WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR 1746.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country"s wishes bless"d!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow"d mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod 5 Than Fancy"s feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim-gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; 10 And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
VARIATIONS.
Ver.
5. She then shall dress a sweeter sod
7. By hands unseen the knell is rung;
8. By fairy forms their dirge is sung;
ODE TO MERCY.
STROPHE.
O Thou, who sitt"st a smiling bride By Valour"s arm"d and awful side, Gentlest of sky-born forms, and best adored; Who oft with songs, divine to hear, Winn"st from his fatal grasp the spear, 5 And hidest in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword!
Thou who, amidst the deathful field, By G.o.dlike chiefs alone beheld, Oft with thy bosom bare art found, Pleading for him the youth who sinks to ground: 10 See, Mercy, see, with pure and loaded hands, Before thy shrine my country"s genius stands, And decks thy altar still, though pierced with many a wound.
ANTISTROPHE.
When he whom even our joys provoke, The fiend of nature join"d his yoke, 15 And rush"d in wrath to make our isle his prey; Thy form, from out thy sweet abode, O"ertook him on his blasted road, And stopp"d his wheels, and look"d his rage away.
I see recoil his sable steeds, 20 That bore him swift to salvage deeds, Thy tender melting eyes they own; O maid, for all thy love to Britain shown, Where Justice bars her iron tower, To thee we build a roseate bower; 25 Thou, thou shalt rule our queen, and share our monarch"s throne!
ODE TO LIBERTY.
STROPHE.
Who shall awake the Spartan fife, And call in solemn sounds to life, The youths, whose locks divinely spreading, Like vernal hyacinths in sullen hue, At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding, 5 Applauding Freedom loved of old to view?
What new Alcaeus,[21] fancy-blest, Shall sing the sword, in myrtles drest, At Wisdom"s shrine awhile its flame concealing, (What place so fit to seal a deed renown"d?) 10 Till she her brightest lightnings round revealing, It leap"d in glory forth, and dealt her prompted wound!
O G.o.ddess, in that feeling hour, When most its sounds would court thy ears, Let not my sh.e.l.l"s misguided power[22] 15 E"er draw thy sad, thy mindful tears.
No, Freedom, no, I will not tell How Rome, before thy weeping face, With heaviest sound, a giant-statue, fell, Push"d by a wild and artless race 20 From off its wide ambitious base, When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke, And all the blended work of strength and grace, With many a rude repeated stroke, And many a barbarous yell, to thousand fragments broke. 25
EPODE.
Yet, even where"er the least appear"d, The admiring world thy hand revered; Still, "midst the scatter"d states around, Some remnants of her strength were found; They saw, by what escaped the storm, 30 How wondrous rose her perfect form; How in the great, the labour"d whole, Each mighty master pour"d his soul!
For sunny Florence, seat of art, Beneath her vines preserved a part, 35 Till they,[23] whom Science loved to name, (O who could fear it?) quench"d her flame.
And lo, an humbler relic laid In jealous Pisa"s olive shade!
See small Marino[24] joins the theme, 40 Though least, not last in thy esteem: Strike, louder strike the enn.o.bling strings To those,[25] whose merchant sons were kings; To him,[26] who, deck"d with pearly pride, In Adria weds his green-hair"d bride; 45 Hail, port of glory, wealth, and pleasure, Ne"er let me change this Lydian measure: Nor e"er her former pride relate, To sad Liguria"s[27] bleeding state.
Ah no! more pleased thy haunts I seek, 50 On wild Helvetia"s[28] mountains bleak: (Where, when the favour"d of thy choice, The daring archer heard thy voice; Forth from his eyrie roused in dread, The ravening eagle northward fled:) 55 Or dwell in willow"d meads more near, With those to whom thy stork[29] is dear: Those whom the rod of Alva bruised, Whose crown a British queen[30] refused!
The magic works, thou feel"st the strains, 60 One holier name alone remains; The perfect spell shall then avail, Hail, nymph, adored by Britain, hail!
ANTISTROPHE.
Beyond the measure vast of thought, The works the wizard time has wrought! 65 The Gaul, "tis held of antique story, Saw Britain link"d to his now adverse strand,[31]
No sea between, nor cliff sublime and h.o.a.ry, He pa.s.s"d with unwet feet through all our land.
To the blown Baltic then, they say, 70 The wild waves found another way, Where Orcas howls, his wolfish mountains rounding; Till all the banded west at once "gan rise, A wide wild storm even nature"s self confounding, Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise. 75 This pillar"d earth so firm and wide, By winds and inward labours torn, In thunders dread was push"d aside, And down the shouldering billows borne.
