefe  piteous  Wailings  hear, 
Cr  view  the  love-lorn  Queen  without  a  Tear  ? 
Soon  as  fhe  faw  him  wounded  on  the  Plain,    55 
His  Thigh  diicolour'd  with  the  crimfon  Stain, 
Sghing  fhefaid,  and  dafp'd  him  as  he  lay, 
c  O  flay,  dear  haplefs  Youth  !  for  Venus  flay  ! 

"  Our 

Vi;  1.55-  Soon  asjh>:jazv  him  <wo1tirft  i  on  the  Plain] 
There  is  a  fimdar  beautiful  Defcription  in  Ovid's 

t\-lrra;:rjrrhoje-,  Cook  4.. 

But  when  her  View  her  bleeding  Love  confefs'd, 
She  fhiick'd,  fhe  tore  her  Hair,  ihe  beat  her  Breail ! 

i  raia'd  die  Body,  and  embrae'd  it  round, 
And  baih'd  with  Tears  unfeign'd  the  gaping  -Vound: 
Then  her  warm  Lips  to  the  cold  Face  aprly'd, 
*■  And  is  it  thus,  ah  !  thus  we  meet  ?"  (he  cry'd  f 
'•  My  Pyramus  !  whence  fprung  thy  cruel  Fate  ? 
"  My  PjraJHus  .'  ah  !  fpeak,  ere  'tis  too  late  : 
'•  I,  thy  own  Tbijbe,  but  one  Word  implore, 
"  One  Word  thy  Thijbt  never  afk'd  before." 
At  Tbijle'&  Name  awak'd,  he  open'd  wide 
His  dying  Kyes ;  with  dying  Eyes  he  try'd 
On  her  to  dwell,  but  clos'd  them  flow,  and  died 

Jdtifon. 

Ver. 


212  BIO      N. 

*'  Our  Breads  once  more  let  clofe  Embraces  join, 
**  And  let  me  prefs  my  glowing  Lips  to  thine.  60 
"  Raife,  lov'd  Adonis,  raife  thy  drooping  Head, 
*'  And  kifs  me  ere  thy  parting  Breath  be  fled, 
"  The  laft  fond  Token  of  Affection  give, 
<«  O  !  kifs  thy  Venus,  while  the  KifTes  live; 
«*  Till  in  myBreaft  I  draw  thy  lingeringBrcath,65 
"  And  with  my  Lips  imbibe  thy  Love  in  Death. 
"  This  farewell  Kifs,which  forrowingthus  I  takf, 
M  I'll  keep  for  ever  for  Adoni?  fake. 
M  Thee  to  the  Shades  the  Fates  untimely  bring 
"  Before  the  drear,  inexorable  Kingi  70 

«  Yet 

Ve  R  .69 .  Thee  to  tbeSbades  tbeFates  untimelybritig,$cc] 
Virgil  fays  cfOrfbeus,  Georg.  B.  4. 

Manefque  adiit,  regemque  tremendum, 

Nefciaque  bumanis  precibi/s  manfuefcere  corda. 

Ev'n  to  the  dark  Dominions  of  the  Night 
He  took  his  Way,  through  Forefts  void  of  Light ; 
And  dar'd  amidft  the  trembling  Ghofts  to  firtg, 
A  ad  flood  before  th'  inexorable  King.  Dryden. 


B      I      O      N.  213 

"  Yet  flill  I  live  unhappy  and  forlorn  ; 
"  How  hard  my  Lot  to  be  a  Goddefs  born  ! 
"  Take,  cruel  Proferpine,  my  lovely  Boy, 
«*  Since  all  that's  form'd  for  Beauty,  or  for  Joy, 
"  Defcends  to  thee,  while  I  indulge  my  Grief,  75 
"  By  fruitlefs  Tears  folliciting  Relief. 
"  Thou  dy'ft,  AdoKtSy  and  thy  Fate  I  weep, 
"  Thy  Love  now  leaves  me, like  a  Dream  in  Sleep, 
"  Leaves  me  bereav'd,  no  more  a  blooming  Bride, 
"  With  unavailing  Cupids  at  my  Side.  80 

«  With 

Ver.  72.    How  hardy  &c]     Thus  Spetifer,  Fairy 
Queen,  B.  3.  C.  4.  St.  38. 

O  !  what  avails  it  of  immortal  Seed 
To  been  ybred,  and  never  born  to  die  ? 
For  better  I  it  deem  to  die  with  fpeed, 
Than  wafte  in  Woe,  and  wailful  Miferie. 

VfR.  74.  Since  all  that's  for  m'd for  Beauty,orfor  "Joy, 
Defends  to  thee] 

Thus  Catullus, 

At  vohis  male  ft,  mala  tenebrte 
Orcit  qu<*  omnia  bella  dev oralis. 

Ah  !  Death,  relentlefs  to  deftroy 
All  that's  form'd  for  Love  or  Joy. 

Via. 


214  BIO      N. 

*«  With  thee  my  Zone,  which  coldeft  Hearts 

could  warm, 

«'  Loft  every  Grace,  and  all  its  Power  to  charm. 

"  Whydidft  thou  urge  the  Chace,  and  rafhlydare 

u  T"  encounter  Beads,  thyfelf  fo  wond'rous  fair  V 

Thus  Venus  mourn'd,  and  Tears  inceffant  filed, 

And  all  the  Loves  bewail'd  Adonis  dead  ;     86 

Sighing  they  cry'd,  "  Ah  !  wretched  Queen, 

deplore 
'*  Thy  Joys  all  fled,  Adonis  is  no  more." 
As  many  Drops  :of  Blood,  as  from  the  Wound 
Of  fair  Adonis  trickled  on  the  Ground,  90 

So 

Ver.  Si.   Wth  thee  my  Zone,  &c]     The    Cejlus  of 
Venus  is  thus  defcribed  by  Homer  : 

H, kxi  octto  rriQiatytv  shvcrotro  Kerov,K.r.%.  Iliad I 4..V .21 4. 

She  from  her  fragrant  Breaft  the  Zone  unbrac'd, 
With  various  Skill  and  high  Embroidery  grac'd  : 
In  this  was  every  Art,  and  every  Charm, 
To  win  thewifeir,  and  the  coldeft  warm  : 
Fond  Love,  the  gentle  Vow,  the  gay  Defire, 
rl  he  kind  Deceit,  the  Mill  furvjving  Fire, 
Perfuafive  Speech,  and  more  perfuafive  Sighs, 
Silence  that  fpoke,  and  Eloquence  of  Eyes.      Pope. 

VlR. 

4 


B      I      O       N.         215 

So  many  Tears  (he  fried  in  copious  Showers  : 
Both-  Tears  and  Drops  of  Blood  were  turn'd  to 

Flowers. 
From  thefe  in  crimfon  Beauty  fprung  the  Rofe, 
Caerulean-bright  Anemonies  from  thofe. 

The  Death  of  fair  Adonis  I  deplore,  95 

The  lovely  Youth  Adonis  is  no  more. 
No  longer  in  lone  Woods  lament  the  dead, 
O  Queen  of  Love  !  behold  the  ftately  Bed, 
On  which  Adonis,  now  depriv'd  of  Breath, 
Seems  funk  in  Slumbers,  beauteous  ev'n  in  Death. 

Drefs 

V e  R .  g 3 .  From  thefe  in  crimfonBeauty  fpru  >g  theK.ofe!\ 
Some  Authors  fay,  that  Anemonies,  and  notRofes, 

fprung  from  the  Blood  of  Adonis.     See  Ovid's  Meta- 

morpb.  Book  10.  at  the  End. 

Where  the  Blood  was  flied, 
A  Flower  began  to  rear  its  purple  Head  : 
Such  as  00  Punic  Apples  is  reveal'd, 
Or  in  the  filmy  Rind  but  half  conceal'd. 
Still  here  the  Fate  of  lovely  Forms  we  fee, 
So  fudden  fades  the  fweet  Anemony. 
The  feeble  Stems,  to  ftormy  Blafts  a  Prey, 
Their  fickly  Beauties  droop,  and  pine  away. 
The  Winds  forbid  the  Flowers  to  flourifh  long, 
Which  owe  to  Winds  their  Name  in  Grecian  Song. 

Eufden. 


216  BIO      N. 

Drefs  him,  fair  Goddcfs,  in  the  fofteft  Veft,   101 
In  which  he  oft  with  thee  difTolv'd  to  Reft  j 
On  golden  Pillow  be  his  Head  reclin'd, 
And  let  pad  Joys  be  imag'd  in  thy  Mind.       104 
Though  Death  the  Beauty  of  his  Bloom  devours, 
Crown  him  with  Chaplets  of  the  faireft  Flowers  j 
Alas !  the  Flowers  have  loft  their  gaudy  Pride, 
With  him  they  flourifh'd,  and  with  him  they  died. 
With  odorous  Myrtle  deck  his  drooping  Head, 
And  o'er  his  Limbs  the  fweeteft  EfTence  fhed :  1 1 0 
Ah  !  rather  perifti  every  rich  Perfume, 
The  fweet  Adonis  perifh'd  in  his  Bloom. 
Clad  in  a  purple  Robe  Adonis  lies ; 
Surrounding  Cupids  heave  their  Breads  with  Sighs, 

Their 


Ver.  114.  Surrounding  Cupids  heave  their  Breaf.s 
ivitb  Sighs. ] 

Mo/ihus  imitates  this  in  his  Poem  on  the  Death  cf 
Bion :  4 

The  little  Loves,  lamenting  at  his  Doom, 
Beat  their  fair  Breads,  and  weep  around  his  Tomb. 

Thus 


B      1      O      N.  217 

Their  Locks  they  (hear,  Excefs  of  Grief  to  fhow, 

They  fpurn  theQuiver,and  they  break  theBow.  116 

Some  loofe  his  Sandals  with  officious  Care, 

Some  in  capacious  golden  Veflels  bear 

The 

Thus  Ovid, 

Ecce  puer  Veneris  fert  everfamque  pbaretram, 

Et  /ratios  arcus,  &  fine  luce  facem. 
Jfpice  djm'-JJls  ut  eat  miferabilis  a /is, 

Pecloraque  infejld  tundit  aperta  inanu. 
Escipiunt  lacrymas  fparji  per  colln  capilli, 

Oraquefingultu  concutiente fonant .  Amor.  B.3.  El.g. 

See  Venus'  Son  his  Torch  extinguifh'd  brings, 

His  Quiver  all  revers'd,  and  broke  his  Bow ; 
See,  penfive  how  lie  droops  with  flagging  Wings, 

And  ftrikes  his  bared  Bofom  many  a  Blow. 
Loofe  and  neglected,  fcatter'd  o'er  his  Neck, 

His  golden  Locks  drink  many  a  falling  Tear  : 
What  piteous  Sobs,  as  if  his  Heart  would  break, 
Shake  his  fwoln  Cheek  ?  Ah  Sorrow  too  fevere ! 

Anon. 
Ver.  115.  Their  Lech  they  pear,  &c]  For  the  Ce- 
remony of  cutting  oft"  the  Hair  in  Honour   of  the 
dead,  fee  the  Notes  on  the  Second  Epigram  of  Sappho. 

Ve  r  .  118.  So?ne  in  capacious  go 'dm  VcJJels  bear 
The  cleaning  Water ,  &c.J 

The  Cuftom  of  warning  the  dead  is  very  antient.  At 
the  latter  End  of  the  Fourth  took  of  the  JBneid, 
Anna  fays  of  the  Body  ©f  her  Sifter  Dido, 

date  vulnera  Ijmphis 
Abluam,  C3*,  extremus  ft  quis/uper  halitus  errat, 
On  Ugam.  ■  ■   ■   ■ 

L  Bri  )g. 


218  &      10      N. 

The  cleanfing  Water  from  the  cryftal  Springs  ; 

This  bathes  his  Wound,  that  fans  him  with  his 
Wings.  x  29 

For  Venus*  fake  the  pitying  Cupids  fhed 
A  Shower  of  Tears,  and  mourn  Adonis  dead. 
Already  has  the  Nuptial  God,  difmay'd, 

Quench'd  his  bright  Torch,  for  all  his  Garlands 
fade. 

No  more  are  joyful  Hymenaeals  fung,  125 

But  Notes  of  Sorrow  dwell  on  every  Tongue ; 

While 
Tiring*  bring  me  Water  ;  let  me  bathe  in  Death 
Her  bleedingWounds,  and  catch  her  parting  Breath. 

Pitt. 
TheCuflom  of  catching  the  parting  Breath  may  be 
compared  with  the  6qth  and  6(th  Verfes  above,  Till 
in  my  Breaji,  Sec.  See  a  beautiful  Complaint  made 
by  the  Mother  of  Euryalus,  in  the  AZneid,  Book  o. 
Ver.  486. 

• vec  te  tua  funera  mater 

Produxi,  prejji've  oculos,   ant  wulnera  lwviy  C5r. 

Nor  did  thy  Mother  clofe  thy  Eyes  in  Death, 
Compofe  thy  Limbs,  nor  catch  thy  parting  Breath  ; 
Nor  bathe  thy  gaping  Wounds,  nor  cleanfe  theGore, 
*  Nor  throw  the  rich  embroider'd  Mantle  o'er.    Pitt. 

V  1. R •  1  20,  that  fan;  h':m  with  his  Wings. ~\ 

— Cupid  caught  my  trembling  Hand, 
And  with  his  Wings  my  Face  he  fann'd. 

Anacrecn,  Ode  7. 
Ver. 


B      I      O       N.  219 

While  all  around  the  general  Grief  partake 
For  lov'd  Adonis^  and  for  Hymen's  fake. 
With  loud  Laments  the  Graces  all  deplore, 
And  cry,  *  The  fair  Adonis  is  no  more.'     130 
The  Mufes*>  wailing  the  wild  Woods  among, 
Strive  to  recall  him  with  harmonious  Song  : 
Alas  !  no  Sounds  of  Harmony  he  hears, 
For  cruel  Profcrpine  has  clos'd  his  Ears. 
Ceafe,  Venus,  ceafe,  thy  foft  Complaints  forbear, 
Referve  thy  Sorrows  for  the  mournful  Year.  136 

IDYL- 

Ver  .  I  36.  Referve  thy  Sorrows  for  the  mournful  Year. ~\ 
The  Time  appointed  for  mourning  for  the  dead, 
among  the  Antients,  was  ten  Months ;  which  was  ori- 
ginally the  Year  both  of  the  Greeks  and  Romans. 

The  Anniverfary  of  the  Death  of  Adcnis  was  cele- 
brated through  the  whole  Pagan  World.  The  An- 
tients differ  greatly  in  their  Accounts  of  this  Divinity. 
Plutarch  maintains,  that  he  and  Bacchus  are  the  fame  ; 
and  that  the  'Jews  abftained  from  Swine's  Flefli,  be- 
caufe  Adjnis  was  killed  by  a  Boar.  Aufonius,  in  Epi- 
gram 30,  affirms,  that  Bacchur,  Ofiris,  and  Adonis,  are 
one  and  the  fame.    Langhome. 

Ovid  makes  Venus  inftitute  this  Feftival,  Metamorph. 
Book  10.  at  the  End. 

lutlus  monumenta  manehunt 

Semper  y  Adoni,  mei,  repctitaque  mortis  imago 

Annua  plcngoris  feraget  ftmulamina  nojlri. 

L  2  For 


220    B      I      O      N. 

IDYLLIUM  II. 
CUPID  AND    THE    FOWLER. 

A     Youth,  once  fowling  in  a  flbady  Grove, 

On  a  tall  Box- tree  fpy'd  the  God  of  Love, 

Perch'd  like  a  beauteous  Bird  -y   with  fudden  Joy 

At  Sight  fo  noble  leap'd  the  fimple  Boy, 

With  eager  Expedition  he  prepares  5 

His  choiceft  Twigs,  his  Bird-lime,  and  his  Snares, 

And  in  a  ncighb'ring  Covert  fmil'd  to  fee 

Bow  here  and  there  he  fkipt,  and  hopt  from  Tree 

to  Tree. 

When  long  in  vain  he  waited  to  betray 

The  God,  enrag'd  he  flung  his  Twigs  away,  ia 

For  thee,  loft  Youth,  my  Tears,  and  reftlefs  Pain, 
Shall  in  immortal  Monument*  remain  : 
With  folemnPomp,  in  annual  Rites  return'd, 
Be  thou  for  ever,  my  Admit y  mourn'd.  Eufdtn. 

I  D  Y  L  L  I  U  M     II. 
Spen/er  has  imitated   this  Idy  Ilium,  in  his  Shepherd"1* 
Calendar  for  the  Month  of  March,  but  in  a  Language 
too  harfh  for  modern  Ears. 

VEa.  8.  Hozv  here  and  there  he  J&ipt,  and  hopt  from 
Tree  to  Tree.  J 
The  original  Greek,  T«  k«(  t«  to-j  E^utu  ^.ttoiK^iwiy 
admirably  defcribes  a  Bird  hopping  about  from 
Bough  to  Bough,  which  the  Tranflator  has  endea- 
voured to  imiute. 

And 


B       1      O      N.  221 

Andtoa  Plough-man  near,  an  antientMan, 
Of  whom  he  learn'd  his  Art,  the  Youngfter  ran, 
Told  theftrange  Story,  while  he  held  his  Plough, 
And  fhow'd  the  Bird  then  perch'd  upon  a  Bough. 
The  grave  old  Plough-man  archly  (hook  his  Head, 
Smil'd  at  the  fimple  Boy,  and  thus  he  faid  :  16 
"  Ceafe,  ceafe,  my  Son,  this  dangerous  Sport  give 

o'er, 
"  Fly  far  away,  and  chafe  that  Bird  no  more  : 
f'  Bleft  mould  you  fail  to  catch  him  ! — Hence, 

away  ! 
tf  That  Bird,  believe  me,  is  a  Bird  of  Prey  :     20 
"  Though  now  he  feems  to  fliun  you  all  he  can, 
"  Yet,  foon  as  Time  fhali  lead  you  up  to  Man, 
'*  He'll  fpread  his  fluttering  Pinions  o'er  your 

Breaft, 
"  Perch  on  your  Brow,  and  in  your  Bofom  nefl." 

L  3  IDYL- 


222  B       I      O       N. 

IDYLLIUM    III. 
THE    TEACHER    TAUGHT. 

A    S  late  I  flumbering  lay,  before  my  Sight 
■**•  Bright  Venus  rofe  in  Vifions  of  the  Night : 
She  led  young  Cupid ;  as  in  Thought  profound 
His  modeft  Eyes  were  fix'd  upon  the  Ground; 
And  thus  (he  fpoke  :  "  To  thee,  dear  Swain,  I 
bring  5 

"  My  little  Son ;  inftrucl  the  Boy  to  fing." 
No  more  (he  faid;  butvanilh'd  into  Air, 
And  left  the  wily  Pupil  to  my  Care  : 
T,  fure  I  was  an  Ideot  for  my  Pains, 
Began  to  teach  him  old  bucolic  Strains ;  10 

How  Pan  the  Pipe,  how  Pallas  form'd  the  Flute, 
Phcebus  the  Lyre,  and  Mercury  the  Lute  : 
Love,  to  my  Leflbns  quite  regardlefs  grown, 
Sung  lighter  Lays,  and  Sonnets  of  his  own, 

I  D  Y  L  L  I  U  M     III. 

This  beautiful  IJyUium,  which  in  a  pleafing  Fic- 
tion defcribes  the  Tower  of  Love,   is  preferved  by 

Stoba'us.  ^,,  ,  . 

Th  Amours 


B      1      O      N.  223 

TV  Amours  of  Men  below,  and  Gods  above,  1 5 
And  all  the  Triumphs  of  the  Queen  of  Love. 
I,  fure  the  fimplcft  of  all  Shepherd-fwains, 
Full  foon  forgot  my  old  bucolic  Strains ; 
The  lighter  Lays  of  Love  my  Fancy  caught, 
And  I  remember 'd  all  that  Cupid  taught.  20 

IDYLLIUM    IV. 
THE    POWER    OF   LOVE. 

rT^H  E  facred  Nine  delight  in  cruel  Lwe^ 

Tread  in  hisSteps,and  all  hisWays  approve  t 
Should  fome  rude  Swain,  whom  Love  could  ne'er 

refine, 
Woo  the  fair  Mufes,  they  his  Suit  decline  j 
But  if  the  love-fick  Shepherd  fweetly  fing,         5 
The  tuneful  Choir,  attending  in  a  Ring, 
Catch  the  foft  Sounds,  and  tune  the  vocal  Shell ; 
This  Truth  by  frequent  Precedent  I  tell : 
For  when  I  praife  fome  Hero  on  my  Lyre, 
Or,  nobly  daring,  to  a  God  afpire,  10 

L  4  In 


224  BIO      N. 

In  Strains  more  languid  flows  the  nervelefs  Song, 
Or  dies  in  faltering  Accents  on  my  Tongue  : 
But  when  with  Love  or  Lycidas  I  glow, 
Smooth  are  my  Lays,  the  Numbers  fweetly  flow. 

IDYLLIUM    V. 

LIFE    TO    BE    E  NJOTE  D. 

IF  MerTt  only  ftamps  my  former  Lays, 
And  thofe  alone  fhall  give  me  deathlefsPraife: 
But  if  ev'n  thofe  have  loft  their  bright  Applaufe, 
Why  ftiould  I  labour  thus  without  a  Caufe  ? 
For  if  great  Jove  or  Fate  would  ftretch  our  Span,  5 
And  give  of  Life  a  double  Share  to  Man, 
One  Part  to  Pleafures  and  to  Joy  ordain, 

And  vex  the  other  with  hard  Toil  and  Pain  ; 

With. 

