What to pursue in Virgil's lay: Till hope afcends to loftieft things, V. O vers'd in all the human frame, Lead thou where'er my labour lies, To Grecian purity chastize : While hand in hand, at wisdom's shrine, COME then, tell me, fage divine, Is it an offence to own 'That our bofoms e'er incline * Verulam gave one of his titles to Francis Bacon, Novum Organum. So can fancy's dream rejoice, So conciliate reafon's choice, As one approving word of her impartial voice. II. If to fpurn at noble praise Than Timoleon's arms acquire, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.. ODE XVIII. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON. M. DCC. XLVII. I. I. THE wife and great of every clime, Through all the spacious walks of Time, To mortal fenfe impart : They beft the foul with glory fire; They nobleft counfels, boldest deeds inspire ; And high o'er Fortune's rage inthrone the fixed heart. I. 2. Nor I. 2. Nor lefs prevailing is their charm Can Cromwell's arts, or Marlborough's fword, No, Haftings. Thou my words will own : Thy breaft the gifts of every Mufe hath known; Nor fhall the giver's love disgrace thy noble name. I. 3. The Mufe's awful art, And the bleft function of the Poet's tongue, Ne'er fhalt thou blush to honour; to affert From all that scorned vice or flavish fear hath fung. Nor fhall the blandishment of Tuscan strings Warbling at will in pleasure's myrtle bower; Nor fhall the fervile notes to Celtic kings By flattering minstrels paid in evil hour, Move thee to fpurn the heavenly Mufe's reign. A different ftrain, And other themes From her prophetic fhades and hallow'd streams (While men and heroes throng'd around) may find, And how, by glory, virtue fhall be crown'd. II. 1. Such was the Chian father's ftrain With equal bounty to requite, He ftruck his magic ftrings; And pour'd fpontaneous numbers forth, And feiz'd their ears with tales of ancient worth, And fill'd their mufing hearts with vaft heroic things. II. 2. Now oft, where happy fpirits dwell, Who firft the race with freedom fir'd; From whom Lycurgus Sparta's fons infpir'd; From whom Plataan palms and Cyprian trophies came. II. 3. O II. 3. O nobleft, happiest age ! When Ariftides rul'd, and Cimon fought; When all the generous fruits of Homer's page Exulting Pindar faw to full perfection brought. O Pindar, oft fhalt thou be hail'd of me: Not that Apollo fed thee from his fhrine; Not that thy lips drank sweetness from the bee; Nor yet that, ftudious of thy notes divine, Pan danc'd their measure with the fylvan throng: But that thy fong Was proud to unfold What thy base rulers trembled to behold; The Mufe's law didft rightly know; Muft feel his own with all her spirit glow. III. 1. Are there, approv'd of later times, Whofe verfe adorn'd a * tyrant's crimes? Who faw majestic Rome betray'd, And lent the imperial ruffian aid ? Alas! not one polluted Bard, No, not the strains that Mincius heard, Or Tibur's hills reply'd, Octavianus Cæfar. Dare |