Oh! sovereign of the willing soul,* And frantic passions hear thy soft crontrol. And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king Thee the voice, the dance obey,t O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic sport, and blue-eyed pleasures, eye Now pursuing, now retreating, * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent sallies of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar. + Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body. ་ To brisk notes in cadence beating Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: Man's feeble race what ills await-* Labour, and penury, the racks of pain, Disease, and sorrow's weeping train, And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse? Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war. In climes beyond the solar road,t Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode. Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. To compensate the real and imaginary ills of life, the Muse was given to mankind by the same Providence that sends the day by its cheerful presence to dispel the gloom and terrors of the night. + Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest and most uncivilised nations: its connection with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it. Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep,* Or where Mæander's amber waves Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast. In thy green lap was nature's darling+ laid, Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal boy! * Progress of poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surrey and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy, and formed their taste there; Spenser imitated the Italian writers; Milton improved on them: but this school expired soon after the Restoration, and a new one arose on the French model, which subsisted almost to our own time. + Shakspere. Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. Nor second he,* that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of ecstacy, He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding расе. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more Oh! lyre divine, what daring spirit Wakes thee now? though he inherit Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beneath the good how far-but far above the great. THE BAR D. PINDARIC.* "Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Though, fann'd by conquest's crimson wing, Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To arms! cried Mortimer,‡ and couch'd his quiv'ring lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of wo, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air), "Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, This ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death. + Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward. Edmond de Mortimer, lord of Wigmore. Both of these were Lords-Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and who both probably accompanied the king in this expedition. |