Idyllium  IV. 

VeR.  12.  Or  dies  in  faltering  Accents  on  my  Tongue.'] 
Sappho's  Situation  is  much  the  fame,  though  on  a  dif- 
ferent Occafion.    See  Stanza  2d  : 

While  gazing  on  thy  Charms  I  hung, 
My  Voice  died  faltering  on  my  Tongue. 
Jnacreons  Firit  Ode  bears  a  great  Similitude  to 
this  Idyllium. 

Idyllium   V. 
This  Fragment  is  preferved  by  Stobaus. 

Ver. 


B      I      O      N.  225 

With  fweet  Complacence  we  might  then  employ 
Our  Hours,  for  Labour  ftill  enhances  Joy.  io 
But  fince  of  Life  we  have  but  one  fmall  Share, 
A  Pittance  fcant  which 
Why  (hould  we  wafte 


ive  but  one  fmall  Share,  -| 

l  daily  Toils  impair,        > 

it  in  Purfuit  of  Care  ?     J 


Ve  eu  1 1 .  Butfince  of  Life  nve  ha<ve  but  onefmallSbart.] 
Viteefumma  brews  f^em  nos  <vetat  incboare  longam. 

Hor.  L.  1.  Od.  4. 

Life's  fhort,  fleeting  Span 

Allows  no  long  protracted  Plan.       Duncomht. 

Nonfemper  idem  floribus  eft  honos,  (sV. 
quid  a  terms 
Confiliis  animamfatigas?  L.  2.   Od.  11, 

Not  always  vernal  Flowers  their  Pride  retain, 
And  full-orb'd  Moons  are  iuie  to  wane  : 
Why  tire  we  then  the  narrow  Mind, 
For  Cares  eternal  too  confin'd  ?  Duncombe. 

Thus  Manilius, 

Quid  tamfollicitis  vitam  con/umimus  annis, 
'Torquemurque  metu,  c&caque  cupidit,e  rerumy 
j&ternijquefenes  citris,  dum  quarimus,  at'urn 
Perdimus  ;  iff  nullo  <votor:im  fine  beati, 
Viiluros  agimus  fem/>er,  nee  njivimus  unquam  ? 

Why  do  we  thus  confume  our  Years 
In  blind  Defires,  and  anxious  Fears  ? 
For  in  the  Search,  grown  grey  with  Pain, 
We  lofe  the  Blifs  we  ftrive  to  gain  : 
And  thus,  abforb'd  by  diftant  Views, 
In  Thoughts  of  living,  Life  we  lofe.  D. 

L  5  Why 


226  BIO      N. 

Why  do  we  labour  to  augment  our  Store, 
The  more  we  gain,  flill  coveting  the  more  ?   15 
Alas  !  alas  !  we  quite  forget  that  Man 
Is  a  mere  Mortal,  and  his  Life  a  Span. 

I  D  Y  L  L  I  U  M    VI. 

CLEQDAMUS    AND    MYRSON. 

Cleodamus. 
PAY,  in  their  Courfes  circling  as  they  tend, 
^  What  Sea/on  is  moft  grateful  to  my  Friend? 
Summer,  whofe  Suns  mature  the  teeming  Ground, 
Or  golden  Autumn,  with  full  Harvefts  crown'd  ? 
Or  Winter  hoar,  when  foft  reclin'd  at  Eafe,      5 
The  Fire  fair-blazing,  and  fweet  Leifure  pleafe? 
Or  genial  Spring,  in  blooming  Beauty  gay  ? 
Speak,  Myrfon,  while  around  the  Lambkins  play. 

Myrson. 
It  ill  becomes  frail  Mortals  to  define 

What's  beft  and  fitted  of  the  Works  divine ;  10 

The  Works  of  Nature  all  are  grateful  found, 

And  all  the  Seafons  in  their  various  Round. 

But 


B      1      O      N.  227 

But  fince  my  Friend  demands  my  private  Voice, 
Then  learn  the  Seafon  that  is  Myrfon's  Choice. 
Me  the  hot  Summer's  fultry  Heats  difpleafe  j     15 
Fell  Autumn  teems  with  peftilent  Difeafe ; 
Tempeftuous  IVtnUr's  chilling  Frofts  I  fear; 
But  wifli  for  purple  Spring  through  all  the  Year. 
Then  neither  Cold  nor  Heat  molefts  the  Morn  j 
But  rofy  Plenty  fills  her  copious  Horn  :  20 

Then  burftingBuds  their  odorous  Blooms  difplay, 
And  Spring  makes  equal  Night,  and  equal  Day. 

IDYL- 


Idyilium   VI. 

Ver.  18.  But  wjb  for  purple  Spring  through  all  tht 
Tear.] 

Bt  nunc  omnis  ager,  nunc  omnxs  parturit  arbos> 
NuncfrondentJyl<v<e,  nunc  fortnojtjjimus  annus. 

Virg.  Eel.  3. 

The  Trees  are  cloath'd  with  Leaves,  the  Fields  with 

Grafs ; 
The  BlofToms  blow;  the  Birds  on  Bufhes  fing ; 
And  Nature  has  accomplifh'd  all  the  Spring.  Dryden. 

L  6  Idyl- 


,228  B      I      O      N. 

IDYL  LIU  M   VII. 

THE    EPITHALAM1UM  OF  ACHIL- 
LES   AND    DEIDAMIA. 

MYRSON  AND   LYCIDAS. 

•  Myrson. 
£»  AY,  wilt  thou,  £jy«Vtfj,fweetShepherd-fwain, 
**^  Begin  fome  Toothing,  foft  Sicilian  Strain, 
Such  as  the  Cyclops^  on  a  Rock  reclin'd, 
Sung  to  the  Sea-nymph,  to  compofehis  Mind, 
And  fent  it  in  the  Whifpers  of  the  Wind 

Lycidas. 

What  can  I  fing  that  Myrfon  will  commend  ? 

With  Pleafure  I  would  gratify  my  Friend. 

Myrson. 


Idyllium  VII. 

Ver.  3.  Such  as  the  Cyclops,  c5r.]  The  Fable  of 
Polyphemus  and  Ga'atea  has  furnifhed  Matter  for  fe- 
veral  Poets,  particularly  Theocritus  in  his  6th  and  1  lth 
Idyhiums,  and  Ovid  in  the  13  th  Book  of  the  Meta- 
mor^ho/es,  Fable  the  3th  ;  who  has  borrowed  freely 
From  Theocritus.     Se«  alfo  Bions  Sixth  Fragment. 

Ver. 


lind,  I 


}' 


B      I      0      N.  229 

MVRSON. 

Repeat  theSong  which  molt  myTafte  approves, 
Achilles'  flol'n  Embrace,  and  hidden  Loves  j 
How  the  bold  Hero  laid  his  Arms  afide,        -j  10 
A  Woman's  Robe  the  manly  Sex  belied, 
And  Deidamla  foon  became-his  Bride. 

Lycidas. 
When  with  fair  Helen  Paris  crofs'd  the  Deep, 

Brought  her  to  Treyy  and  made  Oenone  weep  ;  14 

The  injur'd  States  of  Greece  were  all  alarm'd, 

Spartans,  Myceniansy  and  Leconians  arm'd  j 

The  Treachery  flung  their  Souls,  and  bloody 

Vengeance  warm'd : 

In  clofe  Difguife  his  Life  Jchilles  led, 

Among  the  Daughters  of  King  Lycomed  : 

Inftead  of  Arms  the  Hero  learn'd  to  cull  20 

The  fnowy  Fleece,  and  weave  the  twilled  Wool. 

Like  theirs,  his  Cheeks  a  rofy  Bloom  difplay'd, 

Like  them  he  feem'd  a  fair  and  lovely  Maid  -3 

Ver.  9.  Achilles'  Jlol'n  Embrace,  &c]  The  Story 
of  Achilles  and  Deidamla  is  told  at  large  by  Statins  in 
the  Acbilleid. 

A 


230  BIO      AT. 

As  fofthis  Air,  as  delicate  his  Tread, 

Like  them  he  cover'd  with  a  Veil  his  Head :     25 

But  in  his  Veins  the  Tides  of  Courage  flow'd, 

And  Love's  foft  Paflion  in  his  Bofom  glow'd  ; 

By  Deidamia's  Side  from  Morn  to  Night 

He  fat,  and  with  ineffable  Delight 

Oft  kifs'd  her  fnow-white  Hand,  or  gently  prefs'd 

The  blooming  Virgin  to  his  glowing  Breaft.    3 1 

His  Soul  was  all  enraptur'd  with  her  Charms, 

Ardent  he  long'd  to  clafp  her  in  his  Arms  ; 

Oft  in  her  Ear  thefe  Words  enamour'd  faid, 

"  By  Pairs  your  Sifters  prefs  the  downy  Bed  ;  35 

"  But  we,  two  Maids  of  equal  Age  and  Bloom, 

"  Still  fleep  divided  in  a  feparate  Room. 

«'  Why  fhould  theNight,more  cruel  than  theDay, 

w  Steal  the  fweet  Virgin,  whom  I  love,  away  ? 

IDYL- 


B      I      O      N.  231 

IDYLLIUM    VIN. 

LOVE    RESISTLESS. 

QW  EET  Venus,  Daughter  of  the  Main, 
**-*  Why  are  you  pleas'd  with  Mortals  Pain? 
What  mighty  Trefpafs  have  they  done, 
That  thus  you  fcourge  them  with  your  Son  ? 
A  guileful  Boy,  a  cruel  Foe,  5 

Whofe  chief  Delight  is  human  Woe. 
You  gave  him  Wings,  alas !  and  Dart?, 
To  range  the  Work!,  and  moot  at  Hearts : 

For  Man  no  Safety  thus  is  found 

His  Flight  o'ertakes,  his  Arrows  wound.  10 

IDYL- 
Idtllium   VIII. 

Ver.  7.  To u  gave  him  Wings,  &c]    There  is  a  li- 
milar  Thought  in  a  Greek  Epigram  : 

Qevyt»  $V  Tot  TLgurx  xsvo;  &ovcr'   a  yag  «Xv|w 

Of  fhunning  Love  'tis  vain  to  talk, 
When  he  can  fly,  and  I  but  walk. 

Ver; 


232  BIO      N. 

IDYLLIUM    IX. 
FRIENDSHIP. 

/TpHrice  happy  they  !  whofe  friendly  Hearts 

.  "*"  can  burn 

With  pureft  Flame,  and  meet  a  kind  Return. 

With  dear  Piriih.su' t  as  Poets  tell, 

Thefeus  was  happy  in  the  Shades  of  Hell : 

Orejies*  Soul  no  Fears,  no  Woes  depreft ;  5 

'Midft  Scythians  he  with  Pylades  was  bleft. 

Bleft  was  Achilles  while  his  Friend  furviv'd, 

Bleft  was  Patroclus  every  Hour  he  liv'd  ; 

Bleft  when  in  Battle  he  refign'd  his  Breath, 

For  his  unconquer'd  Friend  reveng'd  his  Death.  1  o 

FRAG- 
Idyllium  IX. 

Ver.  9.  Bleft  nxihen  in  -Battle,  &c]  Longepierre  and 
Laurent  ius  Gambara  have  given  the  fame  Interpre- 
tation of  this  Pafiage;  and  it  feems  to  be  confirmed 
by  what  Patroclus  fays  to  Heflor,  m  the  Sixteenth 
Book  of  the  Iliad,  when  he  is  jufl  expiring : 

Infulting  Man  !  thou  (halt  be  foon  as  I ; 
Black  Fate  hangs  o'er  thee,and  thy  Hour  draws  nigh ; 
Ev'n  now  on  Life's  laft  Verge  I  fee  thee  ftand, 
I  fee  thee  fall,  and  by  Acbilk?  Hand.  Pope. 

This 


FRAGMENTS 

O    F 

B         I         O         N. 

FRAGMENT   I. 
ON     HYACINTHUS. 

TPVEfponding  Sorrow  feiz'd  Apollo *s  Heart ; 

All  Cures  he  try'd,  and  pra&is'd  everyArt ; 

With  Neclar  and  Ambrofia  drefl  the  Wound  : 

Ufelefs,  alas  !  all  Remedies  are  found, 

When  Fate  with  cruel  Shears  encompafTes  a- 

round. 

FRAG- 

This  is  a  fmall  Fragment  of  an  Idylliiim  on  the 
Death  of  Hyadnthus,  whom  Apollo  unfortunately  flew 
as  he  was  playing  with  him  at  Quoits. 

Ver.  2.  All  Cures  he  try'd,  and pra8is*d  every  Art.] 
A}  olio  is  faid  to  have  invented  Phyiic :  He  tells 
Daphne,   Ov.J.  Mttamorph.   Book  I. 

Inventum  medicina  sneum  ejl,  opiferque  per  orient 
Dicor,  &  herbarum  fubjeita  p?ie*tia  nobis. 

Medicine  is  mine  ;  what  Herbs  and  Simples  grow  "% 
In  P'iclds  and  Forefts,  all  their  Powers  I  know  ;  % 
And  am  the  great  Phylician  call'd,  below.  J 

Dryden. 
Fr  A  G- 


234         BIO      N. 

FRAGMENT    II. 

rjTMl  U  S  to  the  Smith  it  is  not  fair, 
**•     My  Friend,  for  ever  to  repair, 
And  ftill  another's  Aid  to  afk  : 
Make  your  own  Pipe ;  'tis  no  fuch  arduous  Talk. 

FRAGMENT    III. 

TNvite  the  Mufes,  Love,  and  in  your  Train, 
"*"  Ye  facred  Mufes,  bring  me  Love  again  ! 
And  ever  grant,  my  Wifhes  to  complete, 
The  Gift  of  Song— No  Remedy  fo  fweet ! 

F  RAG- 
Fragment  II. 
I  have  always  thought,  that  this  Fragment  mould 
be  underftood,  allegorically,  of  thofe  who,  though  they 
have  Riches  (or  Talents)   in  Abundance,  yet  make 
noUfeofthem.     LongepUrre. 

Fragment   III. 

Thus  Apcllo,  in  Ovid,  Met<morph.  B.  I. 

Hei  mihi,  qmd  nullis  amor  eft  medicabilh  herb's  f 

To  cure  the  Pains  of  Love,  no  Plant  avails.  Drydcn. 

Frag- 


I 


BIO      iV.         235 

-     FRAGMENT    IV. 

Ncefiant  Drops,  as  Proverbs  fey, 
Will  wear  the  hardeft  Stones  away. 

FRAGMENT    V. 


/'"XN  a  fteep  Cliff,  befide  the  fandy  Beach, 
^"^  Sudden  1  flop,  and,  whifpering  foft,  befeech 
Relentlefs  Galatea  j  ev'n  in  Age 

Love  ftill  ftiall  bloom,  and  ftill  my  Hopes  engage. 

FRAG- 
Fragment   IV. 

This  Proverb  is  common  aimoft  to  every  Nation. 
Thus  OW, 

£>uid  magis  eji  durum  fa  xo,  quid  rro'liui  undd  ? 
Dura  tamen  molh fax  a  cans  ant  ur  aqua. 
And, — Gutta  cavat  lapidem  non  vi,  fsdfape  cadendo. 

Fragment  V. 
This  Teems  to  have  been  Part  of  a  Speech  of  Poly- 
phemus, in  an  Idyl  Hum  on  the  Subject  of  Acts  and  Ga- 
latea; which  Ovid  probably  imitated  in  his  Meta- 
mortb,  B.  13.  For  fimilar  to  this  Fragment  are  the 
following  Lines : 

— gradient  ingenti  lit  tor  a  paffu 
Degravat 

with  {talking  Pace  he  ftrode, 


And  ftamp'd  the  Margin  of  the  briny  Flood. 

And, 


236  BIO      N. 

FRAGMENT   VI. 

T  ET  me  not  pafs  without  Reward  ! 
"■""*  For  Phoebus  on  each  tuneful  Bard 
Some  Gift  beftows  :  The  nobleft  Lays 
Are  owing  to  the  Third  of  Praife. 


I 


FRAGMENT    VII. 

N  Beauty  boafts  fair  Woman-kind  j 
Man,  in  a  firm,  undaunted  Mind. 


And, — Prominet  in  ponlum,  &c. 

A  Promontory,  fharpening  by  Degrees, 

Ends  in  a  Wedge,  and  overlooks  the  Seas : 

On  either  Side,  below,  the  Water  flows  ; 

This  airy  Walk  the  Giant  Lover  chofe.-        Drydcn. 

Fragment  VII. 

Similar  to  this  is  the  Second  Ode  of  Anacreon  ;    for 
which  and  the  Notes  fee  Page  6. 


THE 


THE 

IDYLLIUMS 

O    F 

M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

Translated  from  the  Greek. 


O  Solitude,  on  me  beftow 
The  heartfelt  Harmony  of  Woe, 
Such,  fuch  as  on  th'  Aufonian  Shore 
Sweet  Dorian  Mofchut  trill'd  of  yore  ! 

Grainger's  Ode  on'SoL  itudr. 


THE 

I   D    Y   L   L   I    U   M   S 

O    F 

M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

IDYLLIUM    I. 
TN  Search  of  her  Son,  to  the  liftening  Crowd, 
■*"  T'otherDay  lovely  Venus  thus  cry'd  him  aloud : 
'  Whoever  may  chance  a  ftray  Cupid  to  meet, 
1  My  vagabond  Boy,  as  he  frrolls  in  the  Street, 

«  And 

Idtllium   I. 

This  beautiful  Idyllium  is   imitated  by  Spen/er,  in 
his  Fairy  Queen,  B.  3.  C.  6.   St.  11. 

It  fortuned,  fair  Venus  having  loft 

Her  little  Son,  the  winged  God  of  Love, 

Who  for  fome  light  Difpleafure,  which  him  croft, 

Was  from  her  fled,  as  flit  as  airy  Dove, 

And  left  her  blifsful  Bower  of  Joy  above  ; 

{So  from  her  often  he  had  fled  away, 

When  fhe  for  aught  him  fharply  did  reprove, 

And 


240       M   0    S   C  H  V  S. 

4  And  will  bring  me  the  News,  his  Reward  {hall 

be  this,  5 

6  He  may  freely  demand  of  fair  Venus  a  Kifsj 

'  But  if  to  my  Arms  he  the  Boy  can  reftore, 

*  He's  welcome  toKiffes,and  fomething  ftill  more. 

'His 

And  wander'd  in  the  World  in  ftrange  Array, 
Difguis'd  in  thoufand  Shapes,  that  none  might  him 
bewray.) 

Him  for  to  feek,  fhe  left  her  heavenly  Houfe, 
And  fearched  every  Way  through  which  hisWings 
Had  borne  him.  or  his  Tratt  ihe  mote  detett: 
She  promis'd  KifTes  fweet,  and  f.veeter  Things, 
Unto  the  Man,  that  of  him  Tidings  to  her  brings. 

Meleager  alfo  has  copied  this  fine  Original  of  Mo/- 
cbus,  and  given  us  a  Pifture  of  Cupid  much  in  the 
fame  Manner.     See  Anthologia,  B.  7.  Epig.  16. 

Kngvovu  rov  E^tTa,  x.  T.  A. 

I'm  in  Search  of  a  Cupid  that  late  went  aftray, 
And  Hole  from  my  Bed  with  the  Dawn  of  the  Day. 
His  Afpeft  is  bold,  his  Tongue  never  lies  ftill, 
And  yet  he  can  whine,  and  lias  Tears  at  his  Will. 
At  human  Misfortunes  he  laughs  and  he  fneers  ; 
On  his  Shoulders  a  Quiver  and  Pinions  he  wears  : 
'Til  unknown  from  what  Sire  he  deduces  his  Birth  ; 
'Tis  not  from  the  Air,  nor  the  Sea,  nor  the  Earth  ; 
For  he's  hated  by  all — but,  good  People,  beware  ; 
Perhaps  for  a  Heart  he's  now  laying  a  Snare — 
Ha,  ha,  cunning  Cupid,  I  fee  where  you  lie, 
With  your  Bow  ready  bent : — la  Zenopbila\  Eye. 

Ver. 


M  O  S  C  II  U  S.       241 

«  His  Maiks  are  fo  plain,  and  fo  many,you'll  own 

*  That  among  twenty  others  he's  eafily  known.  10 
c  His  Skin  is  not  white,  but  the  Colour  of  Flame  ; 
<  His  Eyes  are  moft  cruel,  his  Heart  is  the  fame  : 
'  His  delicate  Lips  with  Perfuafion  are  hung; 

*  But,ah!  how  they  differ, hisMind  and  hisTongue! 

*  His  Voice  fweet  as  Honey ;   but  nought  can 

controul,  15 

«  Whene'er  he's  rrovok'd,  his  implacable  Soul. 
■  He  never  fpeaksTruth,  full  of  Fraud  is  the  Boy  j 

*  And  Woe  is  his  Paftime,  and  Sorrow  his  Joy. 

'  His  Head  is  embellifh'd  with  bright  curlingHair; 
1  He  has  confident  Looks,  and  an  infolcnt  Air.  20 

V  E  R .  1 3  Si  1 4  His  del;  cat  chip  1  nuithPerfuaJion  are  bum  ', 
But,  ab  !  btrw  they  differ,  bis  Mind  and  bis 

Tongue  ! 
His  Voice  fnxeet  as  Honey.] 

Thus  the  royal  Pfalmiit,  P  a'm  55.  V'er  22.  'The 
«  Words  of  his  Mouth  are  foftcr  than  Butter,  having 
4  War  in  his  Heart ;    his  Woi^s  were  imoothcr  than 

*  Oyl,  and  yet  be  they  very  Swords.'  And  SoloHion, 
Proverbs,  Chap.  5.  Ver.  3.  *  Kcr  the  Lips  of  a 
'  llranse  Woman  drop  as  an  Honey-comb,  and  her 

*  Mouth  is  finootlier  than  Oyl.' 

