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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Odes of Anacreon, by Thomas Moore
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+Title: The Odes of Anacreon
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+Author: Thomas Moore
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+Release Date: December 6, 2011 [EBook #38230]
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+ THE ODES OF ANACREON.
+
+
+ 'Nec, si quid olim lusit Anacreon
+ Delevit aetas.' _Hor._
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ THE ODES OF ANACREON.
+
+ TRANSLATED BY THOMAS MOORE.
+
+ WITH FIFTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIVE DESIGNS BY GIRODET DE ROUSSY.
+
+ _NOW FIRST PRODUCED IN ENGLAND._
+
+ LONDON:
+ JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, PICCADILLY.
+
+
+
+
+ LONDON:
+ STRANGEWAYS AND WALDEN, PRINTERS,
+ Castle St. Leicester Sq.
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION TO THE ENGLISH EDITION.
+
+
+Amongst the innumerable translators of Anacreon, there was one--a
+Frenchman by birth--who was both an illustrious painter and a literary
+enthusiast. Girodet de Roussy, inspired by a genius altogether Greek in
+its character, has translated Anacreon better by his pencil than he
+could have been translated by words. One might fancy that his designs
+had been executed under Anacreon's own eye by some Greek artist, who had
+himself witnessed that soft and voluptuous existence, where song and
+pleasure are one.
+
+Seldom indeed have chasteness of execution and voluptuousness of
+character been so curiously and indissolubly blended. Seldom has a
+modern artist so happily caught the spirit of an ancient poet. We seem
+to be transported, as in a dream, to the vines, and orange-groves, and
+cloudless skies of Greece, and the wearied spirit abandons itself for a
+while to the soft influences of the azure heaven, the countless
+luxuriance of roses, the undulating forms of the fair girls dancing in
+the shade, while youthful attendants brim the beaker with wine. Under
+such influences we remember that youth, and love, and mirth are
+immortal, and we say with Horace,--
+
+'Nec, si quid olim lusit Anacreon Delevit aetas.'[1]
+
+In that close wrestle of the genius that imitates with the genius that
+creates, Girodet alone came out from the trial successfully. He has
+shown himself the rival of Anacreon in grace, in _abandon_, in
+_naivete_. He has succeeded in depicting his poet's theme with equal
+elegance and delicacy. Loving with a real love those old Greek songs, he
+has displayed them in living beauty before our eyes in fifty-four
+exquisite drawings. To attempt such a masterpiece required a poet's as
+well as a painter's skill; and Girodet was both a painter and a poet.
+
+In examining these compositions, one cannot abstain from a certain kind
+of surprise: all the odes of Anacreon revolve upon two or three central
+ideas, expressed in a manner full of grace, unquestionably, but still
+always the same ideas. The artist, while not deviating from the narrow
+circle traced for him by the poet, shows a fecundity and variety that
+are truly marvellous--that astonish and enchant us at the same time. The
+nobility, elegance, and wealth of accessories that prevail throughout
+the whole series might, as we have already hinted, lead us to suppose
+that we owed them to one of the famous artists that Greece produced: the
+painter and the poet seem to have been born under one heaven, and
+informed with one soul.
+
+The manners of the time in which Anacreon lived permitted him to say
+many things which, in their crudity, might offend our modern taste.
+Girodet is not less voluptuous than Anacreon; but he always maintains
+that grace and delicacy which add so great a charm to the voluptuous:
+nowhere in his animated panorama is sight or sense shocked.
+
+These designs originally accompanied a translation of the Odes of
+Anacreon, made by the painter himself and published shortly after his
+death. Some small photographs of them on a greatly reduced scale
+appeared in 1864, in an exquisite little edition of the original Greek,
+from the press of Firmin Didot, at the almost prohibitive price of Two
+Pounds. The present reproductions are on a scale more proportionate with
+the originals, and constitute the first appearance of Girodet's designs
+in England, where, we feel assured, they will be appreciated as they
+deserve by all true lovers of classical art.
+
+The English verse-translation of Moore has been chosen to accompany
+them, because, though it has often been objected to by the learned for
+its imperfect scholarship, it seemed to us to be most in harmony with
+the real spirit of the great French painter, and of the old Greek poet
+himself.
+
+ _Oct. 25, 1869._
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] 'Time cannot raze Anacreon's name, Nor prey upon his youthful
+strains.'
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+_FRONTISPIECE_--THE APOTHEOSIS OF ANACREON.
+
+PAGE
+
+THE LYRE OF ANACREON 15
+
+NATURE'S GIFT TO WOMAN 19
+
+CUPID BELATED 23
+
+ANACREON TENDING CUPID 27
+
+CUPID TRIES HIS BOW 31
+
+LOVE AND WINE 35
+
+THE ROSE 39
+
+THE GENIUS OF FESTIVITY 43
+
+A RACE WITH CUPID 47
+
+ANACREON'S DREAM 51
+
+THE DOVE 55
+
+THE GIFT OF VENUS 59
+
+THE DOVE TENDED BY ANACREON 63
+
+THE IMAGE OF CUPID 67
+
+AGE AND PLEASURE 71
+
+THE CONFLICT WITH LOVE 75
+
+THE SURRENDER 79
+
+THE WREATH OF ROSES 83
+
+THE VICTORY OF THE EYE 87
+
+THE CUP 91
+
+CUPID DISARMED 95
+
+THE MIRROR 99
+
+THE CHAPLET OF FLOWERS 103
+
+THE TRUE WEALTH 107
+
+THE POWER OF WINE 111
+
+SONG AND DANCE 115
+
+THE PORTRAIT 119
+
+BATHYLLUS 123
+
+THE RANSOM OF CUPID 127
+
+THE FAIR FUGITIVE 131
+
+THE LILY AND THE ROSE 135
+
+EUROPA AND THE BULL 139
+
+ANACREON DEFYING THE PHILOSOPHER 143
+
+THE GRACES AND SPRING 147
+
+THE SUMMONS TO FESTIVITY 151
+
+THE BOWL OF WINE 155
+
+VOWS TO VENUS 159
+
+CUPID STUNG 163
+
+THE DANCE OF MIRTH 167
+
+THE FRONTLET OF HYACINTH 171
+
+CAUGHT BY LOVE 175
+
+THE LEMNIAN CAVE 179
+
+THE EVERGREEN HEART 183
+
+THE BLUSHING YEAR 187
+
+THE QUEEN OF LOVE 191
+
+THE ROSE 195
+
+YOUTH AND DANCE 199
+
+THE LOVER'S EYES 203
+
+SPRING 207
+
+VISION OF THE TEIAN BARD 211
+
+THE HARP 215
+
+BACCHANTS 219
+
+CUPID IN THE GOBLET 223
+
+
+
+
+_ODE I._
+
+
+ I often wish this languid lyre,
+ This warbler of my soul's desire,
+ Could raise the breath of song sublime,
+ To men of fame in former time.
