Yet ev'n these bones from infult to protect With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, And many a holy text around fhe ftrews, For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, *Ch'i veggio nel penfier, dolce mio fuoco, PETRARCH, SON. 169. "There "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech "Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, "Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, "Or craz❜d with care, or crofs'd in hopeless love. "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; "Another came; nor yet befide the rill, "Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in fad array "Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canft read) the lay, "Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." THE EPITAPH, HERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther feek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, preventofa fpeme. PETRARCH. SON. 114 THE THE PROGRESS OF POESY. A PINDARIC O D E. Φωνᾶνα συνελοῖσιν. ἐς Δὲ τὸ πᾶν ἑρμηνέων χαλίζει. PINDAR. OLYMP. II. ADVERTISE MEN T.. WHEN the Author first published this and the following Ode, he was advised, even by his Friends, to fubjoin fome few explanatory Notes; but had too much respect for the understanding of his Readers to take that liberty. I. t. AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling ftrings. From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thousand rills their mazy progress take : * Awake, my glory awake, lute and harp. DAVID'S PSALMS. Pindar ftyles his own poetry with its mufical accompanyments, Αἰοληὶς μολπὴ, Αἰόλιδες χορδαὶ, Αἰολίδων πνοαὶ ἀυλῶν. Eolian fong, Æolian strings, the breath of the Æolian flute. The The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Now the rich stream of mufic winds along, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Headlong, impetuous, fee it pour : The rocks, and nodding groves, rebellow to the roar. I. 2. * Oh! Sovereign of the willing foul, Parent of fweet and folemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the fullen Cares, And frantic Paffions, hear thy foft controul, And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command. The fubject and fimile, as ufual with Pindar, are united. The various fources of poetry, which gives life and luftre to all it touches, are here defcribed; its quiet majestic progress enriching every subject (otherwife dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irrefiftible courfe, when fwoln and hurried away by the conAlict of tumultuous paffions. * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent fallies of the foul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar. This is a faint imitation of fome incomparable lines in the fame Ode. Of |