M  *  Though 


242       M  O  S  C  H  V  ft 

'  Though  his  Hands  are  but  little,  yet  Darts  they 

can  fling 
«  To  the  Regions  below,  and  their  terrible  King. 
<  His  Body  quite  naked  to  View  is  reveaTd, 

*  But  he  covers  his  Mind,  and  his  Thoughts  are 

conceal'd.  24 

«  Like  aBird  light  of  Feather,  the  Branches  among, 
1  He  fkipshere  and  there,  to  the  old, to  the  young, 
«  From  the  Men  to  the  Maids  on  a  fudden  he  ftrays, 

*  And  hid  in  their  Hearts  on  their  Vitals  he  preys: 

*  The  Bow  which  he  carries  is  little  and  light, 

«  On  the  Nerve  is  an  Arrow  wing'd  ready  for  Flight, 
«  A  little  fhort  Arrow,  yet  fwiftly  it  flies  31 

<  Through  Regions  of  iEther,and  pierces  the  Skies. 
'  A  Quiver  of  Gold  on  his  Shoulders  is  bound, 

*  Stor'd  with  Darts,  that  alike  Friends  and  Ene- 

mies wound  : 

*  Ev'n  I,  his  own  Mother,  in  vain  ftrive*  tofhun 

'  His  Arrows — fo  fell  and  fo  cruel  my  Son.     36 

«  His  Torch  is  but  fmall,  yet  fo  ardent  its  Ray, 

«  It  fcorches  the  Sun,  and  extinguifhes  Day.      , 

4  O  you. 


M  O  S  C  H  U  S.       24s 

'  O  you,  who  perchance  may  the  Fugitive  find, 

*  Secure  firft  his  Hands, and  with  Manacles  bind]  40 

*  Show  the  Rogue  no  Companion,  though  oft  he 

appears 

*  To  weep— his  are  all  hypocritical  Tears. 

c  With  Caution  condud  him,  nor  let  him  beguile 
«  Your  vigilant  Care  with  a  treacherous  Smile. 

*  Perhaps 

Ver.  4i.  Show  the  Rogue  no  CompaJ^jn,  though  oft 
he  appears 
To  weep.] 

There  is  an  Epigram  of  Cnnagoms,  AnthoL  B.  4. 
Chap.  12.  which  may  illuflrate  this  PafTage:  It  is  on 
an  Image  of  Cupid  butvid. 

Perfidious  Wratch,  you  now  may  cry, 
And  wring  your  Hand;,  and  fob,  and  figh  : 
Who  now  your  Advocate  will  be? 
Who  now  from  Chains  will  fet  you  free  ? 
You  oft,  by  caufdefs  Doubts  and  Fear:, 
Frond  other  Eyc»  have  fore'd  the  Tears, 
And,  by  your  bitter-biting  Dats, 
InlliU'd  Love's  Poifon  into  Hems. 
'.)  Love,  who  latigh'd  at  humr.n  R..Ie>  ") 

all  your  Arts  elofiv*  fail,  y 

\  nd  Juftice  will  at  lail  prevail.  J 

M  2  Vep.. 


244       M  0  S  C  H  U  S. 

*  Perhaps  with  a  Laugh  Kifles  fweethe  will  proffer; 
«  HisKiiTesarePoifon,  ah!  fliun  the  vile  Offer.  46 

*  Perhaps  he'll  fay,  fobbing  :  "  No  Mifchief  I 

know  ; 
«  Here  take  all  my  Arrows,myDarts  and  myBow!" 

*  Ah !  beware,  touch  them  not— deceitful  his  Aim; 

*  His  Darts  and  his  Arrows  are  all  tipt  with  Flame.' 

IDYLLIUM    II. 
E      U      R      O      P      A. 

rT^HE  Queen  of  Love,on  amorousWiles  intent, 

A  pleafing  Dream  to  fair  Europa  fent. 
What  time  ftiil  Night  had  roll'd  the  Hours  away, 
And  the  frefh  Dawn  began  to  promife  Day, 

When 

VeR.  46.    His    Kijfes  are  Poi/ln.]       Thus   Firpl, 
..Eneid,  Book  1.  Ver.  687. 

Cum  dabit  ampltxus,  at  que  ofcula  dulciajiget, 
Occult um  inpires  igut/n,  fallajque  'venttio 

And  when  the  Queen  (hall  (train  thee  in  her  Arms, 
The  gentle  Paflion  by  Degrees  infpire 
Through  all  her  Brtaft,  then  fan  the  riling  Fire, 

And  kindle  all  her  Soul Pitt. 

. 

Idyl- 


M  O   S    C  H  U  S.       245 

When  balmy  Slumbers,  and  compofing  Reft,     5 
Clofe  every  Eye,  and  footh  the  penfive  Breaft, 
When  Dreams  and  Vifions  fill  the  bufy  Brain, 
Prophetic  Dreams,  that  never  rife  in  vain  : 

Idtllium   II. 

This  Poem  has  been  printed  in  Tome  of  the  moll 
ancient  Editions  of  1  beocritus ;  and  therefore  fome 
Critics  have  taken  it  fcr  granted  that  he  was  the 
.Author,  without  recolle&ing,  that,  in  the  Time  pf 
the  later"  Grecians,  all  the  ancient  Idylliums  were  col- 
lected together  in  one  Volume,  and  the  Name  of 
Ihtocritus  prefixed  to  the  whole:  On  which  Occafion 
there  is  an  Epigram  in  the  Antbologia,  afcribed  to 
Artcmidorut  : 

Buxi7jxm<;  pucrxs  (nro^ccot;  woxx,  tv*  a  a(Jtx  vsoutm 

The  Paft'ral  Mufes,  fcatter'd  o'er  the  Plains, 
A  fingle  Flock,  a  fingle  Fold  contacts. 

This  is  one  of  thofe  Idylliums  which  has  been  ad- 
judged to  Mojchus :  Befides  U-finui  tells  us  (as  we  are 
informed  by  Mr.  Hejkin)  '  that  in  two  vc: 
'  Manufcripts  which  he  had  feen,  one  bel 
1  the  Vatican,  the  other  to  the  Medici an  Lib.  ii  ,  he 
'  obferved,  that  the  Idyllium,  entitled  Eurdpa,  wa,  af- 
'  cribed  to  Mo/ bus.' 

Ver..  8.  Prophetic  Dreams,  that  neve/  rife  in  vain.] 

Pojl  mediant  noclem,   cum/omn'a  vera.       Hor.  B.  I. 
Sat.  jo. 

at  Dead  of  Night, 

When  Dreams  are  real ■         Cuncevtie. 

M  3  'Twas 


246       M  O  S   C  H  U  S. 

'Twas  then.Eurcpa,  as  fhe  fleeping  lay, 

Chafte  as  Diana,  Sifter  of  the  Day,  i* 

Saw  in  her  Caufe  the  adverfe  Shore  engag'd 

In  War  with  Afu  ;  terribly  they  rag'd  : 

Each  feem'd  a  Woman  j  that  in  foreign  Guife, 

A  Native  this,  and  claim'd  the  lovely  Prize 

With  louderZeal:' The  beauteousNymph,fhefaid, 

'  Her  Daughter  was,  and  in  her  Bofom  bred.'  16 

But  {be,  who  as  a  Stranger  was  array'd, 

Forc'd  to  her  Arms  the  unrcfifting  Maid ; 

Call'd  her  her  Right,  by  all  the  Powers  above, 

Giv'n  her  by  Fate,  and  Mgis- bearing  Jove.    20 

The  fair  Europa,  ft  ruck  with  fudden  Dread, 

All  pale  and  trembling  darted  from  her  Bed  j 

Silent  ftie  fat,  and  thought  the  Vifion  true, 

Still   feem'd   their  Forms   to  ftrive  before  her 

View : 

At  length  fhe  utter' d  thus  the  Voice  of  Fear  :  25 

"  Ye  Gods,  what  Spectres  to  my  Sight  appear  ? 

"  What  Dreams  are  thefe,  in  Fancy's  Livery  dreft, 

"  That  haunt  my  Sleep,and  break  my  golden  Reft? 

*'  And 


le  in  her  Arms  -> 
ftrange  Alarms,  > 
:s  from  Harms.  J 


M  0  S  C  H  U  S.       247 

44  And  who  that  Form  that  feem'd  fo  wond'rous 

kind  ? 
«•  The  dear  Idea  ftill  delights  my  Mind.  30 

M  She,  like  a  Mother,  prcfs'd  me  in  her  Arms 
M  But,OyeGods!  that  fend  fuch 
«*  Preferve  thefe  vifionary  Scenes 

She  faid,  and  lightly  from  her  Couch  fhe  fprung, 
Then    fought    her    Comrades,    beautiful    and 

yomg,  35 

Her  focial  Mates  }  with  them  fhe  lov'd  to  lave 
Her  Limbs  unblemifh'd  in  the  chryftal  Wave  j 
With  them  on  Lawns  the  fprightly  Dance  to  lead, 
Or  pluck  fweet  I  illies  in  the  flowery  Mead 
The  Nymphs  afiembled  foon,  a  beauteous  Band  ! 
With  each  a  curious  L'afket  in  her  Hand  ;        41 
Then  reach'd  thofe  Fields  where  oft  they  play'd 

before, 

The  fragrant  Fields  along  the  fea-beat  Shore, 

To  gather  Flowers,  and  hear  the  Billows  roar. 

Europa's  Bafket,  radiant  to  behold,  45 

The  Work  of  Pulcan,  was  compos'd  of  Gold  j 

M  4  H« 


248       M  O   S  C  H  U  S. 

He  gave  it  Libya,  mighty  Neptune's  Bride, 

She  Tthphaffa,  next  in  Blood  ally'd  j 

From  her  bequeathed  to  fair  Europa  came 

This  fplendid  Bafket  of  celeftial  Frame.  50 

Fair  in  the  Work  the  milk-white  Io  ftood 

In  roughen'd  Gold,  and  lowing  paw'd  the  Flood, 

(For  Vulcan  there  had  pour'd  the  azure  Main) 

A  Heifer  ftill,  nor  yet  transforrn'd  again. 

Two  Men  flood  figur'd  on  the  Ocean's  Brim,  55 

Who  watch'd  theCow,that  feem'd  inclin'd  to'fwim. 

jfove  too  appcard  enamour'd  on  the  Strand, 

Andftrok'd  the  lovely  Heifir  with  his  Hand  : 

Till,  on  the  Banks  of  Nile  again  array'd, 

In  native  Beauty  (hone  the  blooming  Maid  :    60 

The  fev'n-mouth'd  Nile  in  filvcr  Currents  roll'd, 

And  Jove  was  fculptur'd  in  refulgent  Gold. 


Ve  r  .  5 1 .  Tht  mUk-ivhite  Io.]  The  Fable  of  Io  is  told 
at  large  by  Ovid  in  the  Firft  Book  of  the  Metamor- 
pho/es,  and  finely  tranlktcd  by  Mr.  Dryden  ;  to  whom 
J  refer  the  curious  Reader,  the  Story  being  too  long 
to  infert  here. 

Near 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.       249 

Near  piping  Hermes  fleeplefs  Argus  lies, 
Watching  the  Heifer  with  his  hundred  Eyes  : 
From  Argus  flain  a  painted  Peacock  grew,      65 
Fluttering  his  Feathers  ftain'd  with  various  Hue, 
And,  as  a  Ship  expands  her  fwelling  Sail, 
He  round  the  Baflcet  fpread  his  (tarry  Tail. 
Such  were   the  Scenes  the  Lemnian  God  dif- 

play'd, 
And  fuch  the  Baflcet  of  the  Tyrian  Maid.  70? 

The  lovely  Damfels  gather'd  Flow'rets  bright, 
Sweet  to  the  Smell,  and  beauteous  to  the  Sight  > 
The  fragrant  Hyacinth  of  purple  Hue, 
Narcifius,  wild  Thyme,  and  the  Violet  blue  j 
Some  the  gilt  Crocus  or  pale  Lilly  chofe,        75 
But  fair  Europa  cropp'd  the  blooming  Rofe  ; 
And  all  her  Mates  excell'd  in  radiant  Mien, 
As  'midft  the  Graces  fhines  the  Cyprian  Queen* 
Not  long,  alas  !   in  thefe  fair  Fields  fhe  (hone, 
Nor  long  unloos'd  preferv'd  her  virgin  Zone  :  80 

M  5  S&tunkni 


250       M  0   S  C  H  U  S. 

Saturman  Jove  beheld  the  nvatchlefs  Maid, 
And  fudden  Tranfpe-rts  the  rapt  God  invade  j 


He 


VgR.8i.  Saturnian  Jove  lefald,  Sec.}  Ovid  hae 
told  the  Story  of  the  Rape  of  Europa  in  the  Second 
Book  of  the  Metatnorphojes  ;  which,  to  prevent  the 
Trouble  of  referring  to  the  particular  fimilar  Paflages, 
I  fhall  give  altogether  under  this  Note,  in  the  lan- 
guage of  Mr.  Addijcn.  The  En&lijh  Reader  will  fee 
at  one  View,  even  through  the  Medium  of  Tranf- 
lation,  how  cloftly  the  Roman  has  copied  the  Sicilian 
Bard. 

The  Dignity  of  Empire  laid  afide, 
The  Ruler  of  the  Skies,  the  thundering;  God, 
Who  fhakes  the  World's  Foundations  with  a  Nod, 
Among  a  Herd  of  lowing  Heifers  ran, 
Frilk'd  in  a  Bull,  and  bellow'd  o'er  the  Plain. 
Large  Rolls  of  Fat  about  his  Shoulders  clung, 
And  from  his  Neck  the  double  Dewlap  hung. 
His  Skin  was  whiter  than  the  Snow  that  lies 
TJnfully'd  by  the  Breath  of  Southern  Skies ; 
Small  (hining  Horns  on  his  curl'd  Forehead  fiand, 
As  turn'd  and  poliih'd  by  the  Workman's  Hand ; 
His  Eye-balls  roli'd,  not  formidably  blight, 
But  gaz'd,  and  languilh'd  with  a  gentle  Light. 
His  every  Look  was  peaceful,  and  expreft 
The  Softnefs  of  the  Lever  in  the  Beail. 

Jgtnors  royal  Daughter,  as  (he  play'd 
Among  the  Fields,  the  milk-white  Bull  furvey'd, 
And  view'd  his  fpottefs  Body  with  Delight, 
And  at  a  Dilance  kept  him  in  her  Sight. 
At  length  flie  p'uck'd  the  rifing  Flowers,  and  kd 
The  gentle  Beaft,  and  fondly  flrpk'd  his  Head. 
He  flood  well-pleas'd  to  touch  the  charming  Fair, 
Jut  hardly  could  confine  hisPleafUre  there. 

i,  And 


M  O  S  C  H  U  S.       sr$B 

He  glows  with  all  the  fervid  Flame  of  Love ; 
For  Cupid's  Arrows  pierce  the  Breaft  of  Jove. 
But,  beft  his  amorous  Intent  to  fcreen,  85 

And  fhun  the  jealous  Anger  of  his  Queen, 

He 


And  now  he  wantons  on  the  neighb'ring  Strand", 
Now  rolls  his  Body  on  the  yellow  Sand  ; 
And  now,  perceiving  all  her  Fears  decay'd, 
Comes  toiling  forward  to  the  royal  Maid  ; 
Gives  her  his  Ereaft  to  llroke,  and  downward  turn» 
His  grizly  Brow,  and  gently  ftoops  his  Horns. 
In  flowery  Wreaths  the  royal  Virgin  dreft 
His  bending  Horns,  and  kindly  clapp'd  his  Breaft. 
Till  now  grown  wanton,  and  devoid  of  Fear, 
Kot  knowing  that  ihc  piete'd  the  Thund*rer, 
She  plac'd  herfelf  upon  his  Back,  and  rode 
0'«r  Fields  a«id  Meadows,  feated  on  the  God. 

He  gently  march'd  along,  and  by  Degrees 
Left  the  dry  Meadow,  and  approach'd  the  Seas  ; 
Where  now  he  dips  his  Hoofs,  and  wets  his  Thighs, 
Now  plunges  in,  and  carries  off  the  Prize. 
The  frighted  Nymph  looks  backward  on  the  Shore, 
And  hears  the  tumbling  Billows  round  her  roar ; 
But  Hill  fhe  holds  him  raft:  One  Hand  is  borne 
Upon  his  Back,  the  other  grafps  a  Horn ; 
Her  Train  of  ruffling  Garments  flies  behind, 
Swells  in  the  Air,  and  hovers  in  the  Wind. 

Through  Storms  andTempetts  he  the  Virgin  borev 
And  lands  her  fafc  on  the  Di£I<ran  Shore  ; 
Where  now,  in  his  divineft  Form  array'd, 
In  his  true  Shape  he  captivates  the  Maid. 

U  6-  Verv 


252       M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

He  laid  his  Immortality  afide. 
And  a  Bull's  Form  th' intriguing  God  bely'd ; 
But  not  of  earthly  Shape,  or  mortal  Breed, 
Such  as  at  large  in  flowery  Paftures  feed  j         go 
Whofe  ftubborn  Necks  beneath  the  Yoke  we  bow, 
Break  to  the  Wain,  or  harnefs  to  the  Plough. 
His  golden  Hue  diftinguifh'd  him  afar; 
Full  in  his  Forehead  beam'd  a  filver  Star  : 
His  large  blue  Eyes,  that  fhone  ferenely  bright,  95 
Languim'd  with  Love,  and  fparkled  with  Delight : 
On  his  broad  Temples  rofe  two  equal  Horns, 
Like  that  fair  Crefcent  which  the  Skies  adorns. 

Ver.  93.  Hisgo'dm  Hue,  &c]  Horace  imitates  this 
Paflage,  and  delcribes  a  young  Bullock  in  the  fame 
Manner : 

F rente  cur-vatos  imitatus  ignes 
Tertium  luna  reftrentts  ortum, 
Qua  not  am  duxit,  niueus  widen  ;. 

Cattrafuliius.  B.  4.    Od.  2. 

■ ' — on  whofe  Brows, 

Full  in  the  Front  a.  Star  its  Luftre  (hows ; 
A  Glofs  of  fallow  Hue  adorns 
His  Skin  ;  the  Crefcent  of  his  Horns, 
So  fharply  turn'd,  falutes  the  Sight, 
kikeCyKtbias  Fires,  the  third  revolving  Nightv 

J.  Duncombe,. 

Gently 


N> 


M  O  S   C  H  U  S.       253 

ently  he  moves  with  peaceful  Look  and  bland, 
And  fpreads  no  Terror  in  the  Virgin  Band :   100 
Nearer  they  draw,  with  eager  Longing  led 
To  ftroke  his  Sides,  and  pat  his  comely  Head  : 
His  Breath  divine  ambrofial  Odours  yields, 
Sweeter  than  Fragrance  of  the  flowery  Fields. 
At  fair  Europa's  Feet  with  Joy  he  ftands,       1 05 
And  prints  fweet  Kifles  on  her  lilly  Hands. 
His  foamy  Lips  (he  wipes,  unaw'd  by  Dread, 
And  ftrokes  his  Sides,  and  pats  his  comely  Head. 
Gently  he  low'd,  as  mufical  and  clear 
As  Notes  foft  warbled  on  the  raptur'd  Ear :    1 10 
And,  as  on  Earth  his  plyant  Knees  he  bent, 
Show'd  his  broad  Back,  that  hinted  what  he  meantj 
Then  turn'd  his  fuppliant  Eyes,  and  view'd  the 

Maid ; 
Who  thus,  aftonifh'd,  to  her  Comrades  faid  :  1 1 4 
"  Say,  deareft  Mates,  what  can  thisBcaft  intend  ? 
**  Let  us  (for  lo  !  he  ftoops)  his  Back  afcend, 
11  And  ride  in  fportive  Gambols  round  the  Mead  ; 
"This  lovely  Bull  is,  fure,  of  gentleft  Breed  ; 


254       U  0  S  C  H  U  S. 

*'  So  meek  his  Manner,  fo  benign  his  Mind, 
"  He  wants  butVoice  to  equal  Human-kind."  120 

So  fpoke  the  Fair,  and  up  {he  rofe  to  ride, 
And  call'd  her  lingering  Partners  to  her  Side  : 
Soon  as  the  Bull  his  pleafing  Burden  bore, 
Vigorous  he  fprung,  and  haften'd  to  the  Shore. 
The  Nymph  difmay'd  invok'd  theVirgin  Band  1 25 
For  Help,  and  wav'd  her  unavailing  Hand. 
On  the  fuft  Bofom  of  the  azure  Flood 
With  his  fair  Prize  the  Bull  triumphant  rode  ; 
Up  rofe  the  Nereids  to  attend  his  Train, 

And  all  the  mighty  Monfters  pf  the  Main.     1  jo 

Caerulean 

Ver.  129.  Up  rofe  the  Nereids,  l$c.~\  See  a  fimilar 
Defcription  in  Virgil's  JEneid,  B.  5.  near  the  End. 

A  thoufand  Forms  attend  the  glorious  God, 
Enormous  Whales,  and  Monlters  of  the  Flood  : 
Here  the  long  Train  of  hoary  Glaucus  rides  ; 
Here  the  fwift  Tritons  fhoot  along  the  Tides ; 
There  rode  Pqlamon  o'er  the  vvatry  Plain, 
With  aged  Pborcu<,  and  his  azure  Train;  )> 

Andbeauteous7£<7/'.jledtheDaughtersof  iheMain.  J 

Put. 