+ But when the soaring theme I try,
+ Along the chords my numbers die,
+ And whisper, with dissolving tone,
+ 'Our sighs are given to love alone!'
+ Indignant at the feeble lay,
+ I tore the panting chords away,
+ Attuned them to a nobler swell,
+ And struck again the breathing shell;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ In all the glow of epic fire,
+ To Hercules I wake the lyre!
+ But still its fainting sighs repeat,
+ 'The tale of love alone is sweet!'
+ Then fare thee well, seductive dream,
+ That madest me follow Glory's theme;
+ For thou my lyre, and thou my heart,
+ Shall never more in spirit part;
+ And thou the flame shalt feel as well
+ As thou the flame shalt sweetly tell.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE II._
+
+
+ To all that breathe the airs of heaven,
+ Some boon of strength has Nature given.
+ When the majestic bull was born,
+ She fenced his brow with wreathed horn.
+ She arm'd the courser's foot of air,
+ And wing'd with speed the panting hare.
+ She gave the lion fangs of terror,
+ And, on the ocean's crystal mirror,
+ Taught the unnumber'd scaly throng
+ To trace their liquid path along;
+ While for the umbrage of the grove,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ She plumed the warbling bird of love.
+ To man she gave the flame refined,
+ The spark of heaven--a thinking mind!
+ And had she no surpassing treasure,
+ For thee, oh woman! child of pleasure?
+ She gave thee beauty--shaft of eyes,
+ That every shaft of war outflies!
+ She gave thee beauty--blush of fire,
+ That bids the flames of war retire!
+ Woman! be fair, we must adore thee;
+ Smile, and a world is weak before thee!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE III._
+
+
+ 'Twas noon of night, when round the pole
+ The sullen Bear is seen to roll;
+ And mortals, wearied with the day,
+ Are slumbering all their cares away;
+ An infant, at that dreary hour,
+ Came weeping to my silent bower,
+ And waked me with a piteous prayer,
+ To save him from the midnight air!
+ 'And who art thou,' I waking cry,
+ 'That bidd'st my blissful visions fly?'
+ 'O gentle sire!' the infant said,
+ 'In pity take me to thy shed;
+ Nor fear deceit: a lonely child
+ I wander o'er the gloomy wild.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Chill drops the rain, and not a ray
+ Illumes the drear and misty way!'
+ I hear the baby's tale of woe;
+ I hear the bitter night-winds blow;
+ And sighing for his piteous fate,
+ I trimm'd my lamp and oped the gate.
+ 'Twas Love! the little wandering sprite,
+ His pinion sparkled through the night!
+ I knew him by his bow and dart;
+ I knew him by my fluttering heart!
+ I take him in, and fondly raise
+ The dying embers' cheering blaze;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Press from his dank and clinging hair
+ The crystals of the freezing air,
+ And in my hand and bosom hold
+ His little fingers thrilling cold.
+ And now the embers' genial ray
+ Had warm'd his anxious fears away:
+ 'I pray thee,' said the wanton child,
+ (My bosom trembled as he smiled,)
+ 'I pray thee let me try my bow,
+ For through the rain I've wander'd so,
+ That much I fear the ceaseless shower
+ Has injured its elastic power.'
+ The fatal bow the urchin drew;
+ Swift from the string the arrow flew;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Oh! swift it flew as glancing flame
+ And to my very soul it came!
+ 'Fare thee well,' I heard him say,
+ As laughing wild he wing'd away:
+ 'Fare thee well, for now I know
+ The rain has not relax'd my bow;
+ It still can send a maddening dart,
+ As thou shalt own with all thy heart!'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE IV._
+
+
+ Strew me a breathing bed of leaves,
+ Where lotos with the myrtle weaves;
+ And while in luxury's dream I sink,
+ Let me the balm of Bacchus drink!
+ In this delicious hour of joy,
+ Young Love shall be my goblet-boy;
+ Folding his little golden vest,
+ With cinctures, round his snowy breast,
+ Himself shall hover by my side,
+ And minister the racy tide!
+ Swift as the wheels that kindling roll,
+ Our life is hurrying to the goal:
+ A scanty dust, to feed the wind,
+ Is all the trace 'twill leave behind.
+ Why do we shed the rose's bloom
+ Upon the cold insensate tomb?
+ Can flowery breeze, or odour's breath,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Affect the slumbering chill of death?
+ No, no; I ask no balm to steep
+ With fragrant tears my bed of sleep:
+ But now, while every pulse is glowing,
+ Now let me breathe the balsam flowing;
+ Now let the rose, with blush of fire,
+ Upon my brow its scent expire;
+ And bring the nymph with floating eye,--
+ Oh! she will teach me how to die!
+ Yes, Cupid! ere my soul retire,
+ To join the blest elysian choir,
+ With wine, and love, and blisses dear,
+ I'll make my own elysium here!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE V._
+
+
+ Buds of roses, virgin flowers,
+ Cull'd from Cupid's balmy bowers,
+ In the bowl of Bacchus steep,
+ Till with crimson drops they weep!
