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ODE TO PITY.
O THOU, the friend of man, assign'd
And charm his frantic woe:
When first Distress, with dagger keen,
By Pella's bard, a magic name,
By all the griefs his thought could frame,
Long, Pity, let the nations view
Thy sky-worn robes of tenderest blue,
Euripides, of whom Aristotle pronounces, on a comparison of him with Sophocles, that he was the greater master of the tender passions, ἦν τραγικώτερος.
But wherefore need I wander wide
Deserted stream, and mute?
There first the wren thy myrtles shed
To him thy cell was shown;
Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's aid,
There Picture's toils shall well relate
The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand,
b The river Arun runs by the village of Trotton in Sussex, where Otway had his birth.
There let me oft, retired by day,
To hear a British shell!
ODE TO FEAR.
THOU, to whom the world unknown,
I see, I see thee near.
I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye!
Lifts her red arm, exposed and bare :
© Alluding to the Kúvas äpuктovs of Sophocles. See the Electra.
Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see,
In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice, Silent and pale, in wild amazement hung.
Yet he, the bardd who first invoked thy name, 30
But who is he whom later garlands grace,
Where thou and furies shared the baleful grove?
Wrapt in thy cloudy veil, the incestuous queen Sigh'd the sad call' her son and husband heard, When once alone it broke the silent scene,
And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd.
οὐδ ̓ ἔτ ̓ ὠρώρει βοή, ̔Ην μὲν σιωπή· φθέγμα δ ̓ ἐξαίφνης τινὸς θώϋξεν αὐτόν, ὥστε πάντας ὀρθίας Στῆσαι φόβω δείσαντας ἐξαίφνης τρίχας. See the Edip. Colon. of Sophocles.