See  alfo  the  latter  End  of  {he  Fifty-firft  Ode  of 

Anacnan, 

Ver, 


M  0  S  C  H  U  S.       255 

Cerulean  Ntptune  was  the  Thunderer's  Guide, 
A/id  for  the  paffing  Pomp  he  fmooth'd  the  Tide: 
The  Tritons  hail'd  him  as  he  fteer'd  along, 
And  founded  on  their  Conchs  the  nuptial  Song. 
On  Jove's  broadBack  the  lovelyDamfel  borne  135 
Grafp'd  with  her  fair  right  Hand  his  polifti'd  Horn, 
Her  left  eflay'd  her  purple  Robe  to  fave, 
That  lightly  brufh'd  the  Surface  of  the  Wave  : 
Around  her  Head  foft  breath'd  the  gentle  Gale, 
And  fill'd  her  Garment  like  a  fwelling  Sail.    140 
Europa's  Heart  throbb'd  quick  with  chilling  Fear, 
Far  from  her  much-lov'd  Home,  and  Comrades 

dear  j 
No  fea-beat  Shore  flie  faw,  nor  Mountain's  Brow, 
Nor  aught  but  Sky  above,  and  Waves  below. 

Then 

\r£R.i43.  No  fea-beat  Short  Jhe  famu,  Scc.J    Thus 
fr<rgi/,j£?ieia',  Book}.   Ver.  192. 

Poflqumm  altum  tenuere  rates,  nee  jam  amplius  ullte 
Apparent  teirtr,  cctlum  undique,  Id  undone  pontus. 

Now 


256       M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

Then  with  a  mournful  Look  theDamfel  faid  :  145 
"  Ah  !  whither  wilt  thou  bear  a  wretchedMaid? 


Nowvanifh'd  from  ourEyes  the lefTeningG round; ") 
And  all  the  wide  Horizon  ftretching  round,  ^ 

Above  was  Sky,  beneath  was  Sea  profound. 


Pitt. 

Which  he  has  borrowed  from  H.mer,  Odyjf.  Book  12. 
Ver.  403. 

Paft  Sight  of  Shore,  along  the  Surge  we  bound, 
And  all  above  is  Sky,  and  Ocean  all  around.    Pope. 
Horace   has  in   a   mafterly  Manner   imitated  this 
whole  ldyltium*  but  particularly  this  Paflage,  Book  3. 
Od.27* 

Sic  et  Europe  ni'ueum  dolo/j 
Cred'd  t  tauro  latus,  13  fiat  en  tern 
Bellu'n  font  urn,  medio/que  fruudes 

Palluit  audax. 
Nuper  injratisfiudiofaflorum,  1$ 
Debit*  nympbis  opifex  corona, 
Hottejublujiri,  nihil  ajt>a  prater 
Vid  t  isf  undas. 

Europa  thus  the  Bull  carefs'd, 

And  his  broad  Back  advent'rous  prefs'dj 

But  when  the  Monflers  of  the  Main 

She  faw,  her  Heart  was  fill'd  with  throbbing  Pain. 
She,  who,  along  the  flowery  Meads, 
Wove  Wreaths  for  her  Companions  Heads, 
Now  in  the  Gloom  fees  nought  around 

But  twinkling  Stats,  and  Ocean's  Waves  profound. 

//'.  DuncoD.be. 
«  Who, 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.       257 

(i  Who,  and  whence  art  thou,  wond'rous  Crea- 
ture, fay  ? 

"  How  canft  thou  fearlefs  tread  the  watry  Way  i 

M  On  the  broad  Ocean  fafcly  fails  the  Ship, 

"  But  Bulls  avoid,and  dread  the  ftormyDeep.  150 

"  Say,  can  a  Bull  on  fea-born  Viands  fc^d  ? 

u  Or,  if  defcended  from  celeftial  Breed, 

"  Thy  Acts  are  inconfifknt  with  a  God  : 

•4  Bulls  rove  the  Meads,  and  Dolphins  fwim  the 

Flood  j 
c;  But  Earth  and  Ocean  are  alike  to  thee,      155 
"  Thy  Hoofs  are  Oars  that  row  thee  through  the 

Sea. 
"  Perhaps,  like  airy  Birds,  thou  foon  wi!t  fly, 
«'  And  foar  amidfi  the  Regions  of  the  Sky. 
«'  Ah  !  wretched  Maid,  to  leave  my  native  Home, 
"  And  fimply  dare  with  Bulls  in  Meads  to  roam  ! 
•*  AndnowonSeasIride-  ah!  wretchedMaidh6i 
M  But,  O  !  I  truft,  great  Neptune,  in  thy  Aid  j 

"  Soon 


253      M  O   S    C    H  U   S. 

41  Soon  let  my  Eyes  my  great  Condu&or  hail,. 
•*'  For  not  without  a  Deity  I  fail." 
"    7'hus  (poke  the  Nymph,  and  thus  the  Bull  re- 
ply 'd  :  165 
il  Courage,  fair  Maid,  nor  fear  the  foamingTide  ; 
€i  Though  now  a  Bull  I  feem  to  mortal  Eyes, 
««  Thou  foon  {halt  fee  me  Ruler  of  the  Skies. 
"  What  Shape  I  pleafe,  at  Will  I  take  and  keep, 
m  And  now  aBull  Icrofa  the  boundlcfcDcepj  170 
"  For  thy  bright  Charms  infpire  my  Breaft  with 

Love: 
"  But  foon  fhall  Crete'sfcxt  Ifle,  theNurfe  of  Jove, 
M  Receive  Eurcpa  on  its  friendly  Strand, 
"  To  j  in  with  me  in  Hymn's  blifsfulBand  : 
"  From  thee  fhall  Kings  arife  in  long  Array,  175 
"  To  rule  the  World  with  delegated  Sway." 
Thus  fpoke  the  God  j  and  what  he  fpoke  prov'd 
true  : 
For  foon  Crete's  lofty  Shore  appear'd  in  View : 

Jove 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.      259 

Jove  nWt  afium'd  another  Form  and  Air,      179 
And  loos'd  hcrZone ;  thcHcurs  theCouch  prepare. 
The  NymphEuropa  thus,  through  powerful  Love, 
Became  the  Bride  of  c]oud-compe:Iing  Jove  : 
From  her  fprung  mighty  Kings  in  long  Array, 
Who  rul'd  the  World  with  delegated  Sway. 

IDYLLIUM   III. 
ON  THE    DEATH  OF   ii  I  O  K. 

\ZE  Woods,  with  Grief  your  waving  Summits 

bow, 

Yc  Dorian  Fountains,  murmur  as  ye  flow, 

From  weeping  Urns  your  copious  Sorrows  (bed, 

And  bid  the  Rivers  mourn  for  Bicn  dead  : 

Ye 

Idyiuum  III. 

Some  have  been  fo  abfurd  as  to  afcribe  this  beau- 
tiful Uy  Ilium  to  Theo  i-ituiy  becaufe  it  was  originally 
inferred  in  the  Collection  that  went  under  his  Name  : 
But  that  he  is  not  the  Author  of  it,  is  plain  from  a 
Paflage  in  this  very  liylliitnt,  which  mentions  Theo- 
critus as  bewailing  the  Death  of  Ilia*. 

Mo/cbui  in  this  Idyllium  fo  frequently  alludes  to 
B ion's  on  the  Death  of  Adonis,  that  it  will  b- 
unnecetfiiry  to  point  out  all  the  refembhog  Places. 


260      M  O    S    C   II  V  S. 

Ye  fliady  Groves,  in  Robe  of  fable  Hue  5 

Bewail ;  ye  Plants,  in  pearly  Drops  of  Dew  : 

Ye  drooping  Flowers,  diffufe  a  languid  Breath, 

And  die  with  Sorrow  at  fweet  Bicris  Death  : 

Ye  Rofes  change  from  red  to  ikkly  pale, 

And,  all  ye  bright  Anemonies,  bewail :  10 

Now,  Hyacinth,  thy  doleful  Letters  fhow 

Infcrib'd  in  larger  Characters  of  Woe 

For  Sion  dead,  the  fweeteft  Shepherd  Swain. 

Begin, SVV/7A?»Mufe,  begin  the  mcurnfulStrain  ! 

YeNightingales,  that  perch  among  the  Sprays,  15 

Tune  to  melodious  Elegy  your  Lays, 

And  bid  the  Streams  of  Arethufe  deplore 

Bions  fad  Fate  ;  lov'd  Blon  is  no  more  : 

Nor 

Ve  R.  II.  Now,  Hyacinth,  thy  doleful  Letters  Jho<w  ] 
The  Story  of  the  Transformation  of  Hjacinthus  is 
told  by  O-vid  in  the  Tenth  Book  of  the  Metamorpbofes : 

Ipfefuos  gemitus  foliis  inferibit,  &  oa,  at, 

Flos  habet  ivferiptum,  funejlaque  lite' a  duiia  eft. 

the  God  upon  its  Leaves 

The  fad  Expreffion  of  his  Sorrow  weaves; 
And  to  this  Hour  the  mournful  Purple  wears 
Ait  at,  infcrib'd  in  funeral  Characters.  Ozell. 

Ver.. 


M   0    S   C   H   U  S.      261 

Nor  Verfe  nor  Mufic  could  his  Life  prolong, 
He  died,  and  with  him  died  the- Doric  Song.    20 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Strain  ! 
Ye  Swans  of  Strymm,  in  loud  Notes  complain, 
Penfive,  yet  fweet,  and  droop  the  fickly  Wing, 
As  when  your  own  fad  Elegy  ye  fing. 
All  the  fair  Damfels  oSOeagria  tell,  25 

And  all  the  Nymphs  that  in  Bijlonia  dwell, 
That  Doric  Orpheus  charms  no  more  the  Plains. 

Begin,S/V///tf«Mufe,  begin  the  mournfulStraini.! 

No  more  he  fooths  his  Oxen  at  the  Yoke, 

No  more  he  chants  beneath  the  lonely  Oak.    30 

Compell'd,  alas  !  a  doleful  Dirge  to  fing 

To  the  grim  God,  the  deaf  Tartarean  King. 

And  now  each  flraggling  Heifer  ftrays  alone, 

And  to  the  filent  Mountains  makes  her  Moan  ; 

The 

V  E  R .  33.  Andnoiv  eachjir  iggliig  Heifer  ft m\s  . 

See  a  fimilar  Paflage   in   VirgVi  Fifth  Eclogue   as 

translate. i  by  Drytten  : 

The  Swains  forgot  their  Sheep,  nor  near  the  Brink 
Of  running  Waters  brought  their  Herds  to  drink. 
'1  he  thirfty  Cattle,  of  themfelves.  abftain'd 
From  Water,  and  their  grafty  Fare  difdain'd  : 
'1  he  Death  of  Dapknis  Woods  and  Hills  deplore. 

Ver. 


262      MOSCHUS. 

The  Bulls  loud  bellowing  o'er  the  Forefts  rove,  35 
Forfake  their  Paftufe,  and  forget  their  Love. 
Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
Thy  Fate,  O  Bion,  wept  the  God  of  Day ; 
Pan  griev'd  ;  the  dancing  Satyrs  and  the  Fauns 
March'd  flow  and  fad,and  figh'd  along  theLawns.' 
Then  wail'd  the  Nymphs  that  o'er  the  Streams 

prefide,  41 

Faft  flow'd  their  Tears,  and  fwell'd  the  chryftal 

Tide. 

Mute  Echo  now  laments  the  Rocks  among, 

Griev'd  (he  no  more  can  imitate  thy  Song. 

TheFlow'rets  fade,and  wither'd  are  theTrees,  45 

Thofe  lofe  their  Beauty,  and  their  Verdure  thefe. 

'J 'he 

Ver.  41.  TkeifwaiPd  tbeNymfhs  that  o*irtbe  Streams 
prefide, 
Faji  jlo\vd  their  Tears ,  and  fiuelfd  the 
cbryflalTide.~\ 
Thus  Ovid  oil  the  Death  of  Orpheus,  Metambrph.  B.  1 1 . 
— ~~lacrymis  ■■  ucque  Jiimina  dicunt 
Intrevijje  fids  ;   obfcuraque  earhafa  pullo 
Naiades  U?  Dryades,  fajjbj'que  habucre  copillbs. 

Naiads  and  Dryads  with  diflievell'd  Hair 
Promiscuous  weep,  and  Scarfs  of  Sable  wear  ; 
Nor  could  the  River  Gods  conceal  their  Moan, 
with  new  Floods  of  Tears  augment  their  own. 

Ver. 


M  O    f   C   H   U  S.      263 

The  Ewes  no  more  with  milky  Udders  thrive, 
No  more  drops  Honey  from  the  fragrant  Hive ; 
The  Bees,  alas  !  have  loft  their  little  Store, 
And  what  avails  it  now  to  work  for  more,      50 
When  from  thy  Li;s  the  Honey's  ftol'n  away  ? 

Begin,  SicilianMuk,  begin  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
Ne'er  did  the  Dolphin  on  the  azure  Main 
In  fuch  pathetic  Energy  complain  j 
Nor  Philomel  with  fuch  melodious  Woe         55 
E'er  wail'd,  nor  Swallow  on  theMountain'sBrow  : 
Nor  did  Alcyone  transform'd  deplore 
So  loud  her  Lover  dafh'd  upon  the  Shore. 

Not 

Ver.  53.  Ne'er  did  the  Dolph'ti,  &c]  Dolphins  are 
faid  to  utter  a  mournful  Cry,  like  a  Men  in  Dirtrefy, 
and  to  be  wonderfully  fond  of  Harmony  ;  witneis  the 
r  able  of  Arion.  Lc^gepurre  thinks  this  Paflage  al- 
ludes to  the  Story  of  Hefv.d ;  who  (as  Plutarch  relates) 
being  aflaliinated,  his  Body  was  thiown  into  the  Sea, 
and  received  by  a  Shoal  of  Dolphins,  and,  on  the 
very  Day  when  the  Feait  of  Kef  tunc  was  celebrated, 
brought  by  them  afhore  near  the  City  of  Moiuria ; 
by  which  Means  the  Murderers  were  d'ifcovered,  and 
fufFered  the  Punifhinent  due  to  their  Crime. 

Ver.  57.  Nor  did  Alcyone  ttansfvmd  deplore,  &c] 

Alcyone  is  fabled  to  have  been   the  Wife  of  Cejx,  a 

King  of  Thrare.     They  were  remarkable  for  their 

,  conjugal 


264      M  O    S   C   H   U  S. 

Not  Msmn:rC$  Birds  fuch  Signs  of  Sorrow  gave, 
When,  (creaming  round,  they  hover'd  o'er  his 
Grave ;  60 

As  now  in  melancholy  Mood  they  (hed 
Their  plaintive  Tears,  lamenting  Bion  dead. 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
The  Nightingales,  that  perch  upon  the  Spray, 
The  Swallows  fhrill,  and  all  the  feather'd  Throng, 
WhomBion  taught,and  ravifh'd  with  his  Song,  66 
Now  funk  in  Grief  their  penfive  Mufic  ply, 
And  ftrive  to  ling  their  Matter's  Elegy  ; 
And  all  the  Birds  in  all  the  Groves  around 
Strain  their  fweetThroats  to  emulate  theSound:  70 
Ye  Turtles  too,  the  gentle  Bard  deplore, 
And  with  deep  Murmurs  fill  the  founding  Shore. 


conjugal  AfFe&ion.  On  his  being  drowned,  fhe  en- 
deavoured to  cart  herfelf  into  die  Sea  ;  but  was  im- 
mediately transformed  into  a  KingVtifher,  as  was 
likewiie  the  Body  of  her  Hufband.  I  he  Story  is  told 
by  O-vid  in  the  Eleventh  Book  of"  the  Meta ,  otphtfet, 
and  admirably  translated  by  Dry  Jen. 

Ver.  59.  Not  Memnons  Birds,  Sec]  For  Memnous 
Birds  fee  Ov.d's  Met  amor ^hofes,  Eook  1  3. 

Begin, 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.      265 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
Who  now,  lov'd  Shepherd,  on  thy  Pipe  mail  play  i 
Still,  ftill,  methinks,  the  melting  Notes  I  hear,  75 
But,  ah  !  more  faint  they  die  upon  myEar. 
Echo,  ftill  liftening,  roves  the  Meads  along, 
Or  near  the  Rocks  ftill  meditates  thy  Song. 
To  Pan  I'll  give  thy  tuneful  Pipe,  though  he 
Will  fear,  perchance,  to  be  furpafs'd  by  thee.  80 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Strai:i ! 
Thee  Galatea  weeps,  fweet  Shepherd-fwain  j 
For  oft  thy  graceful  Form  her  Bofom  warm'd. 
Thy  Song  delighted,  and  thy  Mufic  charm'd  : 
She  fliunn'd  the  Cycles,  and  his  Numbers  rude, 
But  thee  with  ardent  Love  the  Nymph  purfu'd:  8<5 
She  left  the  Sea,  her  Element,  and  feeds, 
Forlorn,  thy  Cattle  on  the  flowery  Meads. 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
Alas !  the  Mufes  will  no  longer  ftay,  90 

No  longer  on  thefe  lonely  Coafts  abide  j 
With  thee  they  warbled,  and  with  thee  they  died  : 
N  With 


266      M  O    S   C   H  U  S. 

With  Bion  perifh'd  all  the  Grace  of  Song, 

And  all  the  KifTes  of  the  Fair  and  Young. 

The  little  Loves,  lamenting  at  his  Doom,         95 

Strike  their  fair  Breafts,  and  weep  around  hisTomb. 

See  Venus  too  her  beauteous  Bofom  beat  ! 

She  lov'd  her  Shepherd  more  than  KifTes  fweet, 

More  than  thofe  laft  dear  KifTes,  which  in  Death 

She  gave  Adoiiis,  and  imbib'd  his  Breath.        100 

Aides !  of  Streams  in  Melody  the  chief, 

Now  heaves  thy  Bofom  with  another  Grief  j 

Thy  Homer  died,  great  Mafter  of  the  Song, 

Thy  Homer  died,  the  Mufes  Cv/ceteA  Tongue  : 

Then  did  thy  Waves  in  plaintive  Murmurs  weep, 

And  roll'd  thy  fwelling  Sorrows  to  the  Deep  :  106 

Another  Son  demands  the  Meed  of  Woe, 

Again  thy  Waters  weep  in  long-drawn  Murmurs 

flow. 

Dear 

Vhr.  101.  Meles,  &c.~\  The  River  Meles  wafhes 
the  Walls  of  Smyrna,  a  City  of  Afia  Minor,  where  Lion 
was  born.  It  is  alfo  fuppofed  to  have  been  the  Birth- 
place of  Homer,  and  therefore  that  River  is  faid 
to  have  been  his  Father  j  whence  he  is  called  Melefi- 
gam% 

V£R. 


M  O   S   C  H  V   S.      267 

Dear  to  the  Fountains  was  each  tuneful  Son, 

This  drank  of  Aretbufe,  that  Helicon  :  no 

He  fung  AtrideS  and  Achilles'  Ire, 

And  the  fair  Dame  that  fet  the  World  on  Fire  : 

This  form'd  his  Numbers  on  a  fofter  Plan, 

And  chaunted  Shepherds  Loves,  and  peaceful  Part; 

His  Flock  he  tended  on  the  flowery  Meads,    1 15 

And  milk'd  hisKine,  or  join'd  with  Wax  theReedsj 

Oft  in  his  Bofom  he  would  Cupid  take, 

And  Venus  lov'd  him  for  her  Cupid's  Sake. 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  the  mournful  Strains  ! 
Thee"  all  the  Cities  of  the  Hills  and  Plains,   1 20 
Illuitrious  Bard,  in  filent  Grief  deplore  j 
Afcra  for  Hefiod  ne'er  lamented  more  ; 
Not  thus  Bctotia  mourn'd  her  Theban  Swan, 
Nor  thus  the  Tears  for  bold  Alcaus  ran  j 
Not  Ceoi  for  Simonidesy  nor  thus  125 

Griev'd  Paros  for  her  Bard  Archilochus  : 

The 

Ver.123.  Theban  Swan.]  Pindar. 

N  «  V£*. 


263      M  0    S   C  H  U  S. 

The  Shepherds  of  the  Lejbian  Ifle  have  long 

Neglected  Sappho's  for  thy  fweeter  Song  : 

And  all  that  breathe  the  pajTral  Reed  rehearfe 

Thy  Fate,  0  Bion,  in  harmonious  Verfe.  130 

Sicelidas,  the  Samian  Shepherd  fweet, 

And  Lycidas,  the  blythejl  Bard  of  Crete, 

JVkofe  fprightly  Looks  erjl  /poke  their  Hearts  elate. 

Now  /or  rowing  mourn  thy  fad  untimely  Fatt ; 

Mourns  too  Philetas'  elegiac  Mufe,  135 

And  fweet  Theocritus  of  Syracufe  : 

I  too,  with  Tears,  from  Italy  have  brought 

Such  plain  Bucolics  as  my  Mafter  taught ; 

Which,  if  at  all  with  tuneful  Eafe  they  flow, 

To  thy  learn'd  Precepts  and  thy  Art  I  owe.  140 

To  other  Heirs  thy  Riches  may  belong, 

I  claim  thy  paft'ral  Pipe  and  Doric  Song  ; 

In 

Ver.  1 29,  &c]  Thefe  feven  Lines,  that  are  print- 
ed in  Italics,  are  a  Tranflation  of  fix  Greek  Verfes 
which  were  wanting  in  the  ancient  Editions  of  our 
Poet.  They  are  fuppofed  to  be  fupplied  by  Marcus 
Mujurus  of  Crete  ;  though  Scaliger  affirms,  that  they 
were  wrote  by  Mofchus. 