+ Twine the rose, the garland twine,
+ Every leaf distilling wine;
+ Drink and smile, and learn to think
+ That we were born to smile and drink.
+ Rose! thou art the sweetest flower
+ That ever drank the amber shower;
+ Rose! thou art the fondest child
+ Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild!
+ E'en the gods, who walk the sky,
+ Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
+ Cupid too, in Paphian shades,
+ His hair with rosy fillet braids,
+ When with the blushing naked Graces,
+ The wanton winding dance he traces.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Then bring me showers of roses, bring,
+ And shed them round me while I sing:
+ Great Bacchus! in thy hallow'd shade,
+ With some celestial, glowing maid,
+ While gales of roses round me rise,
+ In perfume, sweeten'd by her sighs,
+ I'll bill and twine in airy dance,
+ Commingling soul with every glance!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE VI._
+
+
+ While our rosy fillets shed
+ Blushes o'er each fervid head,
+ With many a cup and many a smile
+ The festal moments we beguile.
+ And while the harp, impassion'd, flings
+ Tuneful rapture from the strings,
+ Some airy nymph, with fluent limbs,
+ Through the dance luxuriant swims,
+ Waving, in her snowy hand,
+ The leafy Bacchanalian wand,
+ Which, as the tripping wanton flies,
+ Shakes its tresses to her sighs;
+ A youth the while, with loosen'd hair,
+ Floating on the listless air,
+ Sings to the wild harp's tender tone,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ A tale of woes, alas! his own;
+ And then what nectar in his sigh,
+ As o'er his lip the murmurs die!
+ Surely never yet has been
+ So divine, so blest a scene!
+ Has Cupid left the starry sphere,
+ To wave his golden tresses here?
+ Oh yes! and Venus, queen of wiles,
+ And Bacchus, shedding rosy smiles,
+ All, all are here, to hail with me
+ The genius of festivity!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE VII._
+
+
+ Arm'd with hyacinthine rod,
+ (Arms enough for such a god,)
+ Cupid bade me wing my pace,
+ And try with him the rapid race,
+ O'er the wild torrent, rude and deep.
+ By tangled brake and pendent steep,
+ With weary foot I panting flew,
+ My brow was chill with drops of dew.
+ And now my soul, exhausted, dying,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ To my lip was faintly flying;
+ And now I thought the spark had fled,
+ When Cupid hover'd o'er my head,
+ And fanning light his breezy plume,
+ Recall'd me from my languid gloom;
+ Then said, in accents half-reproving,
+ 'Why hast thou been a foe to loving?'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE VIII._
+
+
+ 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl
+ Had deeply warmed my swimming soul;
+ As lull'd in slumber I was laid,
+ Bright visions o'er my fancy play'd!
+ With virgins blooming as the dawn,
+ I seem'd to trace the opening lawn;
+ Light, on tiptoe bathed in dew,
+ We flew, and sported as we flew!
+ Some ruddy striplings, young and sleek,
+ With blush of Bacchus on their cheek,
+ Saw me trip the flowery wild
+ With dimpled girls, and slily smiled;
+ Smiled indeed with wanton glee,
+ But, ah! 'twas plain they envied me.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ And still I flew--and now I caught
+ The panting nymphs, and fondly thought
+ To kiss--when all my dream of joys,
+ Dimpled girls and ruddy boys,
+ All were gone! 'Alas!' I said,
+ Sighing for the illusions fled,
+ 'Sleep! again my joys restore,
+ Oh! let me dream them o'er and o'er!'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE IX._
+
+
+ Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
+ Thus your humid pinions move,
+ Shedding through the air in showers
+ Essence of the balmiest flowers?
+ Tell me whither, whence you rove,
+ Tell me all, my sweetest dove.--
+ Curious stranger! I belong
+ To the bard of Teian song:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ With his mandate now I fly
+ To the nymph of azure eye;
+ Ah! that eye has madden'd many,
+ But the poet more than any!
+ Venus, for a hymn of love,
+ Warbled in her votive grove,
+ ('Twas in sooth a gentle lay,)
+ Gave me to the bard away.
+ See me now his faithful minion,
+ Thus with softly-gliding pinion,
+ To his lovely girl I bear
+ Songs of passion through the air.
+ Oft he blandly whispers me,
+ 'Soon, my bird, I'll set you free.'
+ But in vain he'll bid me fly,
+ I shall serve him till I die.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Never could my plumes sustain
+ Ruffling winds and chilling rain,
+ O'er the plains, or in the dell,
+ On the mountain's savage swell;
+ Seeking in the desert wood
+ Gloomy shelter, rustic food.
+ Now I lead a life of ease,
+ Far from such retreats as these;
+ From Anacreon's hand I eat
+ Food delicious, viands sweet;
+ Flutter o'er his goblet's brim,
+ Sip the foamy wine with him.
+ Then I dance and wanton round
+ To the lyre's beguiling sound;
+ Or with gently-fanning wings
+ Shade the minstrel while he sings:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ On his harp then sink in slumbers,
+ Dreaming still of dulcet numbers!
+ This is all--away--away--
+ You have made me waste the day.
+ How I've chatter'd! prating crow
+ Never yet did chatter so.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE X._
+
+
+ 'Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee,
+ What in purchase shall I pay thee
+ For this little waxen toy,
+ Image of the Paphian boy?'
+ Thus I said the other day,
+ To a youth who pass'd my way:
+ 'Sir,' he answer'd, and the while
+ Answer'd all in Doric style,
+ 'Take it, for a trifle take it;
+ Think not yet that I could make it;
+ Pray, believe it was not I;
+ No--it cost me many a sigh,
+ And I can no longer keep
+ Little gods, who murder sleep!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Here, then, here,' (I said with joy)
+ 'Here is silver for the boy:
+ He shall be my bosom guest,
+ Idol of my pious breast!'
