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Specimens of the Classic Poets in a Chronolgical Series from Homer to Tryphiodorus. Tr. Into Engl. Verse, with Biogr. and Critical Notices by C.A. Elt

Specimens of the Classic Poets in a Chronolgical Series from Homer to Tryphiodorus. Tr. Into Engl. Verse, with Biogr. and Critical Notices by C.A. Elt

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ISBN10: 1150122501
ISBN13: 9781150122507
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 66
Weight: 0.65
Height: 0.44 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1814. Excerpt: ... THE FIRST PYTHIAN ODE. TO HIERO OF Jetna, TYRANT OF SYRACUSE, ON HIS VICTORY IN THE CHARIOT-RACE. I. 1. Oh lyre of gold: Which Phoebus, and that sister choir, With crisped locks of darkest violet hue, Their seemly heritage for ever hold: The cadenc'd step hangs listening on thy chime; Spontaneous joys ensue; The vocal troop obey thy signal notes: While sudden from the shrilling wire To lead the solemn dance thy murmur floats In its preluding flight of sound: And in thy stream of music drown'd The forked light'ning in Heaven's azure clime Quenches its ever-flowing fire. I. 2. The monarch eagle then hangs down On either side his flagging wing, And on Jove's sceptre rocks with slumbering head: Hovering vapours darkling spread O'er his arch'd beak, and veil his filmy eye: Thou pour'st a sweet mist from thy string; And, as thy music's thrilling arrows fly, He feels soft sleep effuse From every pore its balmy-stealing dews, And heaves his ruffled plumes in slumber's ecstacy. Stern Mars hath dropp'd his sharp'd and barbed spear; And starts, and smiles to hear Thy warbled chaunt, while joy flows in upon his mind: Thy music's weapons pierce, disarm The demons of celestial kind, By Apollo's music-charm, And accent of the zoned, full-bosom'd, maids That haunt Pieria's shades. L 3. But they, whom Jove abhors, with shuddering ear The voices of the Muses hear; Whether they range the earth or tossing sea: Such is that hundred-headed giant, he Of blessed Gods an enemy, Typhon; who lies in chasm of Tartarus drear: To whom Cilicia's legend-fabled cave His nourish'd being gave: Now on his shaggy breast Sicilia's isle and Cuma's sea-girt shore Are ponderously prest; And that round pillar of the sky With congelation hoar, iEtna, crushes him from high; While the year rolls slo...