Ve  r  .  131.  Sicelidas,  Lycidas,  and  Philetas  are 
rrentioned  by  Theocritus  in  his  Seventh  Idy Ilium. 

Vkr. 


M  0    S   C   H  U  S.      269 

In  Doric  Song  my  penfive  Boon  I  pay  : 

Begin,  Sicilian  Mufe,  begin  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
Alas  !  the  meaneft  Flowers  which  Gardens  yield, 
The  vileft  Weeds  that  flourish  in  the  Field,  146 

VeR.  14 >.  4las\!    the  meanejl  Flowers  which  Gar- 
dens yield,  &c] 

This  fine  Sentiment  has  been  embellifticd  by  feveral 
Authors.     Thus  Spcnfer  : 
Whence  is  it,  that  the  Flowret  of  the  Field  doth  fade, 
And  lieth  buried  long  in  Winter's  Bale  ? 
Yet,  foon  as  Spring  his  Mantle  hath  difplay'd, 
Jt  fiow'reth  frefli,  as  it  fhould  never  fail. 
But  Thing  on  Earth  that  is  of  moft  Avail, 
As  Virtue's  Branch,  and  Beauty's  Bud, 
Reliven  not  for  any  Good. 
And  Catullus  : 

Soles  ccc/dere  Iff  redire  fojfunt  : 
Nobis,  cumfemel  ccciJit  brcvis  lux, 
Nox  eji  perpetua  una  dormienda. 

The  Sun,  that  finks  into  the  Main, 
Sets,  with  frelh  Light  to  rife  again  : 
But  we,  when  once  our  Breath  is  fled, 
Die,  and  are  number'd  with  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  Night  we  clofe  our  Day, 
And  fleep  Eternity  away. 

Admirable  is  that  of  Job,  Chap.  14.  '  Man  cometh 
'  forth  as  a  Flower,  and  is  cut  down. — There  is  Hope 

*  of  a  Tree,  if  it  be  cut  down,  that  it  will  fprout 
'  again,  and  that  the  tender  Branch  thereof  will  not 
4  ceafe  : — But  Man  dieth,   and  wafleth  away  ;    yea, 

*  Man  giveth  up  the  Ghoft,  and  where  is  he  ?  He 
'  lieth  down,  and  rifeth  not,  till  the  Heavens  be  no 
'  more.' 

N  3  Which 


270      M  0   S   C   H  U  S. 

Which  dead  in  wintry  Sepulchres  appear, 
Revive  in  Spring,  and  bloom  another  Year  : 
But  We,  the  Great,  the  Brave,  the  Learn'd,  the 

Wife, 
Soon  as  the  Hand  of  Death  has  clos'd  our  Eyes,  15© 
In  Tombs  forgotten  lie,  no  Suns  refrore, 
We  fleep,  for  ever  fleep,  to  wake  no  more. 
Thcu  too  lieft  buried  with  the  filent  dead  : 
Fate  fpares  the  Witlings,  but  thy  vital  Thread 
Snapp'd,  cruel  Chance  !  and  now  'tis  my  hard  Lot 
To  hear  the  dull  Bards  (but  I  envy  not)  156 

Grate  their  harfli  Sonnets,  flamy,  rude,  and  vain  : 
Begin,  SlcilianMuk,  begin  the  mournful  Strain! 
O  haplefs  Bion  !  Poifon  was  thy  Fate  ; 
The  baneful  Potion  circumfcrib'd  thy  Date  :  1 60 
How  could  fell  Poifon  caufe  Effect  fo  ftrange, 
Touch  thy  fweet  Lips,  and  not  to  Honey  change  ? 
How  could  the  favage  Wretch,  that  mix'd  the 

Draught, 
Hear  heavenly  Muflc  with  a  murderous  Thought  ? 

Could 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.       271 

Could  not  thy  Songs  "his  hellifh  Purpofe  fway?  165 
Beg;n,  Sicilian  Mufe,  begin  the  mournful  Lay  ! 
But  foon  juft  Vengeance  will  his  Crime  purfuc, 
While  I  with  pious  Tears  thy  Tomb  bedew. 
Could  I  like  Orpheus,  as  old  Poets  tell, 
Or  mighty  Hercules,  cefcend  to  Hell  ;  17* 

To  Pluto's  dreary  Manfion  I  would' go, 
To  hear  what  Mufic  Bion  plays  below. 
Lift  to  my  Cour.fel,  gentle  Shepherd  fwain, 
And  foftly  warble  Tome  Sicilian  Strain, 
(Such  as,  when  living,  gave  divine  Delight)     1 7  5 
To  footh  theEmprefs  of  the  Realms  of  Night ; 
P'or  (he,  ere  Pluto  fciz'd  the  trembling  Maid, 
Sung  Dorian  Lays,  and  in  thefe  Meadows  play  VI. 
Nor  unrewarded  {hall  thy  Numbers  prove, 
The  Dame  will  pity,  though  (hecannot  love  j  1 80 

Ver.  178.  — and  in  thefe  Meadows  pty'd.]  Pluto 
carried  away  Prcjerp'me  from  the  Fields  of  Etna  in 
Sicily.  Thus  Milton,  Paradife  LoJ},  Book  4.  Ver.  260, 

not  that  fair  Field 

Of  Etna,  where  Prc-Jerpine  gathering  Flowers, 
Herfelf  a  fairer  flower,  by  gloomy  Dis 
Was  gatherM.  which  coil  Ceres  all  that  Pain 

To  feek  her  through  the  World 

See  alfo.  Ovid's  Met  amor  phofes,  Book  5. 

N  4  As 


272      M  O   S   C  H  U  S. 

As  once  fhe  heard  the  Thracians  tuneful  Prayer, 
And  gave  him  back  Eurydice  the  fair, 
She'll  pity  now  thy  more  melodious  Strain, 
And  fend  thee  to  thy  Hills  and  Woods  again. 
Could  I  in  powerful  Harmony  excell,  1&5 

For  thee  my  Pipe  fhould  charm  the  rigid  King 
of  Hell. 

IDYLLIUM    IV. 
M      E      G      A      R      A. 

Mecara. 
(i  \\  THY  thefe  Complaints,  and  whence  that 

W  dreadful  Sigh  ? 

"  Why  on  thy  Cheek  do  thus  the  Rofes  die  ? 
"  Is  it  to  fee  thy  glorious  Son  fuftain, 
•*  From  worthlefs  Hands,  Pre-eminence  of  Pain? 

"  A  Lion 

Idyllium   IV. 

This  Poem  contains  a  Dialogue  between  M'gara, 

the   Wife    of    Hercules,    and    Alcmena    his    Mother, 

■wherein  they  recapitulate   their  mutual  Misfortunes. 

This  famous  Hero  gave  great  Umbrage  to  Euryjlbeus., 

King 


M  O  S   C  H  U  S.      273 

'*  A  Lion  tortur'd  by  a  Fawn  ! — Great  Jove  /  5 
u  Why  fuch  injurious  Treatment  muft  I  prove  ? 
"  Why  with  fuch  adverfe  Omens  was  I  born  ? 
«'  Wretch  that  I  am  !  E'er  fince  the  nuptial  Morn 
,{  When  to  my  Arms  my  matchlefsLord  was  given, 
*'  Dear  have  I  priz'd  him  as  the  Light  of  Heaven ; 
"  And  prize  him  ftill — Sure  none  has  fuffer'd 

more,  1  i 

"  Or  drank  fuch  Draughts  of  Sorrow's  Cup  before. 
"  With  Phoebus'  Gift,   his  Bow,  he  pierc'd  the 

Hearts 

"  Of  his  own  Sons  j  or  rather,  arm'd  with  Darts 

"  Which 

King  of  Mycena  ;  who,  fearing  he  would  in  Time 
difpoflefs  him  of  his  Crown,  tried  all  Me  hods  to  de- 
ftroy  him.  Hercules,  fenfible  of  his  dangerous  Situ- 
ation, confulted  the  Oracle  ;  and  being  anfwered,  that 
it  was  the  Will  of  the  Gods  that  he  mould  fervc  £«- 
rxjlbtu!  twelve  Years,  was  thrown  into  fo  deep  a  Me- 
lancholy, that  it  turned  at  length  into  a  furious 
Frenzy  ;  duiing  which  he  put  away  his  Wife  Megara, 
and  murdered  all  the  Children  he  had  by  her,  which 
are  fuppofed  to  have  been  twelve,  becaufe  the  King 
impoied  on  him  the  fame  Number  of  Labours,  as  an 
Expiation  for  their  Murder,  afier  he  had  recovered 
his  Senfes.  Hercules  is  fuppofed  to  liave  been  abfent 
on  one  of  thefe  Expeditions,  when  this  Lialogue 
commences. 

N  5  Vir. 


274     &  0   S  C  H  XT  S. 

"  Which  Fates  or  Furies  furnifh'd,  every  Child  15 
"  In  his  own  Houfe  he  flew,  with  Frenzy  wild. 
•'  Than    Dreams    more   dreadful,    with    thefe 

ftreaming  Eyes, 
("  While  to  their  Mother,  with  inceflant  Cries, 
<c  Their  helplefs  Mother,  they  exclaim'd  in  vain) 
*«  By  their  own  Sire  I  faw  the  Children  flain.  20 
w  But  as  a  Bird  bewails  her  callow  Brood, 
w  While  in  the  Brake  a  Serpent  drains  their  Blood, 

«  And, 

V  1  r  .  2  ! .  But  as  a  Bird  bewails,  &c]  Virgil  has 
happily  imitated  this  beautiful  Simile  in  his  Georgia, 
Book  4.  Ver.  511. 

Sfaaks  populea  mcerens  Philomela  fub  umbra 

riturfeetui ;  quos  dunis  arator 
Oljei  iwflwnes  detrdxit  i  at  ilia 

[Jet  noitt;,".t  ramcquefcdcns  nvferabile  carn.cn 
Integra*,  U*  put/lit  hue  loca  quejlibus  itr.pkt. 
Which  is  as  happily  translated  by  Dry  den. 

So,  clofe  in  poplar  Shades,  her  Children  gone, 

The  Mother-nightingale  laments  alone  : 

Whofe  Ne-lt  fome  prying  Churl  had  found,    and 

thence, 
By  Stealth,  convey'd  th' unfeather'd  Innocence, 
£ut  {he  {applies  the  Night  with  mournful  Strains, 
And  melancholy  Mufic  fills  the  Plains. 

Vkr. 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.      275 

"  And,  all  too  weak  the  wifh'd  Relief  to  bring, 
*«  Twittering  her   fhrill  Complaints,   on  feeble 

Wing 
c<  At  Diftance  hovers,  nor  will  venture  near   25 
**  The  fell  Deftroyer,  chill'd  with  confeious  Fear  j 
CJ  So  I,  all  frantic,  the  wide  Manfion  o'er, 
"  Unhappy  Mother  !   my  loft  Sons  deplore. 
«  O  bleft  Diana  >  Goddefs  of  theChace, 
"  Tyrant  confefs'd  o'er  Woman's  helplefs  Race, 
"  With  my  dear  Sons  had  thy  envenom'dDart  31 
M  Kindly  transfix 'd  their  Mother's  bleedingHeart, 
"  Then  my  fad  Parents  might,  with  friendly  Care, 
u  Have  feen  one  Pile  our  breathlefs  Bodies  bear, 

"  At 

VER.33.  Then  my  fad  Parents,  Sec]     Megar a  was 

the  Daughter  of  trecn,  King  of  Thebes,  a  City  of 

Bceitia.     It  may  not  be  improper  to  remark,  that 

Mofcbus,  contrary  to  the  common  Opinion,   fuppofes 

tii?  Parents  of  Megara   to   have  been  living  when 

les  flew  his  Children  ;     whereas  Euripides  and 

Se/jua  aflure  us,  that  Lyius,  a  Theban  Exile,  murdered 

and  Ids  Sons,  to  obtain  the  Crown ;    and  that 

Her.uk>  did  not  kill  his  Children,  till  he  had  punifhed 

Lcnge^erre* 

N  6 


276      M  0  S  C  H  U  S. 

*'  At  once,  with  many  a  Tear,  to  every  Shade  35 

u  The  decent  Rites  of  Sepulture  have  paid, 

"  And  in  one  golden  Urn  that  facred  Earth 

"  Our  Afh.es  have  receiv'd,  which  gave  us  Birth. 

"  But  Thebes  they  now  inhabit,  fam'd  for  Steeds, 

M  Or  toilfome  till  Aonias  fruitful  Meads  :       40 

**  While  to  my  Sorrows  no  Relief  is  given,. 

"  At  Tiryns,  facred  to  the  Queen  of  Heaven, 

"  In  Tears  unnumber'd  wafting  Life  away, 

"  To  Joy  a  Stranger,  to  Defpair  a  Prey. 

"  But  foon  my  Lord  will  blefs  my  Eyes  again,  4*5 

c*  For  various  Labours  he  muft  yet  fuftain, 

c5  By  Land  and  Sea,  like  Iron  or  a  Rock 

«•'  Unmov'd,  and  ftill  fuperior  t®  the  Shock: 

"  While  like  a  Stream  thy  Sorrows  ever  flow, 

"  By  Day,  by  Night,  alike  difTolv'd  in  Woe.  50 

4<  Of  all  to  me  by  Tyes  of  Kindred  join'd, 

u  Thou  only  now  canft  chear  my  anxious  Mind: 

"Far 

Ver.  42.  Tiryns.]  A  City  of  Peloponnesus  near 
drgos,  where  Hercules  dwelt ;  and  from  thence  was- 
ft)  lad  *  the  'Tiryntbian  Hero.' 

Vwu 


M  O  S  C  H  U  S.       2jj 

u  Far  from  this  Manfion,  though  in  Blood  ally'd, 
•'  Beyond  the  pine-clad  IJihmus  they  refide. 
"  Not  one  remains  who  can  confole  my  Grief,  55 
"  Or  to  a  wretched  Woman  give  Relief, 
M  Except  my  Sifter  Pyrrha  ;  all  the  Day 
"  She  too  bewails  her  Hufband  fnatch'd  away, 
*«  Thy  Son  Iphklus:  Wretched  all  thy  Line, 
"  Whether  their  Sire  be  mortal  or  divine  ?"     60 
Faft,  while  fhe  fpoke,  th'  o'erflowing  Tears 
diflill'd 
Adown  her  Cheeks,  and  her  fair  Bofom  fifl'd  j 
Her  Sons,  her  Parents  rifing  to  her  View  : 
In  fad  Society,  Alcmena  too 
Roll'd  the  big  Tear  i  and  from  her  heaving  Breaft, 
In  Accents  fage,  her  Daughter  thus  addreft  :  66 

«  Why, 

Ver.  59.  Thy  Son  Iphiclus.]  Ijbic/us  was  theFon 
ef  Amphitryon  and  Alonena,  and  the  Twin-brother  of 
Mercuhu 

VEr. 


278       M  O   S   C  H  U  S. 

"  Why,    haplefs   Parent,   fhould  thine  Eyes 

o'erflow  ? 
•*  Why  fhould  Remembrance  thus  renew  thy 

Woe? 
"  Why  thus  afflict  us  both  ?  or  why  once  more 
"  Repeat  the  Lofs  we  oft  have  wept  before  ?    70. 
li  Sure  each  fad  Day  fufficient  Sorrow  bears ; 
"And  none  but  Wretches  would  recount  our 

Cares ! 
"  Be  chear'd,  my  Daughter,  and,  thefe  Ills  forgot, 
"  Think  that  the  Gods  a  happier  Doom  allot. 
«'  And  though  on  Grief  thy  Thoughts  are  all  em- 

ploy'd,  75 

«'  I  no  Excufe  require,  with  Pleafure  cloy'd. 

"  Much  I  lament,  that  thou  fo  vaft  a  Weight 

«  Of  Woe  lhould'fl  fhare  in  our  difaftrous  Fate* 

"  For,  O  bleft. Proftrpine  and  Ceres,  know, 

("  Powers  juftly  dreaded  by  the  perjur'd  Foe)8o 

"  That 

Ve  R .  7 1  •  Sure  each  fad  Day  fufficient  Scrronx;  lca>-$,\ 
Thus  St.  Matthsvj,  Chap.  6.   Ver.  34.    S-<jjiuent  unto 
sit  the,  cof. 

Via. 


M  0  S  C   11  U  S.       279 

{;  That  I  not  more  could  love  thee,  if  my  Womb 
"  With  thee  had  teem'd,  or  had  thy  Virgin-bloom 
"  Alone  remain' d  a  Parent's  Hopes  to  crown  : 
**  A  Truth,  Megara,  not  to  thee  unknown  ! 
M  Then  think  1  view  thee  with  no  carelefs  Eye  ; 
•*  No,  though  in  Grief  with  Niobt  I  vye  :        86 
t<  Grief  for  a  Son  Indulgence  fure  may  gain,    - 
w  To  me  endear'd  by  ten  long  Months  of  Pain  ; 
"  And,  ere  I  brought  him  to  the  Realms  of  Day, 
**  My  Life  by  Pangs  was  nearly  fhatch'd  away.  90 
M  Sent  on  new  Toils  he  to  a  diftant  Shore 
*,•  Now  roams,  and  I  may  ne'er  behold  him  more. 

■  Befides, 

V  e  R .  2  6 .  Though  in  Grief  'with  M  iobe  /  -vye.  ]  For 
the  Story  of  Niohe,  fee  Ovid's  Metatmrpb.  Book  6.  See 
alfo  the  Notes  on  the  Twentieth  Ode  of  Anacrcon. 

Ver.  88.  Ten  Months.']  That  is,  ten  lunar  Months. 
St.  Augufiine  explains  it  thus :  Quod  d>ctintur  decern, 
wenfes  pregnant  is,  nj-vem  funt  pleni  ;  fed  initium  dec  i  mi 
pro  tcto  accipi/ur. 

Ver.  co.  My  Life  by  Pangs,  &c  ]  The  Birth  of 
Hercules  was  attended  with  the  mod  excruciating  Pains 
to  Alcmena,  owing  to  the  Jealoufy  and  Hatred  of 
Juno  ;  from  which  (he  was  delivered  by  the  Addrefs 
of  (julambis.     See  Ovid's Metamrpb.  Book  9. 

Ver, 


2So       M  0  S  C  R  V  & 

•«  Befides,  I  lately  faw,  with  wild  Affrighr, 

M  A  direful  Vifion  in  the  Dead  of  Night : 

"  Some  great  impending  111,  if  right  I  deem,   95 

«  Awaits  my  Sons,  from  this  myfterious  Dream. 

"  In  Sleep,  methought,  my  Hercules  I  fpy'd, 

*«  His  Garments,  like  a  Labourer,  thrown  afide, 

M  And,  Spade  in  Hand,  employ'd,  with  arduous 

Toil, 
«*  To  delve  a  Ditch  in  fomewell-cultur'd  Soil.  io« 
«  But  when  his  Talk  the  wifh'd  Succefs  had 

crown'd, 
M  And  his  wide  Fencehad  girt  the  Vineyard  round, 
*'  He  left  his  Spade  fix'd  deeply  in  the  Plain, 
««  And  {trait  prepar'd  to  cloath  his  Limbs  again  j 
«'  When,  quick  as  Thought,  above  the  Trench, 

behold  105 

m  DeftrucViveFlames,  which  round  theHero  roll'd- 

M  From 

Ve  R .  1 05 .  behold 

Dejlrufti<ve  Tlamti ] 

Thefe  were  probably  intended  to  be  Emblems  of 
thofc:  Flames  in  which, this  Hero  was  afterwards  con- 
fumed  oa  Mount  Oetj.     See  Ovid's  Meta/.orpb.  B.  q. 

Vjsr. 


M  0   S  C  H  U  S.       28t 

«'*  Trom  thefe  reftftlefs  Foes  alarm'd  he  flew, 
4i  With  Foot-fteps  fwift  j  as  fwiftly  they  purfue  : 
"  While,  like  a  Shield,  the  Spade  now  ferves  to 

guard 
•«  Hishalf-fcorch'd  Body,  and theFiretoward.il© 
«*  At  length  7phiclus>  running  to  his  Aid, 
(««  Such  was  my  Vifion)  by  his  Feet  betray'd, 
"  Befor*  he  reach'd  him,  fell,  with  headlong  Force, 
•*  And  there,  unable  to  refume  his  Courfe, 
"  Lay  ftiff  and  proftrate ;  like  a  feeble  Sage,  1 15 
*«  Whojfallingto  theGround  through  helplefsAge, 
**  There  nVd  remains,till  by  fomeStranger  rear'd, 
"  Pitying  his  hoary  Hairs,  and  filver  Beard  : 


<t  c 


to 


Ver.  108.  asfnv'-ftly  they  purfue.^ 

This  Circumftance  of  the  Flames  puriuing  Heiculd  is 
very  fimilar  to  a  PafTage  in  the  Had,  Book  21.  where 
the  Rivers  Simois  and  Scamander  unite,  purfue,  and  at- 
tack Ach  lies  with  all  their  Waves : 

Now  here,  now  there,  he  turns  on  every  Side, 
And  winds  his  Courfe  before  the  following  Tide  ; 
The  Waves  flow  after,  wherefoe'er  he  wheels, 
And  gather  fail,  and  murmur  at  his  Heels.       Pope. 

Idyl- 


282      M  0   S   C    H  U  S. 

<c  So  on  the  Plain  was  brave  Iphidus  thrown. 

"  To  fee  my  Sons  unaided  and  alone,  120 

"  Faft  flow'd  my  Tears,  till  Morn  with  rofeate  Ray 

"  Difpell'd  my  Slumbers,  and  reftor'd  the  Day. 