+ Little Love! thou now art mine,
+ Warm me with that torch of thine;
+ Make me feel as I have felt,
+ Or thy waxen frame shall melt.
+ I must burn in warm desire,
+ Or thou, my boy, in yonder fire!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XI._
+
+
+ The women tell me every day,
+ That all my bloom has past away.
+ 'Behold,' the pretty wantons cry,
+ 'Behold this mirror with a sigh;
+ The locks upon thy brow are few,
+ And like the rest, they're withering too!'
+ Whether decline has thinn'd my hair,
+ I'm sure I neither know nor care;
+ But this I know, and this I feel,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ As onward to the tomb I steal,
+ That still as death approaches nearer,
+ The joys of life are sweeter, dearer;
+ And had I but an hour to live,
+ That little hour to bliss I'd give!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XII._
+
+
+ I will; I will; the conflict's past,
+ And I'll consent to love at last.
+ Cupid has long, with smiling art,
+ Invited me to yield my heart;
+ And I have thought that peace of mind
+ Should not be for a smile resign'd;
+ And I've repell'd the tender lure,
+ And hoped my heart should sleep secure.
+ But, slighted in his boasted charms,
+ The angry infant flew to arms;
+ He slung his quiver's golden frame,
+ He took his bow, his shafts of flame,
+ And proudly summon'd me to yield,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Or meet him on the martial field.
+ And what did I unthinking do?
+ I took to arms, undaunted too;
+ Assumed the corslet, shield, and spear,
+ And, like Pelides, smiled at fear.
+ Then (hear it, all you powers above!)
+ I fought with Love! I fought with Love!
+ And now his arrows all were shed
+ And I had just in terrors fled--
+ When heaving an indignant sigh
+ To see me thus unwounded fly,
+ And having now no other dart,
+ He glanced himself into my heart!
+ My heart--alas the luckless day!
+ Received the god, and died away.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Farewell, farewell, my faithless shield!
+ Thy lord at length is forced to yield.
+ Vain, vain, is every outward care,
+ My foe's within, and triumphs there.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XIII._
+
+
+ I care not for the idle state
+ Of Persia's king, the rich, the great!
+ I envy not the monarch's throne,
+ Nor wish the treasured gold my own.
+ But oh! be mine the rosy braid,
+ The fervour of my brows to shade;
+ Be mine the odours, richly sighing,
+ Amidst my hoary tresses flying.
+ To-day, I'll haste to quaff my wine,
+ As if to-morrow ne'er should shine;
+ But if to-morrow comes, why then--
+ I'll haste to quaff my wine again.
+ And thus while all our days are bright,
+ Nor time has dimm'd their bloomy light,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Let us the festal hours beguile
+ With mantling cup and cordial smile;
+ And shed from every bowl of wine
+ The richest drop on Bacchus' shrine!
+ For Death may come, with brow unpleasant,
+ May come, when least we wish him present,
+ And beckon to the sable shore,
+ And grimly bid us drink no more!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XIV._
+
+
+ Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms,
+ Or tell the tale of Theban arms;
+ With other wars my song shall burn,
+ For other wounds my harp shall mourn.
+ 'Twas not the crested warrior's dart,
+ Which drank the current of my heart;
+ Nor naval arms, nor mailed steed,
+ Have made this vanquish'd bosom bleed;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ No--from an eye of liquid blue,
+ A host of quiver'd cupids flew;
+ And now my heart all bleeding lies
+ Beneath this army of the eyes!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XV_.
+
+
+ Grave me a cup with brilliant grace,
+ Deep as the rich and holy vase,
+ Which on the shrine of Spring reposes,
+ When shepherds hail that hour of roses.
+ Grave it with themes of chaste design,
+ Form'd for a heavenly bowl like mine.
+ Display not there the barbarous rites,
+ In which religious zeal delights;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Nor any tale of tragic fate,
+ Which history trembles to relate!
+ No--cull thy fancies from above,
+ Themes of heaven and themes of love.
+ Let Bacchus, Jove's ambrosial boy,
+ Distil the grape in drops of joy,
+ And while he smiles at every tear,
+ Let warm-eyed Venus dancing near,
+ With spirits of the genial bed,
+ The dewy herbage deftly tread.
+ Let Love be there, without his arms,
+ In timid nakedness of charms;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ And all the Graces link'd with Love,
+ Blushing through the shadowy grove;
+ While rosy boys disporting round,
+ In circlets trip the velvet ground;
+ But ah! if there Apollo toys,
+ I tremble for my rosy boys!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XVI._
+
+
+ The Phrygian rock that braves the storm,
+ Was once a weeping matron's form;
+ And Progne, hapless, frantic maid,
+ Is now a swallow in the shade.
+ Oh! that a mirror's form were mine,
+ To sparkle with that smile divine;
+ And like my heart I then should be,
+ Reflecting thee, and only thee!
+ Or were I, love, the robe which flows
+ O'er every charm that secret glows,
+ In many a lucid fold to swim,
+ And cling and grow to every limb!
+ Oh! could I, as the streamlet's wave,
+ Thy warmly-mellowing beauties lave,
+ Or float as perfume on thine hair,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ And breathe my soul in fragrance there!
+ I wish I were the zone, that lies
+ Warm to thy breast, and feels its sighs!
+ Or like those envious pearls that show
+ So faintly round that neck of snow,
+ Yes, I would be a happy gem,
+ Like them to hang, to fade like them.
+ What more would thy Anacreon be?
+ Oh! anything that touches thee.
+ Nay, sandals for those airy feet--
+ Thus to be press'd by thee were sweet!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XVII._
+
+
+ Now the star of day is high,
+ Fly, my girls, in pity fly,
+ Bring me wine in brimming urns,
+ Cool my lip, it burns, it burns!
