When morning sends her fragrant breezes forth, Let Wisdom's awful suffrage guide To her of old by Jove was given To judge the various deeds of earth and heaven; 'Twas thine by gentle arts to win us to her sway. IV. 1. Oft as, to well-earn'd ease resign'd, I quit the maze where Science toils, IV. 2. When friendship and when letter'd mirth IV. 3. But when from envy and from death to claim A hero bleeding for his native land; When to throw incense on the vestal flame Of Liberty my genius gives command, Nor Theban voice nor Lesbian lyre Conscious of powers she never knew, Astonish'd grasps at things beyond her view,' Nor by another's fate submits to be confin'd. ODE XIV. TO THE HONOURABLE CHARLES TOWNSHEND; FROM THE COUNTRY. I. SAY, Townshend, what can London boast To pay thee for the pleasures lost, The health to-day resign'd, When Spring from this her favourite seat Bade Winter hasten his retreat, And met the western wind. II. O knew'st thou how the balmy air, No more would noisy courts engage; III. Oft I look'd forth, and oft admir'd; And sure, I cried, the rural gods IV. But ah, in vain my restless feet Which knew their forms of old: Nor Wood-nymph tripping through her glade, Did now their rites unfold: V. Whether to nurse some infant oak They turn the slowly tinkling brook VI. Such rites, which they with Spring renew, VII. But soon shall thy enlivening tongue With noble hope inspire: Then will the sylvan powers again VIII. Beneath yon Dryad's lonely shade Of turf with laurel fram'd; And thou the inscription wilt approve: "This for the peace which, lost by love, By friendship was reclaim'd." ODE XV. TO THE EVENING STAR. I. TO-NIGHT retir'd the queen of heaven. And now to Hesper it is given II. O Hesper, while the starry throng III. So may the bridegroom's genial strain Thee still invoke to shine; So may the bride's unmarried train To Hymen chaunt their flattering vow, Still that his lucky torch may glow With lustre pure as thine. IV. Far other vows must I prefer Of Philomela's bower. V. Propitious send thy golden ray, Thou purest light above: Let no false flame seduce to stray Where gulf or steep lie hid for harm; But lead where music's healing charm May soothe afflicted love. VI. To them, by many a grateful song These lawns, Olympia's haunt, belong: Oft by yon silver stream we walk'd, VII. Nor seldom, where the beechen boughs That roofless tower invade, |