'*  Such  were  the  Vjfions  of  this  Night  of  Dread! 

*'  Far  from  our  Houfe,  on  curs'd  Euryfiheus'  Head 

11  Thefe  Omens  turn  !  Be  my  Prefages  true,  125 

"  And  him,  O  Fate,  with  Vengeance  juft  purfue !" 

D. 
IDYLLIUM    V. 

THE        CHOICE. 

T  T  7Hen  Zephyrs  gently  curl  the  azure  Main, 

"      On  Land,  impatient,  I  can  fcarce  fuftain 

At  Eafe  to  dwell ;   a  Calm  yields  more  Delight : 

Eut  when  old  Ocean  to  a  Mountain's  Height 

Rolls, 

I  D  Y  L  L  I  U  M     V. 

V:;r.  4.    But  when,  Stc]     M ' /.bus  perhaps  in  this 
Paffage  had  Homer  in  his  View,  Iliad,  Book  2. 

As  when  the  Winds,  afcending  by  Degrees, 
Firft  move  the  whitening  Surface  of  the  Seas, 
The  Billows  float  in  Order  to  the  Shore, 
The  Wave  behind  rolls  on  the  Wave  before  ; 
Till,  with  the  growing  Storm,  the  Deeps  arife, 
Foam  o'er  the  Rocks,  and  thunder  to  the  Skies.  Pofe-. 


M  O   S   C  H  U  S.      283 

RoIls,with  tremcndousRoar,  his  foamingFIoods,  5 
I  loath  the  Sea,  and  figh  for  Fields  and  Woods. 
Safe  is  the  Land  ;  then  piny  Forefts  pleafe, 
Though  hoarfe  Winds  whittle  through  the  bend- 
ing Trees; 
Haplefs  the  Fifher's  Life  !  the  Sea  his  Toil, 
His  Houfe  a  Bark,  and  faithlefs  Fifti  his  Spoil.  i« 
But  O  !  to  me  how  fweet  are  Slumbers,  laid 
Beneath  a  lofty  Plane's  embowering  Shade  ; 
And  thence  the  Tinkling  of  a  Rill  to  hear, 

Whofe  Sound  gives  Pleafure  unalJay'd  by  Fear  ? 

D. 

1DYLLIUM    VI. 
CAPRICIOUS     LOVE. 
pAN  fighs  for  Echo  o'er  the  Lawn  ; 
Sweet  Echo  loves  the  dancing  Faun  j 

The 

Ver.  8.  mohijlh  through  the  betiding  Trees,  &c.] 

In  the  Original  it  Is,  «  9m<  «Jkt,  the  Pine-tree  fings. 
Thus  Theocritus,  Idyll.  \ .  Ver   I .  —x  varvq  p^o-onzi. 

——that  Pine-tree's  Boughs,  by  yonder  Spring, 
Id  pleafing  Murmurs  mix,  and  fweetly  fing.  Creech. 

Idyl- 


284      M  O   S   C  H  U  S. 

The  dancing  Faun  fair  Lyda  charms  j 

As  Echo  Pan's  fuft  Bofom  warms, 

So 

I  D  T  L  L  I  U  M     VI. 

The  following  modern  Ballad  is  clofely  copied  from 
this  Uyllium. 

CROSS      PURPOSES. 

TO  M  loves  Mary  palling  well, 
But  Maty  (he  loves  harry  ; 
W'hile  Harry  fjghs  for  bonny  Beit, 

And  finds  his  Love  mifcawy. 
For  bonny  Bell  for  Thomas  burns, 
.  While  Thomas  flights  her  Pafiion  : 
So  very  freak i(h  are  the  Turns 
Of  human  Inclination  ! 

As  much  as  Mary  Thomas  grieves, 

Proud  Hal  defpifes  Mary, 
And  all  the  Flouts  that  .&?// receives 

From  Tom,  fhe  vents  on  Harry. 
Thus  all  by  Turns  are  woo'd  and  woo, 

No  Turtles  can  be  truer ; 
Each  loves  the  Object  thev  purfue, 

But  hates  the  kind  Purfuer. 

MA  gave  Hal  a  Wreath  of  Flowers, 

Which  he,  in  amorous  Folly, 
Coniign'd  to  Bell,  and  in  few  Hours 

It  came  again  to  Molly. 
Jf  one  of  all  the  Four  has  frown'd, 

You  ne'er  faw People  glummer, 
But  if  one  fmiles,  it  catches  round, 

And  all  are  in  good  Humour. 

Then, 


M  0    S   C   H  U  S.      285 

So  for  the  Faun  fvveet  Echo  burns  ;  5 

Thus  all,  inconftant  in  their  Turns, 
Both  fondly  woo,  are  fondly  woo'd, 
Purfuc,  and  are  themfelves  purfued. 
As  much  as  all  flight  thofe  that  woo, 
So  thofe  that  flight  are  flighted  too  :  10 

Thus 

Then,  Lovers,  hence  this  Leflbn  learn, 

Throughout  the  Brit:fb  Nation, 
How  much  'tis  every  one's  Concern 

To  fmile  a  Reformation  : 
And  ftill  through  Life  this  Rule  purfue, 

Whatever  Objects  ftrike  you, 
Be  kind  to  them  that  fancy  )0u, 
That  thofe  you  h<ve  may  like  you. 

Vkr.  10.  So  thcfe  that  flight  are  flighted  too  ]  Thus 
Theocritus,  Idyllium  6. 

pivyn  roy  (pfaorra.,  k«»  a  (fiStovra.  qwku. 

She,  driven  flill  by  an  unlucky  Fate, 

Flies  thofe  that  love,  and  follows  thofe  that  hate. 

Creech, 

And  Horace,  Book  i.  Ode  33. 
Infjgtietn  taiui  front  e  Lycirida 
Cyri  torret  amor  :    Cyrus  in  ofperutn 
Declmat  Pholoen-*  ■ 

For  Cyrus,  fee  !  Lycoris,  grae'd 

With  flender  Forehead,  burns  j 
For  P  hi/or  t  he Duncomle. 

Ver. 


286      M  0    S   C   H  U  S. 

Thus  rages,  by  capricious  Fate, 

Alternate  Love,  alternate  Hate. 

Ye  fcornful  Nymphs  and  Swains,  I  tell 

This  Truth  to  you  ;  pray,  mark  it  well : 

If  to  your  Lovers  kind  you  prove,  1 5 

You  11  gain  the  Hearts  ofthofeyou  love. 


IDYLLIUM    VII. 
TO    THE    EVENING-STAR. 


H 


AIL,  golden  Star  !  of  Ray  ferene, 
Thou  Fav'rite  of  the  Cyprian  Queen, 

O  He/per  ! 


Ver.  15.  If  to  your  Levers,  &c]  Thus  Theocritus, 
Idyl'.  23. 

Lovers,  farewell ;  Revenge  has  reach'd  my  Scorn ; 
Thus  wam'd,  be  wife,  and  Love  for  Love  return. 

Dryden. 

Idyllium   VII. 

This  Idylllum  has  given  Occafion  to  the  following 
Ode  to  Cynthia,  by  a  Lady  of  Huntingdon ;  which 
mull  be  allowed  to  have  furpaflcd  the  Original : 

Sifter  of  Pkasbus,  gentle  Queen, 
Of  Afpect  mild,  and  Ray  ferene, 
Whofc  friendly  Beams  by  Night  appear, 
The  lonely  Traveller  to  chear  ! 

4  Attractive 


M  0   S   C   H  U  S.      287 

O  He/per !  Glory  of  the  Night, 

Diffufing  through  the  Gloom  Delight ; 

Whofe  Beams  all  other  Stars  outfhine,  $ 

As  much  as  filver  Cynthia  thine  ; 

O  !  guide  me,  fpeeding  o'er  the  Plain, 

To  him  I  love,  my  Shepherd-fwain  ; 

He  keeps  the  mirthful  Feaft,  and  foon 

Dark  Shades  will  cloud  the  fplendid  Moon.      ro 

Of 

Attrattive  Power!  whofe  mighty  Sway 
The  Ccean's  fwelling  Waves  obey, 
And,  mounting  upward,  feem  to  raife 
A  liquid  Altar  to  thy  Praifc: 
Thee  wither'd  Hags,  at  midnight  Hour, 
Invoke  to  their  infernal  Bower  : 
But  I  to  no  fuch  horrid  Rite, 
Sweet  Queen,  implore  thy  iacred  Light, 
Nor  feek,  while  all  but  Lovers  fleep, 
To  rob  the  I\  lifer's  treafur'd  Heap  : 
Thy  kindly  Beams  alone  impart, 
,To  find  the  Youth  who  ftole  my  Heart, 
And  guide  me,  from  thy  filver  Throne, 
To  ileal  his  Heart,  or  find  my  own ! 

Ver.  3.  Glory  of the  Night.']     Thus  Homer,   Matt, 
Book  22,  fpeaking  of  the  fame  Star : 

Oto?  0  ccry%,  X..  T   x. 

As  radiant  He/per  fhiaes  with  keener  Light, 
Far-beaming  o'er  the  filver  Holl  of  Night.      Pope, 

Idyl- 


288      M  O    S   C  H  U  8. 

Of  Lambs  I  never  robb'd  the  Fold, 

Nor  the  lone  Traveller  of  Gold  : 

Love  is  my  Crime  :  O  lend  thy  Ray 

To  guide  a  Lover  on  her  Way ! 

May  the  bright  Star  of  Venus  prove  1 5 

The  gentle  Harbinger  of  Love  ! 

IDYLLIUM    VIII. 
A      L      P      H      E      U      S. 

FROM  Pifay  where  the  Sea  his  Flood  receives, 
AlphhiS)  olive-cro  wn'd,  the  Gift  of  Leaves, 

And 

I  D  Y  L  L  I  U  M     VIII. 

The  Story  of  Alpbeus  and  Arethufa  is  related  at 
large   by  Ovid,   in   his   Metamorpk.   Book 5.     Virgil 
alfo  mentions  it  in  his  JEncid,  Book  3. 
Sicano  pr a tenia  Ji'tijacet  it/Ju/a  contra 
Pkmmyrium  undofum  j  no  nen  dtxere  priores 
Ortygiam.   Alpheumfama  ejl  buc,  Elidis  amnem, 
O^cultas  eg'Jfe  v'-ai  lubter  ware  ;  qui  nunc 
Ore,  Arethufa,  tuo  Suulis  confunditur  undis. 

An  Ifle,  once  call'd  Ortygia,  fronts  the  Sides 
Of  rough  Pbmmyrium,  and  Sicaman  Tides. 
Hither,  'tis  faid,  Alpbeus  %  from  his  Source 
In  Elis'  Realms,  directs  his  vvatry  Courfe; 
Beneath  the  Main  he  takes  his  fecret  Way, 
And  mounts  with  dretbufa's  Streams  to  Day.  Pitt. 

Ver. 


M  O  S  C  H  U  S.       2*9 

And  Flowers,  and  (acred  Duft  is  known  to  bring, 

With  fecret  Courfe,  to  Aretbufa's  Spring ; 

For,  plunging  deep  beneath  the  briny  Tide,      5 

Unmix'd,  and  unperceiv'd  his  Waters  glide. 

Thus    wonder-working    Love,    with  Mifchief 

fraught, 

The  Art  of  Diving  to  the  River  taughfc 

D. 

IDYLLIUM    IX. 
E  U  N  I C  A,   OR,  THE  HERDSMAN. 


w 


HEN  lately  I  ofFer'd  Eun'ica  to  kifc, 
She  fleer'd,  and  fhe  flouted,  and  took  it 
.amirs ; 

"Be 

Ve  r  •  3 .  —/acre J  DuJ}.]  Mcfcbus  calls  the  Duft 
/acrid,  becaufe  the  Olympic  Games,  which  conilitutcd 
no  fmall  Part  of  the  Religion  of  the  -Ancients,  were 
celebrated  at  Elh,  from  whence  Jl^bcus  flowed. 

Idyilium    IX. 

This  Itiyiliun:,  though  commonly  inferted  in  the 
Woiks  of  Theocritus,,  has,  by  Dan'el  Hei.Jius  and 
other  Critics,  been  adjudged  to  Mojchmj  ;  and  there- 
fore is  here  tranllated.  There  is  another  /. 
•of  .which  M/cbui  is  fuppofed  to  have  been  the  A  1- 
O  ..h,r, 


290       M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

«  Be  gone,  you  great  Booby,  fhe  cry'd,  with  a 

Frown, 
M  Do  you  think  that  I  long  for  your  Kifles,  you 

Clown  ? 
"  The  Sparks  of  the  City  my  Favours  efteem —    5 
«<  You  never  (hall  kifs  me,  no,  not  in  a  Dream. 
•*  How  pleafing  your  Look  !  and  how  gently  you 

play  ! 
«'  How  foft  is  your  Voice  !  and  what  fine  Things 

you  fay  ! 
«*  So  neat  is  your  Beard,  and  fo  comely  your  Hair! 
(t  And  your  Lips,  to  be  fure,  are  a  delicate  Pair.  1 0 
"  But  on  your  dear  Perfon  I  never  fhall  doat ; 
cc  So  pray  keep  your  Diftance — you  fmell  like  a 

Goat." 
Thus  fpoke  the  proud  Huffy,  and  view'd  me 

all  round 
With  an  Eye  of  Difdain,  and  thrice  fpit  on  the 

Ground ; 

thor,  containing  a  Dialogue  between  Da ■hnh  and  a 
Shepheidefs;  but  that  is  thought  too  loofe  to  be  here 
inferted.  The  curious  Reader  may  f;e  it  tranflated 
by  Dryden, 

Then 


M  0   S  C  H  U  S.       291 

Thenmimick'd  my  Voice  with  fatyrical  Sneer,  15 
And  fent  me  away  with  a  Flea  in  my  Ear. 
My  Blood  quickly  boil'd,  in  a  violent  Pique, 
And,  red  as  a  Rofe.  Paflion  glow'd  on  my  Cheek; 
For  it  vex'd  me,  that  thus  in  Derifion  fhe  jcer'd 
My  Looks,  and  my  Voice,  and  my  Hair,  and  my 

Beard.  20 

But,  am  I  not  handfome,  ye  Shepherds,  fay  tr>.e  ? 
Or  has  any  God  alter'd  my  Pe'rfdn  anew  ? 
For  lately,  on  Oaks  like  the  Ivy,  with  Grace 
My  Hair  and  my  Beard  added  Charms  to  my  Face : 
My  Brows  were  coal-black,   and  my  Forehead 

milk-white,  25 

And  my  Eyes,  like  Afinervas,  were  azure  and 

bright ; 
My  Lips  fweet  as  Cream,  and  from  them  would  flow 
Words  fweeter  than  Honey,  and  fofter  th in  Snow. 
My  Songs  are  enchanting ;  nor  aught  can  exceed 
The  Tunes  of  my  Pipe,  or  the  Notes  of  my  Reed. 
The  Girls  of  the  Country, if  they  had  theirWills,  3 1 
Would  kifs  me,  and  prefs  me  to  flay  ontheHills; 
O  2  For 


292       M  O  S  C  H  U  S. 

For  they  fay  that  I'm  fair :   But  this  Minx  of  the 

Town 
Refus'd  my  fweet  Kifles,  and  calfd  me  a  Clown. 
Alas  !  {he  forgot,  or,  perhaps,  did  not  know,  35 
That  Bacchus  fed  Herds  in  the  Valley  below ; 
That  Beauty's  fair  Queen  fell  in  Love  with  a  Swain, 
And  help'd  him  his  Cattle  to  tend  on  the  Plain  j 
Adonis,  while  living,  in  Groves  fhe  ador'd, 
And,  when  dead,  (he  in  Groves  and  on  Mountains 

deplor'd.  40 

If  right  my  Conjeclure,  Endymion,  I  ween, 
Like  me  too  once  tended  his  Steers  on  the  Green ; 
Yet  the  Moon  in  thisHerdfman  tookfuchaDelighr, 
That  fhe  met  him  at  Latmos,   and  kifs'd  him  all 

Night. 

Ev'n  Cylele  mourn'd  for  a  Herdfman  ;  and  Jove  45 

Snatch'd  a  Eoy  from  his  Flock. to  be  Waiter  above. 

But  Eunica  difdains  me,  nor  lifts  to  my  Vow  ; 

Is  fhe  better  than  Cynthia  or  Venus,  I  trow  ? 

May  fhe  never  find  Lovers  in  City  or  Plain, 

But  He  always  alone,  yet  (till  wifhing  in  vain !  50 
2  CXJi 


M  0  S  C  H  U  S.       293 

CUPID   TURN'D  PLOUGH  M  A  K 

AN     EPIGRAM. 

P\Ifguis'd  like  a  Ploughman,   Live  dole  from 
"*^     the  Sky, 

HisTorch,and  his  Bow,  and  his  Quiver  thrown  by; 
And,  with  Pouch  at  his  Shoulder,  and  Goad  in 

his  Hand, 
Began  with  yok'd  Oxen  to  furrow  the  Land  : 
And, "  O  Jove,  be  propitious,  he  cry'd,  or  I  vow, 
"  That  I'll  yoke  thee,  Europa's  fam'd  Bull,  to  my 

Plough."  D. 

This  juftly  admired  Epigram  makes  us  regret  that 
Mofchus  has  left  us  no  more.  Tibullus,  as  Broekhuftus 
obferves,  probably  alludes  to  this  Epigram  in  the  Be- 
ginning of  his  Elegy  3.  Book  2.  particularly  in  this 
Verfe, 

Verbaque  aratoris  rujlica  difcit  amor. 

Now  Cupid  joys  to  learn  the  Ploughman's  Phrafe, 

And,  clad  a  Peafant,  o'er  the  Fallows  ftrays. 

Grainger. 

O3  THE 


THE 

L     O     V     E     S 

O    F 

HERO  and  LEANDER. 

Tranflated  from  the  Greek  of  MuSiEus. 


Oft,  by  the  Covert  of  Night's  Shade, 

Leander  woo'd  the  Tbracian  Maid  ; 

Through  foaming  Seas  his  Paflion  bore, 

Norfear'd  the  Ocean's  thundering  Roar. 
The  confcious  Virgin,  from  the  fea-girt  Tower, 
Hung  out  the  faithful  Torch,  to  guide  him  to  her  Bower. 

DoMefj  M'fcell.  Vol.  4.  P.  308. 


O  4  AD- 


ADVERTISEMENT. 

THIS  celebrated  Poem  on  the  Loves  of 
Hero  and  Leander  has  been  admired 
by  the  politeft  Scholars  for  many  Ages :  And 
though'  Mr.  Waller  and  feveral  other  Wri- 
ters of  the  fineft  Tafte  have  conjedured  it  to  be 
cne  of  the  Stories, 

Which  old  Mufaus  (o  divinely  fung  ; 

yet  many  convincing  Arguments  might  be 
brought  to  prove  it  to  have  been  the  Work  of  a 
later  Author,  a  Grammarian  of  that  Name  who 
lived  in  the  Fifth  Century. 

Nor  let  the  Englijh  Reader  look  upon  the  Title 
ef  Grammarian  as  a  Term  of  Reproach,  though 
now  frequently  ufed  as  fuch.  The  Profeffion, 
ftyled  by  the  Ancients  r^«jw.juaTjx>j,  was  the 
fame  with  the  Belles  Lettres  among  the  Moderns : 
And  the  Appellation  of  Grammarian  was  parti- 
cularly applied  to  thofe  who  excelled  in  every 
Kind  of  polite  Writing. 

The  firft  Englijl)  Tranflation  of  the  following 
Poem  appeared,  in  the  Year  1647,  by  Sir  Robert 
Stapylton.  It  has  fince  that  Time  been  fre- 
quently attempted  j  but  with  what  Succefs  is 
left  to  the  Judgment  of  others. 

THE 


THE 

LOVES 

o   f 

HERO  and  LEANDER. 

SING,  Mufe  F  the  confcious  Torch,  whofe 
nightly  Ray 
Led  the  bold  Lover  through  the  watry  Way, 
To  {hare  thofe  Joys  which  mutual  Faith  had  feal'cV 
Joys  to  divine  Aurora  unreveal'd. 
Ab\dos^  Se/tos,  ancient  Town?,  proclaim,  j 

Where  gentleft  Bofomsglow'd  with  purefl  Flame. 
I  hear  Leandcr  dafh  the  foaming  Tide  ! 
Fix'd  high  in  Air,  I  fee  the  glimmering  Guide  ! 
The  genial  Flame,  the  love-enkindling  Light,. 
Signal  of  Joy  that  burn'd  ferenely  bright  j        10 
Whofe  Beams,  in  fair  Effulgency  difplay'd, 
Adom'd  the  Nuptials  of  the  Sejlian  Maid  : 
Which  Jove)  its  friendly  Office  to  repay,, 
Should  plant,  all-glorious,  in  the  Realms  of  Days, 
O  5  Ta 


298        M  U  S    JE    V  S. 

To  blaze  for  ever  'midfl:  the  Stars  above,  15 

And  ftyle  it  gentle  Harbinger  of  Love  : 
For  furcon  Earth  it  fhone  fupre-mely  kind, 
To  footh  the  Anguifh  of  the  love-fick  Mind, 
Till  cloath'd  in  Terroxs  rpfe  the  wintry  Blaft, 
Impetuous  howling  o'er  the  vvatry  Wafle  :       20 
And,  O  !  infpire'me,  Goddefs,  to  refound 
The  Torch  extinguifh'd,  and  the  Lover  drown'd. 