+ Sunn'd by the meridian fire,
+ Panting, languid I expire!
+ Give me all those humid flowers,
+ Drop them o'er my brow in showers.
+ Scarce a breathing chaplet now
+ Lives upon my feverish brow;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Every dewy rose I wear
+ Sheds its tears and withers there.
+ But for you, my burning mind!
+ Oh! what shelter shall I find?
+ Can the bowl, or floweret's dew,
+ Cool the flame that scorches you?
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XVIII._
+
+
+ If hoarded gold possess'd a power
+ To lengthen life's too fleeting hour,
+ And purchase from the land of death
+ A little span, a moment's breath,
+ How I would love the precious ore!
+ And every day should swell my store;
+ That when the Fates would send their minion,
+ To waft me off on shadowy pinion,
+ I might some hours of life obtain,
+ And bribe him back to hell again.
+ But, since we ne'er can charm away
+ The mandate of that awful day,
+ Why do we vainly weep at fate,
+ And sigh for life's uncertain date?
+ The light of gold can ne'er illume
+ The dreary midnight of the tomb!
+ And why should I then pant for treasures?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Mine be the brilliant round of pleasures;
+ The goblet rich, the board of friends,
+ Whose flowing souls the goblet blends:
+ Mine be the nymph, whose form reposes
+ Seductive on that bed of roses;
+ And oh! be mine the soul's excess,
+ Expiring in her warm caress!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XIX._
+
+
+ When my thirsty soul I steep,
+ Every sorrow's lull'd to sleep.
+ Talk of monarchs! I am then
+ Richest, happiest, first of men;
+ Careless, o'er my cup I sing,
+ Fancy makes me more than king;
+ Gives me wealthy Croesus' store,
+ Can I, can I wish for more?
+ On my velvet couch reclining,
+ Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
+ While my soul dilates with glee,
+ What are kings and crowns to me?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ If before my feet they lay,
+ I would spurn them all away!
+ Arm you, arm you, men of might,
+ Hasten to the sanguine fight;
+ Let me, oh my budding vine,
+ Spill no other blood than thine.
+ Yonder brimming goblet see,
+ That alone shall vanquish me.
+ Oh! I think it sweeter far
+ To fall in banquet than in war!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XX._
+
+
+ When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy,
+ The rosy harbinger of joy,
+ Who, with the sunshine of the bowl,
+ Thaws the winter of our soul;
+ When to the inmost core he glides,
+ And bathes it with his ruby tides,
+ A flow of joy, a lively heat,
+ Fires my brain, and wings my feet;
+ 'Tis surely something sweet, I think,
+ Nay, something heavenly sweet, to drink!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Sing, sing of love, let music's breath
+ Softly beguile our rapturous death,
+ While, my young Venus, thou and I
+ To the voluptuous cadence die!
+ Then waking from our languid trance,
+ Again we'll sport, again we'll dance.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXI._
+
+
+ Thou, whose soft and rosy hues,
+ Mimic form and soul infuse;
+ Best of painters! come portray
+ The lovely maid that's far away.
+ Far away, my soul! thou art,
+ But I've thy beauties all by heart.
+ Paint her jetty ringlets straying,
+ Silky twine in tendrils playing;
+ And, if painting hath the skill
+ To make the spicy balm distil,
+ Let every little lock exhale
+ A sigh of perfume on the gale.
+ Where her tresses' curly flow
+ Darkles o'er the brow of snow,
+ Let her forehead beam to light,
+ Burnish'd as the ivory bright.
+ Let her eyebrows sweetly rise
+ In jetty arches o'er her eyes,
+ Gently in her crescent gliding,
+ Just commingling, just dividing.
+ But hast thou any sparkles warm,
+ The lightning of her eyes to form?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Let them effuse the azure ray
+ With which Minerva's glances play,
+ And give them all that liquid fire
+ That Venus' languid eyes respire.
+ O'er her nose and cheek be shed
+ Flushing white and mellow'd red;
+ Gradual tints, as when there glows
+ In snowy milk the bashful rose.
+ Then her lip, so rich in blisses!
+ Sweet petitioner for kisses!
+ Pouting nest of bland persuasion,
+ Ripely suing Love's invasion.
+ Then beneath the velvet chin,
+ Whose dimple shades a love within,
+ Mould her neck with grace descending.
+ In a heaven of beauty ending;
+ While airy charms, above, below,
+ Sport and flutter on its snow.
+ Now let a floating, lucid veil,
+ Shadow her limbs, but not, conceal;
+ A charm may peep, a hue may beam,
+ And leave the rest to Fancy's dream.
+ Enough--'tis she! 'tis all I seek;
+ It glows, it lives, it soon will speak.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXII._
+
+ And now with all thy pencil's truth,
+ Portray Bathyllus, lovely youth!
+ Let his hair in lapses bright,
+ Fall like streaming rays of light,
+ And there the raven's dye confuse
+ With the yellow sunbeam's hues.
+ Let not the braid, with artful twine,
+ The flowing of his locks confine;
+ But loosen every golden ring,
+ To float upon the breeze's wing,
+ Beneath the front of polished glow.
+ Front as fair as mountain-snow,
+ And guileless as the dews of dawn,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Let the majestic brows be drawn,
+ Of ebon dies, enriched by gold,
+ Such as the scaly snakes unfold.
+ Mingle in his jetty glances,
+ Power that awes, and love that trances;
+ Steal from Venus bland desire,
+ Steal from Mars the look of fire,
+ Blend them in such expression here,
+ That we by turns may hope and fear!
+ Now from the sunny apple seek
+ The velvet down that spreads his cheek;
+ And there let Beauty's rosy ray
+ In flying blushes richly play;
+ Blushes, of that celestial flame
+ Which lights the cheek of virgin shame.
+ Then for his lips, that ripely gem--
+ But let thy mind imagine them!
+ Paint, where the ruby cell uncloses,
+ Persuasion sleeping upon roses;
+ And give his lip that speaking air,
+ As if a word was hovering there!
