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ODE TO PITY.
O Thou, the friend of man, assign'd
And charm his frantic woe :
His wild unsated foe!
By Pella's a bard, a magic name,
a Euripides, of whom Aristotle pronounces, on a comparison of him with Sophocles, that he was the greater master of the tender passions, ήν τραγικώτερος.
But wherefore need I wander wide
Deserted stream, and mute ?
Been soothed by Pity's lute.
There first the wren thy myrtles shed
To him thy cell was shown;
Thy turtles mix'd their own.
Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's aid,
Thy temple's pride design:
In all who view the shrine.
There Picture's toils shall well relate
O'er mortal bliss prevail :
With each disastrous tale.
b The river Arun runs by the village of Trotton in Sussex, where Otway had his birth.
There let me oft, retired by day,
Allow'd with thee to dwell :
To hear a British shell!
ODE TO FEAR.
Thou, to whom the world unknown,
Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear !
I see thee near.
© Alluding to the Kúvag äpuktovs 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 bard a who first invoked thy name, 30
Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he nursed the poet's flame, But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's
But who is he whom later garlands grace,
Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews to rove, 35 With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace,
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.
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