Againft  Myths  fea-beat  S<jlos  flood, 
Two  neighb'ring  Towns,  divided  by  the  Flood  : 
Here  Cupid  prov'd  his  Bow's  unerring  Art,       25 
And  gain'd  two  Conquefts  with  a  fingle  Dart: 
On  two  fond  Hearts  the  fweet  Infection  prey'd, 
A  Youth  engaging,  and  a  beauteous  Maid  : 

Ver.  23.  Agaivfl  Abydos  fea-btat  Seitos  flood.] 
Ahydos  was  a  City  of  Afia,  fituated  on  the  Hellefpont, 
overagainfr.  Se/.'c,  a  City  in  the  Tbracian  Cbcrfimnejus. 
*  Geographers  are  of  Opinion,  that  the  Catties  of  the 
Dardanelles  were  built  on  the  Ruins  of  thefe  two  Pla- 
ces: But  they  are  manifeftly  mittaken  ;  for  there  are 
no  Remains  of  Antiquity  to  be  fcen  near  thofe  Caf- 
tles, but  very  remarkable  ones  three  Miles  farther, 
where  the  Channel  is  confidently  narrower.  he 
2>r*»  aflures  us,  that  the  Strait  at  thefe  Ruins  is  only 
half  a  Mile  over,  and  that  one  of>thcm  h  ltill  called 
Srflos,  and  the  other  Abydos  ur  A-vidu.  Pliny  and  He- 
rodotus fay,  the  narroweft  Part  of  the  Lhannel  is  about 
•kvtu  Stadia,  or  Purloins. 

Of 


M    U    S    /£    U    S.     299 

Of  Se/f-s  fhe,  fair  Hero  was  her  Name  ; 
The  Youth,  Leander,  from  Abydos  came.  30 

Their  Forms  divine  a  bright  Refemblance  bore, 
Each  was  the  radiant  Star  of  either  Shore. 

Thou,  whom  the  Fates  comrniflion  here  to  flray, 
Awhile  the  Turret's  Eminence  furvey  ; 
Thence  Hero  held  the  blazing  Torch,  to  guide  35 
Her  Lover  rolling  on  the  boifterous  Tide  ; 
The  roaring  HelLfpont,  whofe  wave-worn  Strait 
Still  in  loud  Murmurs  mourns  Lea-rider's  Fate. 
Say,  heav'nly  Mufe,  had  Hero  Charms  to  move, 
And  melt  the  Abjdlnian  into  Love  ?  40 

Say,with  what  Wiles  the  amorous  Youth  infpir'd, 
Obtain'd  the  Virgin  whom  his  Soul  admir'd? 

Fair  Hero,  Prieftefs  to  th'  Idalian  Queen, 
Of  Birth  illuftrious,  as  of  graceful  Mien, 
Dwelt  on  a  high  fequefter'd  Tower,  that  flood  45 
Firm  on  the  Ramparts,  and  o'erlook'd  the  Flood: 
Chafte,  and  unconfeious  of  Love's  pleafing  Pain, 
She  feem'd  a  new-born  Venui  of  the  Main  j 
But,  nice  of  Conduct,  prudently  withdrew 
Far  from  the  Follies  of  the  female  Crew  :       50 

O  6  Blctt 


3oo      M    U    S    M    U    S. 

Bleft  in  Retreat,  fhe  fhunn'd  the  vain  Delight 
Of  daily  Vifits,  and  the- Dance  at  Night, 
Content  in  fvveet  Tranquillity  to  fcreen' 
Her  blooming  Beauty  from  malignant  Spleen  ;.. 
For  where  fuperior  Beauty  mines  confeft,         55 
It  kindles  Envy  in  each  female  Breaft. 
To  foften  Venus  oft  with  Prayer  fhe  ftrove, 
Oft  pour'd  Libations  to  the  God  of  Love  ; 
Taught  by  th'  Example  of  the  heavenly  Dame,. 
To  dread  thofe  Arrows  that  were  tipp'dwithFlame. 
Vain  all  her  Caution,  fruitlefs  prov'd  her  Prayer;  61 
Love  gains  an  eafy  Conqueft  o'er  the  Fair. 
For  now  the  facred  Feftival  appear'd, 

By  pious  Sejliam  annually  rever'J, 

At  Venus'  Fane  to  pay  the  Rites  divine,  6$ 

And  offer  Incenfe  at  Adonis'  Shrine. 

Vaft  Crowds  from  all  the  fea-girt  Ifles  repair,. 

The  Day  to  rev'rence,  and  the  Feafl  to  fhare. 

From  flowery  Cyprus,  circled  by  the  Main, 

And  high  Hzmonia,  hafles  the  youthful  Train;  70 

Ver.  60.  To  dread,  &c]    Tn  the  firft  Idyllium  of 
M'/chu.',  Venus  complains  of  Cupid,  that 

His  Darts  and  his  Arrows  are  all  tipp'd  with  Flame. 

Not 


M    U    S    M    U    S.      301 

Not  one  remain'd  of  all  the  female  Race 

Thy  Towns,  Cytbera,  and  thy  Groves  to  grace; 

Afar  from  fpicy  Libanus  advance 

The  Throngs  unnumber'd,  fkill'd  to  lead  the 

Dance ;. 
From  Phrygian  Plains  they  hafte  in  Shoals  away, 
And  all  Abydos  celebrates  the  Day.  76 

To  Sejlos  all  the  mirthful  Youths  repair, 
All  that  admire  the  gay,  the  young,  the  fair; 
For  amorous  Swains,  when  rumour'd  Feafts  invite, 
Joy  at  the  News,  and  follow  with  Delight,      80 
Not  to  the  Gods  to  pay  the  Rites  divine, 
Or  offer  Incenfe  at  fome  facred  Shrine ; 
Few  are  their  Offerings,  and  concife  their  Prayer, 
Who  give  their  whole  Devotion  to  the  Fair. 

As  through  the  Temple  pafs'd  the  Sejiian  Maid, 
Her  Face  a  foften'd  Dignity  difplay'd  j  g6 

Thus  filver  Cynthia  s  milder  Glories  rife, 
To  glad  the  pale  Dominion  of  the  Skies\ 
Her  lovely  Cheeks  a  pure  Vermilion  fheJ, 
Like  Rofes  beautifully  ftreak'd  with  Red  j        g0 
A  flowery  Mead  her  well-turn 'd  Limbs  difclofe, 
Fraught  with  the  blufhing  Beauties  of  the  Rofe : 

But 


302     M    V    S    M    U    S. 

But  when  fhe  mov'd,  in  radiant  Mantle  dreft,-* 
Flowers  half-  unveil'd  adorn'd  herflowingVeft,  \ 
And  numerous  Graces  wanton 'd  on  herBreaft.  J  95 
The  ancient  Sages  made  a  falfe  Decree, 
Who  faid,  the  Graces  were  no  more  than  Three  j 
When  /&r«fmiles,  a  thoufand  Graces  rife, 
Sport  on  her  Gheek,  and  revel  in  her  Eyes. 
Such  various  Beauties  fure  confpir'd  to  prove  1 00 
The  Prieftefs  worthy  of  the  Queen  of  Love. 
Thus  as  fhe  fhone  fuperior  to  the  reft, 
In  the  fweet  Bloom  of  Youth  and  Beauty  drefr, 
Such  Softnefs  temper'd  with  majeftic  Mien,    104 
The  earthly  Prieftefs  match'd  the  heavenly  Queen. 
The  wonderingCrowds  the  radiantNymph  admire, 
And  every  Bofom  kindles  with  Defire ; 
Ea^er  each  longs,  tranfported  with  her  Charms, 
To  clafp  the  lovely  Virgin  in  his  Arms ; 
Where'er  fhe  turns,   their  Eyes,  their  Thoughts 
purfue,  110 

They  figh,  and  fend  their  Souls  at  every  View. 
Then  thus  fome  ardent  Youth  befpoke  the  reft, 
Caft  a  fond  Look,  and  open'd  all  his  Breaft  : 

"  loft 


M    U    S    M    V    S.      303 

"  I  oft  at  Sparta  wondering  have  beheld 
"  Young  Maids  contending  in  the  lilted  Field,  11 J 
"  Spa'tciy  that  boafts  the  emulated  Prize 
"  Of  faireft  Virgins,  and  of  brjghteft  Eyes  ; 
"  Yet  ne'er  till  now  beheld  a  Nymph  fo  fair, 
"  Such  Beauty  blended  with  fuch  graceful  Air: 
"  Perhaps  (for  fure  immortal  is  her  Race)     12© 
*'  Beneath  the  Priefiek  Venus  hides  a  Grace. 
"  My  dazzled  Eyes  with  conftant  gazing  tire, 
"  But  my  fond  Fancy  ever  could  admire. 
"  O  !  make  me,  Venus*  Partner  of  her  Bed, 
14  Though  Fate  that  Inftant  ftrike  the  Lover  dead : 
"  Let  but  my  Love  the  heavenly  Hero  crown,  126 
"  I  on  the  Gods  wi  1  look  fuperior  down. 
"  Should  you  this  Boon  deny,  O  Queen  !  decree, 
u  To  blefs  my  Days,  a  Nymph  as  fair  as  me!"  129 

Thus  fpoke  the  general  Voice  >  the  Train  apart 
Conceal  the  Wound  deep  rankling  in  the  Heart. 
But  when  Leaner  faw  the  blooming  Fair, 
Love  feiz'd  his  Soul  inftead  of  dumb  Defpair; 
Rciblv'd  the  lucky  Moments  to  improve, 
He  fought  Occafion  to  reveal  his  Love  \         135 

The 


$04      M    U    S    M     U    St 

The  glorious  Prize  determin'd  to  obtain, 
Or  perifli  for  thofe  Joys  he  could  not  gain. 
Her  fparkling  Eyes  infilling  fond  Defire 
Entranc'd  his  Soul,  and  kindled  amorous  Fire. 
Such  radiant  Beauty,  like  the  pointed  Dart,  1 40 
With  piercing  Anguifh  flings  th'  unguarded  Heart:. 
For  on  the  Eye  the  Wound  is  firft  impreft, 
'Till  by  Degrees  it  rankles  in  the  Breaft. 
Now  Hope  and  Confidence  invade  his  Soul; 
Then  Fear  and  Shame  alternately  controul :  145^ 
Fear  through  his  Bofomthrill'd;  a  confcious  Shame 
Confefs'd  the  Paflion  which  it  feem'd  to  blame  : 
Her  Beauties  fix'd  him  in  a  wild  Amaze  j 
Love  made  him  bold,,  and  not  afraid  to  gaze. 
With  Step  ambiguous,  and  affected  Air,         150 
The  Youth  advancing  fac'd  the  charming  Fair  : 

Ver.  144.  Now  Hope  and  Confidence,  &c]  Virpil 
finely  defcribes  the  Conflict  of  various  Paflions  in  the 
Breaft  of  Turnus,  JEneid,  Book  12.  Ver.  666. 

-etji.tat  ivgcns 


Jfrio  in  corde  pudor,  mixtoque  irjania  luclu, 
Et  fur  lis  agitatus  amor,  &  confcia  -virtus. 

A  thoufand  various  Thoughts  confound  the  Chief, 
He  (load,  he  gaz'd,   his  Bofom  fwell'd  with  Grief; 
Pride,  confcious  Valour,  Fury,  Love  and  Shame, 
At  once  fee  all  the  Hero  in  a  Flame.  Pitt. 

Each 


M    V    S    M    U    S.      305 

Each  amorous  Glance  he  caft,  tho'  form'd  by  Art, 
Yet  fometimes  fpoke  the  Language  of  his  Heart  i 
With  Nods  and  Becks  he  kept  the  Nymph  in  Play, 
And  tried  all  Wiles  to  fteal  her  Soul  away.     1 55 
Soon  as  (he  faw  the  fraudful  Youth  beguil'd, 
Fair  Hero,  confcious  of  her  Beauty,  fmil'd  j 
Oft  in  her  Veil  conceal'd  her  glowing  Face, 
Sweetly  vermilion'd  with  the  rofy  Grace  ; 
Yet  all  in  vain  to  hide  her  Paffion  tries,         1 60 
She  owns  it  with  her  love-confenting  Eyes. 
Joy  touch'd  the  Bofom  of  the  gentle  Swain, 
To  find  his  Love  was  not  indulg'd  in  vain. 
Then,  while  he  chid  the  tedious  lingering  Day, 
Down  to  the  Weft  declin'd  the  folar  Ray  j     165, 
And  dewy  He/per  {hone  ferenely  bright, 
In  fhadowy  Silence  leading  on  the  Night. 
Soon  as  he  faw  the  dark  involving  Shade, 
Th'  embolden'd  Youth  approach'd  the  blooming 

Maid ; 
Her  lilly  Hand  he  feiz'd,  and  gently  preft,     1 70 
And  foftly  figh'd  the  Paffion  of  his  Breaft  : 
Joy  touch'd  the  Damfel,  tho'  (he  feem'd  difpleas'd, 
And  foon  withdrew  the  lilly  Hand  he  feiz'd. 

The 


306      M    U    S    M    U    S. 

The  Youth  perceiv'd,  through  well-dhTembled 

Wiles, 
A  Heart  juft  yielding  by  conferring  Smiles;   175 
Then  to  the  Temple's  laft  Recefs  convey'd 
The  unreluclant,  unrefifting  Maid: 
Her  lovely  Feet,  that  feem'd  to  lag  behind, 
But  ill  conceal'd  her  voluntary  Mind. 
She  feign'd  Refentment  with  an  angry  Look,  180 
And,  fwcetly  chiding,  thus  indignant  fpoke: 

*•  Stranger,  whatMadnefs  has  pofTefs'd  thy  Brain, 
"  To  drag  me  thus  along  the  facred  Fane  ? 
11  Go — to  your  native  Habitation  go— — 
c«  '  Tis  quite  unkind  to  pull  my  Garments  Co.   1 85 
«*  Rich  are  my  Parents — urge  nut  here  your  Fate, 
*'  Left  their  juft  Vengeance  you  repent  too  late  : 
li  If  not  of  me,  of  f'eftus  itand  alraid, 
"  In  her  own  Fane  folliciting.a  Maid  : 
"««  Hence  fpeed  your  Flight;    and  Venui  Anger 
dread;  190 

**  'Tis  bold  afpiring  to  a  Virgin's  Bed.'* 
.    Thus  chid  the  Maid,  as  Maids  are  wont  to  do. 
And  fhow'd  .her  Anger,  and  her  Fondnefs  too  : 

The 


M    U    S    M     U    S.      307 

The  wily  Youth,  as  thus  the  Fair  complain'd, 
Too  well  perceiv'd  the  Victory  was  gain'd  :  195 
For  Nymphs  enrag'd  the  more  complying  prove, 
And  Chidings  are  the  Harbingers  of  Love. 
He  kifs'd  her  fnowy  Neck,   her  fragrant  Breaft  : 
And  thus  the  Tranfport  of  his  Soul  expreft  : 

•'  01ovelyFair,inwhomcornbin'darefeen  200 
"  The  Charms  of  Venus,  and  Minerva's  Mien  ! 
"  For  fure  no  Virgin  of  terreftrial  Race 
"  Can  vye  with  Hero  in  the  Bloom  of  Face  : 
"  I  deem  your  Lineage  from  the  Gods  above, 
"And  ftyle  you  Daughter  ofSaturnian  Jove..  20j> 
"  Blett  is  the  Father  from  whofe  Loins  you  fprung, 
"  Blrft  is  ths  Mother  at  whofe  Breait  you  hung, 
11  Bleft,  doubly  bleft,  the  fruitful  Womb  that  bore 
«« ''his  heavenly  Forrn  for  Mortals  to  adore. 

"  Yet,  beauteous  Here,  granta.Lover's  Praye?, 
*'  And  to  my  Wi/hes  prove  as  kind  as  fair:  211 
•<  As  Venus'  Priefl.cfs.,  juft  to  Venus  prove, 
4<  Nor  fliun  the  gentle  Offices  of  Love. 
"  O  let  us,  while  the  happy  Hour  invites, 
( "  Prqpitious,,  celebrate  the  nuptial  Rites.        215 

«N» 


3o8      M    U    S    JE    U    S. 

"  No  Maid  can  ferve  in  Cytbereas  Fane  ; 
"  Her  Eyes  delight  not  in  the  Virgin-Train. 
"  But  would  fair  Hero  fecret  Rites  explore, 
'*  The  Laws  of  Venus,  and  her  pleafing  Lore, 
"  Thofe  Rites  are  pra&is'd  in  the  bridal  Bed,  220 
*c  And  there  muft  Hero,  yot  a  Maid,  be  led  : 
*c  Then  as  you  fear  the  Goddefs  to  offend, 
"  In  me  behold  your  Hulband  and  your  Friend, 
"  Ordain'd  by  Cupid,  greateft  God  above, 
"  To  teach  you  all  the  Myfteries  of  Love :    225 
"  As  winged  Mercury,  with  golden  Wand, 
"  Made  Hercules,  with  Diftaff  in  his  Hand, 
"  Tn  pvery  Tafk  of  Otnpbale  fubmit  ; 
**  ThusLove,  more  powerful  than  theGod  of  Wit, 
"  Sent  me  to  you.     'Tis  needlefs  to  relate     23O 
"  The  chafte  Arcadian  dtalanta's  Fate  ; 
*c  Who  from  th'  Embraces  of  Milanion  fled, 
"  Her  faithful  Lover,  and  the  nuptial  Bed : 
m  But  vengeful  Venus  caus'd  the  Nymph  to  burn 
*e  With  equal  Flame,  and  languifh  in  her  Turn* 
"  O  let  Example  warn  you  to  revere  236 

4t  The  wrathful  Goddefs,  and  your  Lover  hear  1" 

Thu* 


M    U    S    &    U    S.     309 

Thus  fpoke  the  Youth — his   magic  Words 
controul 
Her  wavering  Breaft,  and  foften  all  her  Soul. 
Silent  fhe  flood,  and,  rapt  in  Thought  profound, 
Her  modeftEyes  were  fix'd  upon  the  Ground  :  241 
Her  Cheeks  /he  hid,  in  rofy  Blufhes  dreft, 
And  veil'd  her  lilly  Shoulders  with  her  Veft  : 
On  the  rich  Floor,  with  Parian  Marble  laid, 
Her  nimble  Foot  involuntary  play'd.  245 

By  fecret  Signs  a  yielding  Mind  is  meant ; 
And  Silence  fpeaks  the  willing  Maid's  Confent. 
Now  had  the  wily  God's  envenom'd  Dart 
Diffus'd  the  pleafing  Poifon  to  her  Heart ; 
Leander's  Form,  inflilling  foft  Defire,  250 

Woo'd  her  pleas'd  Eyes,  and  fet  her  Soul  on  Fire. 
While  on  the  Ground  fair  Hero  fix'd  her  Sight,' 
Leander  view'd,  with  exquifite  Delight, 
Her  fwelling  Breaft,  and  Neck  as  Ivory 
At  length  her  Face  with  lovely  Blufhes  fpread  255 
She  rais'd,  and  thus  in  fweet  Confufion  faid  : 

"  Stranger,  thy  Words  fuch  magic  Sounds  con- 
vey, 
M  With  foft  Compaffion  Rocks  would  melt  away. 

"Who 


ier  Sight, "1 

''       I 

y  white.  J 


310      M    U    S    M    V    S. 

"'  Who   form'd    thy   Tongue    with   fuch   per- 

fuafive  Art, 
«  To  pour  delightful  Ruin  on  the  Heart  ?     26* 
«*  Ah  !  tell  me,  who  thus  taught  thee  to  explore 
"  My  lone  Retirement  on  the  Thraclan  Shore  ? 
"  Thy  Speech,  tho'pleafing,flow'd  to  me  in  vain.: 
"  How  can  a  Stranger  Hero's  Love  obtain  ? 
"  Should  I  in  public  give  to  thee  my  Hand,  265 
"  My  Parents  would  forbid  the  nuptial  Band. 
«  And  fllould'ft  thou  here  in  clofe  Concealment 

ftay, 

"  Our  fecret  Paffion  would  itfelf  betray ; 

'«  For  foon  the  Voice  of  fcandal-fpreadingFame 

"  The  Deed  of  Silence  would  aloud  proclaim.  270 

"  But,  gentle  Youth,  thy  Name,  thy  Country  tell  j 

'*  For  mine,  alas  !  by  thee  are,  known  too  well. 

<l  In  yon  high  Tower,  which  clofe  to  Sejios  (rands, 

"  And  all  the  roaring  Hellefpont  commands, 

"  With  one  attending  Damfel  I  remain  ;      275 

c*  For  fo  my  Parents  and  the  Fates  ordain  ! 

"  No  Nymphs  coaeval  to  fweet  Mufic's  Sound 

«'  Lead  the  fmooth  Dance,  or  lightly  beat  the 

Ground} 

«  But 


M    U    S    JE     U    S.      311 

"  But  ftormy  Winds  eternal  Difcord  keep, 
"  And  bluftering  bellow  through  the  boundlefs 
Deep."  280 

ThusfpokethePrieftefs,  and,  with  modeftGrace, 
Conceal'd  the  new-born  Beauties  of  her  Face ; 
For  on  her  Cheeks  the  rofeate  Blufh  that  hung 
Seem'd  to  condemn  the  Language  of  her  Tongue. 