And see, like gems, her laughing train, 80 The little isles on every side, Mona,[32] once hid from those who search the main, Where thousand elfin shapes abide, And Wight who checks the westering tide, For thee consenting heaven has each bestow"d, 85 A fair attendant on her sovereign pride: To thee this blest divorce she owed, For thou hast made her vales thy loved, thy last abode!
SECOND EPODE.
Then too, "tis said, an h.o.a.ry pile, "Midst the green navel of our isle, 90 Thy shrine in some religious wood, O soul-enforcing G.o.ddess, stood!
There oft the painted native"s feet Were wont thy form celestial meet: Though now with hopeless toil we trace 95 Time"s backward rolls, to find its place; Whether the fiery-tressed Dane, Or Roman"s self o"erturn"d the fane, Or in what heaven-left age it fell, "Twere hard for modern song to tell. 100 Yet still, if Truth those beams infuse, Which guide at once, and charm the Muse, Beyond yon braided clouds that lie, Paving the light embroider"d sky, Amidst the bright pavilion"d plains, 105 The beauteous model still remains.
There, happier than in islands blest, Or bowers by spring or Hebe drest, The chiefs who fill our Albion"s story, In warlike weeds, retired in glory, 110 Hear their consorted Druids sing Their triumphs to the immortal string.
How may the poet now unfold What never tongue or numbers told?
How learn delighted, and amazed, 115 What hands unknown that fabric raised?
Even now before his favour"d eyes, In gothic pride, it seems to rise!
Yet Graecia"s graceful orders join, Majestic through the mix"d design: 120 The secret builder knew to choose Each sphere-found gem of richest hues; Whate"er heaven"s purer mould contains, When nearer suns emblaze its veins; There on the walls the patriot"s sight 125 May ever hang with fresh delight, And, graved with some prophetic rage, Read Albion"s fame through every age.
Ye forms divine, ye laureat band, That near her inmost altar stand! 130 Now soothe her to her blissful train Blithe Concord"s social form to gain; Concord, whose myrtle wand can steep Even Anger"s bloodshot eyes in sleep; Before whose breathing bosom"s balm 135 Rage drops his steel, and storms grow calm: Her let our sires and matrons h.o.a.r Welcome to Briton"s ravaged sh.o.r.e; Our youths, enamour"d of the fair, Play with the tangles of her hair, 140 Till, in one loud applauding sound, The nations shout to her around, O how supremely art thou blest, Thou, lady--thou shalt rule the west!
FOOTNOTES:
[21] Alluding to that beautiful fragment of Alcaeus:
?? ??t?? ??ad? t? ??f?? f???s?, H?spe? ???d??? ?" ???st??e?t??, ?te t?? t??a???? ?ta?et??.
?s?????? t" ????a? ep???sat??.
F??ta?" ???d?" ?? t? p?? te????a?, ??s??? d" e? a?a??? se fas?? e??a?, ??a pe? p?d???? ????e??, ??de?d?? te fas?? ????dea.
?? ??t?? ??ad? t? ??f?? f???s?, Ospe? ???d??? ?" ???st??e?t??, ?t" ????a??? e? T?s?a??
??d?a t??a???? ?ppa???? e?a??et??.
?e? sf?? ??e?? esseta? ?at" a?a?, F??ta?" ???d?e, ?" ???st??e?t??, ?t? t?? t??a???? ?ta?et??, ?s?????? t" ????a? ep???sat??.
~En myrtou kladi to xiphos ph.o.r.eso, Hosper Harmodios k" Aristogeiton, Hote ton tyrannon ktaneten.
Isonomous t" Athenas epoiesaten.
Philtath" Harmodi" ou ti pou tethnekas, Nesois d" en makaron se phasin einai, Hina per podokes Achileus, Tydeiden te phasin Diomedea.
En myrtou kladi to xiphos ph.o.r.eso, osper Harmodios k" Aristogeiton, Hot" Athenaies en Thysiais Andra tyrannon Hipparchon ekaineten.
Aei sphon kleos essetai kat" aian, Philtath" Harmodie, k" Aristogeiton, Hoti ton tyrannon ktaneton, Isonomous t" Athenas epoiesaton.~
[22] ?? ? ta?ta ?e??e?, ? da????? ??a?e ????.
Callimach. ???? e?? ???t?a. C.