+ His neck of ivory splendour trace,
+ Moulded with soft but manly grace;
+ Fair as the neck of Paphia's boy,
+ Where Paphia's arms have hung in joy.
+ Give him the winged Hermes' hand.
+ With which he waves his snaky wand:
+ Let Bacchus then the breast supply,
+ And Leda's son the sinewy thigh.
+ But oh! suffuse his limbs of fire
+ With all that glow of young desire,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Which kindles, when the wishful sigh
+ Steals from the heart, unconscious why.
+ Thy pencil, though divinely bright,
+ Is envious of the eye's delight,
+ Or its enamoured touch would shew
+ His shoulder, fair as sunless snow,
+ Which now in veiling shadow lies,
+ Removed from all but Fancy's eyes,
+ Now, for his feet--but hold--forbear--
+ I see a godlike portrait there;
+ So like Bathyllus! sure there's none
+ So like Bathyllus but the Sun!
+ Oh! let this pictured god be mine,
+ And keep the boy for Samos' shrine;
+ Phoebus shall then Bathyllus be,
+ Bathyllus then the deity!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXIII._
+
+
+ One day, the Muses twined the hands
+ Of baby Love, with flowery bands;
+ And to celestial Beauty gave
+ The captive infant as her slave.
+ His mother comes with many a toy,
+ To ransom her beloved boy;
+ His mother sues, but all in vain!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ He ne'er will leave his chains again.
+ Nay, should they take his chains away,
+ The little captive still would stay.
+ 'If this,' he cries, 'a bondage be,
+ Who could wish for liberty?'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXIV._
+
+
+ Fly not thus my brow of snow,
+ Lovely wanton! fly not so.
+ Though the wane of age is mine,
+ Though the brilliant flush is thine,
+ Still I'm doom'd to sigh for thee,
+ Blest, if thou couldst sigh for me!
+ See, in yonder flowery braid,
+ Cull'd for thee, my blushing maid,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ How the rose, of orient glow,
+ Mingles with the lily's snow;
+ Mark, how sweet their tints agree,
+ Just, my girl, like thee and me!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXV._
+
+
+ Methinks, the pictur'd bull we see
+ Is amorous Jove--it must be he!
+ How fondly blest he seems to bear
+ That fairest of Phoenician fair!
+ How proud he breasts the foamy tide
+ And spurns the billowy surge aside!
+ Could any beast of vulgar vein,
+ Undaunted thus defy the main?
+ No: he descends from climes above,
+ He looks the God, he breathes of Jove!
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXVI._
+
+
+ Away, away, you men of rules,
+ What have I to do with schools?
+ They'd make me learn, they'd make me think,
+ But would they make me love and drink?
+ Teach me this; and let me swim
+ My soul upon the goblet's brim;
+ Teach me this, and let me twine
+ My arms around the nymph divine!
+ Age begins to blanch my brow,
+ I've time for nought but pleasure now.
+ Fly, and cool my goblet's glow
+ At yonder fountain's gelid flow;
+ I'll quaff, my boy, and calmly sink
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ This soul to slumber as I drink!
+ Soon, too soon, my jocund slave,
+ You'll deck your master's grassy grave;
+ And there's an end--for ah! you know
+ They drink but little wine below!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXVII._
+
+
+ See the young, the rosy Spring,
+ Gives to the breeze her spangled wing;
+ While virgin Graces, warm with May,
+ Fling roses o'er her dewy way!
+ The murmuring billows of the deep
+ Have languished into silent sleep;
+ And mark! the flitting sea-birds lave
+ Their plumes in the reflecting wave;
+ While cranes from hoary winter fly
+ To flutter in a kinder sky.
+ Now the genial star of day
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Dissolves the murky clouds away;
+ And cultur'd field, and winding stream,
+ Are sweetly tissued by his beam.
+ Now the earth prolific swells
+ With leafy buds and flowery bells;
+ Gemming shoots the olive twine,
+ Clusters ripe festoon the vine;
+ All along the branches creeping,
+ Through the velvet foliage peeping,
+ Little infant fruits we see
+ Nursing into luxury!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXVIII._
+
+
+ 'Tis true, my fading years decline,
+ Yet I can quaff the brimming wine,
+ As deep as any stripling fair,
+ Whose cheeks the flush of morning wear;
+ And if, amidst the wanton crew,
+ I'm call'd to wind the dance's clue,
+ Thou shall behold this vigorous hand,
+ Not faltering on the Bacchant's wand,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ But brandishing a rosy flask,
+ The only Thyrsus e'er I'll ask!
+ Let those who pant for Glory's charms,
+ Embrace her in the held of arms;
+ While my inglorious placid soul
+ Breathes not a wish beyond the bowl.
+
+ Then fill it high, my ruddy slave,
+ And bathe me in its honied wave!
+ For though my fading years decay,
+ And though my bloom has passed away,
+ Like old Silenus, sire divine,
+ With blushes borrowed from my wine,
+ I'll wanton 'mid the dancing train,
+ And live my follies all again!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXIX._
+
+
+ When I drink, I feel, I feel,
+ Visions of poetic zeal!
+ Warm with the goblet's fresh'ning dews,
+ My heart invokes the heavenly Muse.
+ When I drink my sorrow's o'er;
+ I think of doubts and fears no more;
+ But scatter to the railing wind
+ Each gloomy phantom of the mind!
+ When I drink, the jesting boy
+ Bacchus himself partakes my joy;
+ And while we dance through breathing bowers,
+ Whose every gale is rich with flowers,
+ In bowls he makes my senses swim,
+ Till the gale breathes of nought but him!
+ When I drink, I deftly twine
+ Flowers, begemm'd with tears of wine;
+ And, while with festive hand I spread
+ The smiling garland round my head,
+ Something whispers in my breast,
+ How sweet it is to live at rest!