Meanwhile  Leander  feeds  the  hidden  Fire,  285 
Glows  in  each  Vein,  and  burns  with  fierce  Defire : 
But  anxious  Doubt  his  mufingBreafl:  alarms  ; 
How  fhall  he  gain  Admittance  to  her  Charms  ? 
Nor  long  he  paus'd,  for  Love  in  Wiles  abounds, 
Well- pleas 'd  to  heal  the  Bofoms  which  he  wounds: 
'Twas  he,  whofe  Arrows  Men  and  Gods  controul, 
That  heal'd  Leander  %  love-afflicted  Soul ; 
Who  thus,  while  Sighs  upheav'd  hisanxiousBreafr, 
The  Nymph  with  artful  Eloquence  addreft  : 

««  For  thee,  dear  Object  of  my  fond  Defire,  295 
"  I'll  crofs  the  Ocean,  though  it  flame  -.  ith  Fire  j 
«'  Nor  would  I  fear  the  Pillows  loud  Alarms, 
«'  While  every  Billow  bore  me  to  thy  Arms  j 

**  Uncheck'd, 


312      M    U    S    JE    V '    S. 

"  Uncheck'd,  undaunted  by  the  boifterous Main, 
"  Tempeftuous  Winds  (hould  round  me  roar  in 

vain :  300 

««  But  oft  as  Night  her  fable  Pinions  fpread, 
"  I  through  the  Storm  would  fwim  to  Hero's  Bed: 
"  For  rich  Abydos  is  the  Home  I  boaft, 
"  Not  far  divided  from  the  Thracian  Coaft. 
"  Let  but  my  Fair  a  kindly  Torch  difplay,   305 
"  From  the  high  Turret,  to  direcl  my  Way  $ 
"  Then  fhall  thy  daring  Swain  fecurely  glide, 
et  The  Bark  of  Cupid,  o'er  the  yielding  Tide, 
M  Thyfelf  my  Haven,  and  thy  Torch  my  Guide: 
"  And  while  I  view  the  genial  Blaze  afar,     310 
w  I'll  fwim  regardlefs  of  Bootes'  Car, 
w  Of  fell  Orion,  and  the  Northern  Wain 
es  That  never  bathes  his  Brightnefs  in  the  Main  : 
**  Thy  Star,  more  eminently  bright  than  they, 
«  Shall  lead  the  Lover  to  his  blifsful  Bay.      315 
"  But  let  the  Torch,  O  Nymph  divinely  fair ! 
*•  My  only  Safety,  be  thy  only  Care ; 
*'  Guard  well  its  Light,  when  wintry  Tempefts 

roar, 
*<  And  hoarfeWaves  break  tumultuous  on  theShore, 

"Left 


:1 

le:J 


M    U    S    &    U    S.      313 

"  Left  the  dire  Storms,  that  blacken  all  the  Sky, 
"  The  Flame  extinguifh,  and  the  Lover  die.  321 
"  Morewould'ft  thou  know  t-LeanderismyName, 
«  The  happieft  Hufband  of  the  faireft  Dame." 
Thus  mutual  vow'd  the  Lovers  to  employ 
The  Nights  in  Raptures  of  myfterious  Joy  j  325 
Her  Tafk,  fecure  th'  extended  Torch  to  keep, 
And  his,  to  crofs  th'  unfathomable  Deep  : 
On  promis'd  Blifs  their  fruitful  Fancies  fed, 
Ecftatic  Pleafures  of  the  nuptial  Bed  j 
Till  the  fond  Nymph,  when  Decency  requir'd,  330 
Back  to  her  Tower  unwillingly  retir'd  : 
Leander,  ere  he  left  his  lovely  Bride, 
Mark'd  well  the  Station  of  the  blazing 
Then  fought  Abydos  crofs  the  founding 

What  now  but  amorous  Scenes  their  Thoughts 
employ,  335 

Confus'd  Ideas  of  the  genial  Joy  ? 
Slow  rofe  on  leaden  Wings  the  Morning  Light, 
Slow  Noon  came  on — the  Lovers  wifh'd  it  Night. 
At  length  dark  Gloom  a  dufky  Mantle  fprcad  j 
Sleep  o'er  the  World  his  balmy  Influence  flied.  340 
P  All 


Guide,    S 
:^ide.    3 


314     M    U    S    M    U    S. 

All  but  Leander  lay  diflblv'd  in  Reft, 
Love  kept  a  ccafelefs  Vigil  in  his  Breaft. 
Silent  he  wander'd  on  the  winding  Shore, 
The  Deep  refounded  with  tremendous  Roar : 
Wide  o'er  the^oaming  Waves  his  anxious  Sight 
Explor'd  the  Torch's  love-proclaimingLight:  346 
He  little  deem'd,  alas  !  its  Flame  would  prove 
The  Blaze  of  Death,  tho'  meant  theTorch  of  Love. 

Soon  as  fair  Hero  from  her  Tower  furvey'd 
Th' Horizon  darken'd  in  the  fable  Shade,      350 
The  Torch  on  high  (he  fix'd  ;  its  Flames  infpirc 
Leander'%  Bofom  with  the  kindred  Fire : 
Quick  thro'  his  Frame  the  bright  Contagion  ran, 
And  with  the  glowing  Signal  glow'd  th'  ena- 

mour'd  Man. 
But  when  he  heard  the  hoarfe-refoundingRoar 
Of  thundering  Billows  breaking  on  the  Shore,  356 
Aghaft  he  flood,  he  fhrunk,  and  thus  addreft 
Thefe  Words  of  Courage  to  his  trembling  Breaft : 

"  Ah  cruel  Love!  whofe  Woe  the  Waves  con- 
fpire  ! 
«  The  Waves  arc  Water,  but  I  burn  with  Fire : 

"  Be 


M    U    S    M     U    S.      315 

"  Be  bold  my  Heart,  the  foaming  Billows  brave, 
"  Nor  fear  the  Threatnings  of  the  wintry  Wave. 
"  Fair  Venus  rofe  propitious  from  the  Main ; 
M  She  calms  the  Ocean's  Rage,  and  fooths  the 
Lover's  Pain." 
He  fpoke,and  ftrai  t  his  lovelyLimbs  undreft,  365 
And  folded  round  his  Head  the  various  Veft  } 
Then  dauntlefs  plunging  in  the  foaming  Tide, 
Dafh'd  with  his  Arms  th' intruding  Waves  afide  : 
Full  in  his  View  he  kept  the  fhining  Mark, 
Himfelf  the  Pilot,  PafTenger,  and  Bark.         370 
While  faithful  Heroy  to. her  Promife  true, 
Watch'd  on  the  Turret  every  Wind  that  blew  ; 
Oft  with  her  Robe  fhe  fcreen'd  the  Torch's  Blaze 
From  dangerous  Blafts  that  blew  a  thoufand  Ways: 
Till  the  tir'd  Youth,  on  rolling  Surges  toft,  375 
Securely  landed  on  the  SeJIian  Coaft. 
Soon  as  fhe  faw  her  Lover  fafe  on  Shore, 
Eager  (he  ran,  and  led  him  to  her  Tower, 
Welcom'd  with  open  Arms  her  panting  Gueft, 
And,  fweetly  fmiling,  to  her  Bofom  preft  :     380 

P  2  Then 


316      M    U    S    M    U    S. 

Then  dumb  with  Joy  the  fhivering  Youth  fhe  led, 

Still  wet  and  weary,  to  the  genial  Bed, 

Wip'd  his  fair  Limbs,  and  fragrant  Oyls  apply'dj 

To  cleanfe  his  Body  from  the  oozy  Tide ; 

Then  clafp'd  him  clofe,  (till  paating,  to  her  Breaft, 

And  thus  with  fond,endearmg  Words  addreft: :  386 

"  My  Life,  my  Lover,  thou  haft  fuffer'd  more 
M  Than  fondeft  Bridegroom  e'er  endur'd  before  j 
11  Deftin'd,  alas  !  dread  Troubles  to  fuftain 
'*  On  the  rough  Bofom  of  the  briny  Main  :  390 
"  Now  let  fweet  Joy  fucceed  in  Sorrow's  Place, 
"  And  lull  thy  Labours  in  my  warm  Embrace." 

She  fpoke :  He  loos'd  her  Virgin  Zone,  to  prove 
The  fecret  Rites,  and  Myfteries  of  Love. 

Ver.  383.  Wip'd  his  fair  Limbs,  and  fragrant  Oyls 
vpplfd.} 
Thus,  in  the  Third  Book  of  the  Odyffey,  Polycajie,  the  . 
Daughter  of  Ne/ior,  bathes  and  anoints  'Telemachus  : 

Sweet  Polycajie  took  the  pleafmg  Toil 

To  bathe  the  Prince,  and  pour  the  fragrant  Oyl. 

On  which  Dr.  Broome  remarks,  that  the  Practice  of 
Women  bathing  and  anointing  Men  frequently  occurs 
in  the  Odyffey  :  Neither  is  this  done  by  Women  of 
inferior  Quality,  but  we  have  here  a  young  Princefs 
bathing,  anointing,  and  cloathing  the  naked  Te/emacbus. 

No 


M    U    S    M    U    S.      317 

No  Youths  with  meafur'd  Dance  the  Nuptials 
crown'd,  395 

Nor  tuneful  Hymn's  congratulating  Sound  : 
No  Bard  invok'd  the  heavenly  Queen  with  Prayer, 
To  fmile  propitious  on  the  wedded  Pair  : 
No  nuptial  Torch  its  golden  Luftre  flied, 
Bright  Torch  of  Love,  to  grace  the  bridal  Bed  f 
No  To  Paans  mufically  rung  ;  401 

No  greeting  Parents  Hymenaeals  fung  : 
But  all  was  Gloom,  and  Silence  all  around, 
Inftead  of  Mufic's  love-infpiring  Sound. 
Beneath  the  Covert  of  the  Night  conceal'd,  405 
They  tafted  Pleafures  mutual  Faith  had  fcal'd  : 
In  clofe  Embraces  all  entranc'd  they  lay, 
In  Raptures  never  uftier'd  to  the  Day  : 
Till  the  fond  Youth  reluclant  left  his  Bride, 
Still  breathing  Love,  and  crofs'd  the  foaming  Tide, 
Thus  Hero  liv'd  unnoted,  unbetray'd,  411 

Each  Night  a  Woman,  and  each  Day  a  Maid. 
Both  wifh'd  the  Hours  on  fwifteft  Wings  would  ftyt 
And  hail'd  the  evening,  not  the  morning  Sky. 

Thus  rapt  in  hidden  Joys,  each  blifsful  Night 
They  pafs'd  in  Ecftacies  of  full  Delight :       4;  6- 
P  3  But 


3 18      M    V    S    M    U    S. 

But  foon,  alas !  thofc  dear-bought  Pleafures  fie  J, 
And  fhort  the  Tranfports  of  that  bridal  Bed  ! 

For  now  relentlefs  Winter,  that  deforms 
With  Froft  theForeft,and  the  Sea  with  Storms,  420 
Bade  the  wild  Winds  o'er  all  the  Ocean  reign, 
And  raife  the  rapid  Whirlpools  of  the  Main  ; 
The  hoarfe  wild  Winds  obey,  and,  with  harfh 

Sound, 
Roar  o'er  the  Surface  of  the  vaft  Profound, 
Rouze  from  theirBcds  the  fcatter'd  Storms  that  flecp 
In  the  dark  Caverns  of  the  dreary  Deep  :       42.6 
The  trembling  Sailor  hears  the  dreadful  Roar, 
Nor  dares  the  wintry  Turbulence 
But  drags  his  Veflel  to  the  fafer 

But  thee,  boldYouth,  no  wintry  Storms  reftrain, 
Nor  all  the  deathful  Dangers  of  the  Main  :    431 
For  when  thou  faw'ft  the  Torch's  Blaze  from  far, 
(Of  nuptial  Biifs  the  bright  prophetic  Star) 
Thee  not  the  furious  Tempeft  could  controul,. 
Nor  calm  the  glowing  Raptures  of  thy  Soul.  435 
Yet  fure  fair  Hen,  when  the  gloomy  Sky 
With  gathering  Clouds  pfcoclaim'd/ough  Winter 

nigh, 

Without 


dreadful  Roar,  1 
ice  explore,  •* 
:r  Shore.  J 


M    U    S    M     U    S.      319 

Without  her  Lover  fhould  have  pafs'd  the  Night, 

Nor  from  the  Tower,  ill-omen'd,  (hown  the  Light. 

But  fhe,  ah  haplefs !  burns  with  fond  Defire,  440 

'  Tis  Love  inflames  her,  while  the  Fates  confpire  : 

The  Torch  of  Death  now  glimmer'd  from  above, 

No  more  the  gentle  Harbinger  of  Love. 

'Twas  Night,  and  angry  Molus  had  hurl'd 

TheWinds  tempeftuous  o'er  the  watry  World;  445 

The  bellowing  Winds  with  Rage  impetuous  roar, 

And  dafti  the  foaming  Billows  on  the  Shore  : 

Ev'n  then  the  Youth,  with  pleafing  Vifions  fed, 

Glows  with  Remembrance  of  the  bridal  Bed  ; 

And,  while  fierce  Tempefts  howl  on  every  Side, 

Floats  on  the  Bofom  of  the  briny  Tide.         451 

Waves,  roll'd  on  Waves,  in  hideous  Heaps  are 

driven, 

Swell'd  into  Mountains,  and  upheav'd  to  Heaven  : 

Bleak  Blafts,  loud-roaring,  the  vex'd  Ocean  fweep, 

Foam  the  dafh'd  Billows,  and  refounds  the  Deep. 

From  every  Part  the  bluftering  Terrors  fly,    4 

Rage  o'er  the  Main,  and  battle  in  the  Sky  : 

The  growling  Thunder  of  the  vaft  Profound 

The  Rocks  rebellow,  and  the  Shores  rebound. 

Amidil 


32o     M    U    S    M    V    S> 

Amidft  the  watry  War,  with  Toils  opprefs'd,  460 
O'erwhelm'd  withBillows,  and  inGulphs  diftrefs'd, 
Leander  oft  with  fuppliant  Prayer  implor'd 
The  fea-fprung  Goddefs,  and  old  Ocean's  Lord  : 
Thee,  Boreas,  too,  he  fummon'd  to  his  Aid, 
Nor  was  unmindful  of  th'  Athenian  Maid  :      465 
But  Prayers  are  fruitlefs,  and  Petitions  vain  ; 
Love  muft  fubmit  to  what  the  Fates  ordain. 
From  Wave  to  Wave  the  haplefs  Youth  is  toft, 
Now  heav'donhigh,  and  now  in  Whirlpools  loft. 
His  weary'd  Feet  no  more  his  Will  obey,       47a 
His  Arms  hang  ufelefs,  and  forget  to  play. 
Borne  on  the  Surge  fupine,  and  void  of  Breath, 
He  drinks  the  briny  Wave,  and  draws  in  Death. 
Thus  while  in  fatal  Rage  each  Wind  confpires," 
Extincl  at  once  the  Flame,  and  Lover's  Fires, 
Fainting  he  finks,  and  with  the  Torch  expires. - 
While  on  the  Turret  Hero  mourn'd  his  Stay, 
And  fondly  fighing  chid  his  long  Delay, 
Perplexing  Anguifh  in  herBofom  rofe, 
Nor  knew  her  Eyes  the  Bleffings  of  Repofe.  4§« 

Now 


M    U    SJE    US.      321 

Now  rofe  the  Morn,  in  ruflet  Veft.  array'd, 
Still  from  th'  impatient  Fair  the  Lover  ftay'd  : 
Watchful  (he  flood,  and  caft  her  Eyes  around 
O'er  the  wide  Beach,  and  o'er  the  Depths  profound, 
Haply  to  fpy  her  Lover,  fhould  he  ft  ray,         485 
The  Light  extinguifh'd,  'midfl  the  watry  Way  : 
But  when  (he  faw  him  breathlefs  on  the  Sand, 
Stretch'd,  ghaftly-pa'e,  byDcath'srelentlefsHand, 
Shefhrick'd  aloud  ;  and  from  her  throbbing  Tread 
Rent  the  gay  Honours  of  her  flowery  Veil  j    4;o 
Then  from  the  Tower  her  beauteous  Body  caft, 
And  on  her  Lover's  Bofom  breath'd  her  laft  : 
Nor  could  the  Fates  this  faithful  Pair  divide  ; 
They  liv'd  united,  and  united  died. 

VER.494.  They  liv'd  united,  and  united  d ed."\ 
1  They  were  lovely  and  pleafant  in  their  Lives,  anU 
'  in  their  Death  they  were  not  divided.1 

II  Sam.  Chap.  1.  Ver.  23. 


N         I         S. 


INDEX 

TO       THE 

ODESofANACREON. 

Ode  Page 

I.  /~\  N  his  Lyre  3 
1I.V,/  On  Women.    By  another  Hand  6 

III.  Cupid  lemghted  9 

IV.  On  Uimfelf  I  3 
V.  On  the  Roe  VJ 

VI.  Wi  /V/7  of  P  leaf  are  19 

V I  f .  77v  /><?  wtr  of  Low  2  2 

VIII.   Tie  Dream  23 

IX.  77*  Dew  26 

X.  Cupid  /'»  V/ax  3 1 

XI.  0«  Kmf-lf.     By  another  Hand  33 

XII.   On  a  SnvalLnu  30 

XII  f.  Ow  Atys  39 

XIV.  Low  irrefiiiib'e  41 

XV.  Happy  Lfe.   .  By  Dr.  Broome  44 

XVI.  Tie  Power  of  B>auty.    By  the  fame  47 

XVII.   The  f  her  Bowl  48 

XVIII.    ^..o.'/*>-  51 

XlX.   iVe  ought  to  drink  53 

XX.  TobizMftrefs.    By  £r.  Broome  54 

[.  Sumner  58 

II.  7&  IW*r$  By  E.  G.  B.  -£/?.  59 
III.   'I he  Vanity  of  Ride's  6 1 

XX  tV.  %'  jwj**'  ^3 

XXV.   #7//*  banijhes  Cares  64 

XXVI.  TbeTranfporttof^im  65 

XXVII.  7/fe  /»>•«/> */Bacchus  68 

XX VIII.  Jtf*  Mi&reJ?j  Picture.         Prom  the  Guar- 

dian 69 

« The  fame  imitatul.  By  another  Hand. 

72 

XXIX.  Ba- 


INDEX.  Page 

XXIX.  Bathyllus  75 

XXX.  Cupid  taken  Prfoner  79 

XXXI.   The  pleafing  Frenzy  80 

XXXII.  The  Number  of  his  Miflreffes  82 

XXXIII.  The  Swallow  85 

XXXIV.  To  his  Miftrefs  87 
XXXV.  On  the  Pidure  of  Europa  88 

XXXVI.  Life JhouU  be  enjoyed.  By  Dr.  Broome    89 
XXX  V II.  Spring.     By  the  fame  9 1 

XXXV11I.  On  Him/elf  93 

XXXIX.  On  the  fame  94 

XL.   Cupid  wounded  97 

XLI.  The  Banquet  of  Wine  99 

XLII.   OnH'mfejf  1 02 

XL1II.  The  Gra/hopper  104 

XLIV.  The  Dream  1 07 

XLV.  Cupid'/  Da>ts.     By  another  Hand      108 
XL  VI.  The  Power  of  Gold  1  1 1 

XLVII.  Young  Old-age  1 1  3 

XLVIII.  Gay  Life.    By  Dr.  Broome  1 14 

XLIX.  To  a  Painter.     By  another  Hand         1 1 5 
L.   The    happy    Effeils    of   Wine.       By    Dt\ 
Broome  117 

LT.  On  a  Difk  reprefenting  Venus.  By  another 
Hand  1 « 8 

LII.  Grapes,  or  the  Vintage.  By  Dr.  Broome  1 2 1 
LIII.  The  Rofe.  By  the  fame  123 

LIV.  Grown  young.     By  the  fame  129 

LV.  The  Mark.     By  the  fame  130 

LVI.  Old-age.  By  the  fame  1 3  1 

L VII.  That  wejhould  drink  with  Moderation   I 3  3 
LVIII.   The  Love-dr aught  135 

LIX.  To  afomful  Beauty  136 

LX.  Epithalamiutn  137 

LXI.  On  Gold  139 

LXIL  On  the  Sf ring  142 

LXI II.  To  Cupid  143 

LXIV.  To  the  fume  144 

LXV.   On 


INDEX.  Page 

LXV.  On  Him/elf  146 

LXVI.  H)tnn  on  Apollo.  By  Dr.  Broome  147 

LXVII.   On  Love  I  r0 

LXV  III.  The  Supplication  151 

LX1X.  Artemon  :  J  Fragment  152 

LXX.  To  his  Boy  ir? 

The   EPIGRAMS   of  ANACREON  157 

The  LIFE  of  SAPPHO  171 

The  ODES   of  SAPPHO  180 

FRAGMENTS  of  SAPPHO  188 

E  P  I  G  R  A  M  S  of  S  A  P  P  H  O  193 
The  LIVES  of  BION  and  MOSCHUS  199 

The   I  D  Y  L  L I  U  M  S  of  B  I  O  N. 

I.  On  the  Death  of  Adonis  207 

J  I.   Cupid  and  the  Foiv/er    ,  220 

III.  The  Teacher  taught  222 

IV.  The  Power  of  Love  223 
V.   Life  to  be  enjoyed  224 

VI.  Cleodamus  «WMyrfon  226 

VII.  Epithalamium  of  Achilles  dWDeidamia  228 

VIII.  Love  reftftlcfs  231 

IX.  Friendship  232 

FRAGMENTS  of  BION  233 

The   IDYLLIUMS    of  MOSCHUS. 

I.  Cupid  loji      ,  239 

II.  Europa  244 

J  J  I.  On  the  Death  of  Bion  259 

IV.  Megara  272 

V.  The  Choice  282 
VI.  Capricious  Lo<ve  283 

VII.  To  the  Evening-Jlar  286 

VIII.  Alphe'us  288 

IX.  Eunica  289 

Cupid  turned  Ploughman.     An  Epigram  293 

The  Loves  o/"Hero  and  Leander.     By  Mvs/eus.    295 


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