+ When I drink, and perfume stills
+ Around me all in balmy rills,
+ Then as some beauty, smiling roses,
+ In languor on my breast reposes,
+ Venus! I breathe my vows to thee,
+ In many a sigh of luxury!
+ When I drink, my heart refines,
+ And rises as the cup declines;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Rises in the genial flow,
+ That none but social spirits know,
+ When youthful revellers round the bowl,
+ Dilating, mingle soul with soul!
+ When I drink, the bliss is mine;
+ There's bliss in every drop of wine!
+ All other joys that I have known,
+ I've scarcely dared to call my own;
+ But this the Fates can ne'er destroy,
+ Till death o'ershadows all my joy!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXX._
+
+
+ Cupid once upon a bed
+ Of roses laid his weary head;
+ Luckless urchin, not to see
+ Within the leaves a slumbering bee!
+ The bee awaked--with anger wild
+ The bee awaked, and stung the child.
+ Loud and piteous are his cries;
+ To Venus quick he runs, he flies!
+ 'Oh, mother!--I am wounded through--
+ I die with pain--in sooth I do!
+ Stung by some little angry thing,
+ Some serpent on a tiny wing--
+ A bee it was--for once, I know
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ I heard a rustic call it so.'
+ Thus he spoke, and she the while
+ Heard him with a soothing smile;
+ Then said, 'My infant, if so much
+ Thou feel the little wild-bee's touch,
+ How must the heart, ah, Cupid! be,
+ The hapless heart that's stung by thee?'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXI._
+
+
+ Let us drain the nectar'd bowl,
+ Let us raise the song of soul
+ To him, the God who loves so well
+ The nectar'd bowl, the choral swell!
+ Him, who instructs the sons of earth
+ To thrid the tangled dance of mirth;
+ Him, who was nursed with infant Love,
+ And cradled in the Paphian grove;
+ Him, that the snowy Queen of Charms
+ Has fondled in her twining arms.
+ From him that dream of transport flows,
+ Which sweet intoxication knows;
+ With him, the brow forgets to darkle,
+ And brilliant graces learn to sparkle.
+ Behold! my boys a goblet bear,
+ Whose sunny foam bedews the air.
+ Where are now the tear, the sigh?
+ To the winds they fly, they fly!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Grasp the bowl; in nectar sinking,
+ Man of sorrow, drown thy thinking!
+ Oh! can the tears we lend to thought
+ In life's account avail us aught?
+ Can we discern, with all our lore,
+ The path we're yet to journey o'er?
+ No, no! the walk of life is dark;
+ 'Tis wine alone can strike a spark!
+ Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
+ And through the dance meandering glide;
+ Let me imbibe the spicy breath
+ Of odours chafed to fragrant death;
+ Or from the kiss of love inhale
+ A more voluptuous, richer gale!
+ To souls that court the phantom
+ Care, Let him retire and shroud him there;
+ While we exhaust the nectar'd bowl,
+ And swell the choral song of soul
+ To him, the God who loves so well
+ The nectar'd bowl, the choral swell!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXII._
+
+
+ Yes, be the glorious revel mine,
+ Where humour sparkles from the wine!
+ Around me let the youthful choir
+ Respond to my beguiling lyre;
+ And while the red cup circles round,
+ Mingle in soul as well as sound!
+ Let the bright nymph, with trembling eye,
+ Beside me all in blushes lie;
+ And, while she weaves a frontlet fair
+ Of hyacinth to deck my hair,
+ Oh! let me snatch her sidelong kisses,
+ And that shall be my bliss of blisses!
+ My soul, to festive feeling true,
+ One pang of envy never knew;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ And little has it learn'd to dread
+ The gall that envy's tongue can shed.
+ Away--I hate the slanderous dart,
+ Which steals to wound th' unwary heart;
+ And oh! I hate, with all my soul,
+ Discordant clamours o'er the bowl,
+ Where every cordial heart should be
+ Attuned to peace and harmony.
+ Come, let us hear the soul of song
+ Expire the silver harp along;
+ And through the dance's ringlet move,
+ With maidens mellowing into love:
+ Thus simply happy, thus at peace,
+ Sure such a life should never cease!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXIII._
+
+
+ 'Twas in an airy dream of night,
+ I fancied that I wing'd my flight
+ On pinions fleeter than the wind,
+ While little Love, whose feet were twined
+ (I know not why) with chains of lead,
+ Pursued me as I trembling fled;
+ Pursued--and could I e'er have thought?--
+ Swift as the moment I was caught!
+ What does the wanton fancy mean
+ By such a strange, illusive scene?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ I fear she whispers to my breast,
+ That you, my girl, have stol'n my rest;
+ That though my fancy, for a while,
+ Has hung on many a woman's smile,
+ I soon dissolved the passing vow,
+ And ne'er was caught by love till now!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXIV._
+
+
+ As in the Lemnian caves of fire,
+ The mate of her who nursed Desire
+ Moulded the glowing steel, to form
+ Arrows for Cupid, thrilling warm;
+ While Venus every barb imbues
+ With droppings of her honied dews;
+ And Love (alas the victim-heart!)
+ Tinges with gall the burning dart;
+ Once, to this Lemnian cave of flame,
+ The crested Lord of battles came;
+ 'Twas from the ranks of war he rush'd,
+ His spear with many a life-drop blush'd!
+ He saw the mystic darts, and smiled
+ Derision on the archer-child.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ 'And dost thou smile?' said little Love;
+ 'Take this dart, and thou mayst prove,
+ That though they pass the breeze's flight,
+ My bolts are not so feathery light.'
+ He took the shaft--and oh! thy look,
+ Sweet Venus! when the shaft he took--
+ He sigh'd, and felt the urchin's art;
+ He sigh'd, in agony of heart,
+ 'It is not light--I die with pain!
+ Take--take thy arrow back again.'
+ 'No,' said the child, 'it must not be,
+ That little dart was made for thee!'
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXV._
+
+
+ How I love the festive boy,
+ Tripping wild the dance of joy!
+ How I love the mellow sage,
+ Smiling through the veil of age!
+ And whene'er this man of years
+ In the dance of joy appears,
+ Age is on his temples hung,
+ But his heart--his heart is young!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXVI._
+
+
+ He, who instructs the youthful crew
+ To bathe them in the brimmer's dew,
+ And taste, uncloy'd by rich excesses,
+ All the bliss that wine possesses!
+ He, who inspires the youth to glance
+ In winged circlets through the dance;
+ Bacchus, the god again is here,
+ And leads along the blushing year;
+ The blushing year with rapture teems,
+ Ready to shed those cordial streams,
+ Which, sparkling in the cup of mirth,
+ Illuminate the sons of earth,
+ And when the ripe and vermeil wine,
+ Sweet infant of the pregnant vine,
+ Which now in mellow clusters swells,
+ Oh! when it bursts its rosy cells,
+ The heavenly stream shall mantling flow,
+ To balsam every mortal woe!
+ No youth shall then be wan or weak,
+ For dimpling health shall light the cheek;
+ No heart shall then desponding sigh,
+ For wine shall bid despondence fly!
+ Thus--till another autumn's glow
+ Shall bid another vintage flow!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXVII._
+
+
+ And whose immortal hand could shed
+ Upon this disk the ocean's bed?
+ And, in a frenzied flight of soul
+ Sublime as heaven's eternal pole,
+ Imagine thus, in semblance warm,
+ The Queen of Love's voluptuous form
+ Floating along the silvery sea
+ In beauty's naked majesty!
+ Oh! he has given the raptured sight
+ A witching banquet of delight;
+ And all those sacred scenes of love,
+ Where only hallow'd eyes may rove,
+ Lie, faintly glowing, half conceal'd,
+ Within the lucid billows veil'd.
+ Light as the leaf, that summer's breeze
+ Has wafted o'er the glassy seas,
+ She floats upon the ocean's breast,
+ Which undulates in sleepy rest,
+ And stealing on, she gently pillows
+ Her bosom on the amorous billows.
+ Her bosom, like the humid rose,
+ Her neck, like dewy-sparkling snows,
+ Illume the liquid path she traces,
+ And burn within the stream's embraces!
+ In languid luxury soft she glides,
+ Encircled by the azure tides,
+ Like some fair lily, faint with weeping,
+ Upon a bed of violets sleeping!
+ Beneath their queen's inspiring glance,
+ The dolphins o'er the green sea dance,
+ Bearing in triumph young Desire,
+ And baby Love with smiles of fire!
+ While, sparkling on the silver waves,
+ The tenants of the briny caves
+ Around the pomp in eddies play,
+ And gleam along the watery way.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXVIII._
+
+
+ While we invoke the wreathed spring,
+ Resplendent rose! to thee we'll sing;
+ Resplendent rose, the flower of flowers,
+ Whose breath perfumes Olympus' bowers;
+ Whose virgin blush of chasten'd dye,
+ Enchants so much our mortal eye.
+ When pleasure's bloomy season glows,
+ The Graces love to twine the rose;
+ The rose is warm Dione's bliss,
+ And flushes like Dione's kiss!
+ Oft has the poet's magic tongue
+ The rose's fair luxuriance sung;
+ And long the Muses, heavenly maids,
+ Have rear'd it in their tuneful shades.
+ When, at the early glance of morn,
+ It sleeps upon the glittering thorn,
+ 'Tis sweet to dare the tangled fence,
+ To cull the timid flowret thence,
+ And wipe with tender hand away
+ The tear that on its blushes lay!
+ 'Tis sweet to hold the infant stems,
+ Yet dropping with Aurora's gems,
+ And fresh inhale the spicy sighs
+ That from the weeping buds arise.
+ When revel reigns, when mirth is high,
+ And Bacchus beams in every eye,
+ Our rosy fillets scent exhale,
+ And fill with balm the fainting gale!
+ Oh! there is nought in nature bright,
+ Where roses do not shed their light!
+ When morning paints the orient skies,
+ Her fingers burn with roseate dyes;
+ The nymphs display the rose's charms,
+ It mantles o'er their graceful arms;
+ Through Cytherea's form it glows,
+ And mingles with the living snows.
+ The rose distils a healing balm,
+ The beating pulse of pain to calm;
+ Preserves the cold inurned clay,
+ And mocks the vestige of decay:
+ And when at length, in pale decline,
+ Its florid beauties fade and pine,
+ Sweet as in youth, its balmy breath
+ Diffuses odour e'en in death!
+ Oh! whence could such a plant have sprung?
+ Attend--for thus the tale is sung.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ When, humid, from the silvery stream,
+ Effusing beauty's warmest beam,
+ Venus appear'd, in flushing hues,
+ Mellow'd by ocean's briny dews;
+ When, in the starry courts above,
+ The pregnant brain of mighty Jove
+ Disclosed the nymph of azure glance,
+ The nymph who shakes the martial lance!
+ Then, then, in strange eventful hour,
+ The earth produced an infant flower,
+ Which sprung, with blushing tinctures drest,
+ And wanton'd o'er its parent breast.
+ The gods beheld this brilliant birth,
+ And hail'd the Rose, the boon of earth!
+ With nectar drops, a ruby tide,
+ The sweetly orient buds they dyed,
+ And bade them bloom, the flowers divine
+ Of him who sheds the teeming vine;
+ And bade them on the spangled thorn
+ Expand their bosoms to the morn.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XXXIX._
+
+
+ When I behold the festive train
+ Of dancing youth, I'm young again!
+ Memory wakes her magic trance,
+ And wings me lightly through the dance.
+ Come, Cybeba, smiling maid!
+ Cull the flower and twine the braid;
+ Bid the blush of summer's rose
+ Burn upon my brow of snows;
+ And let me, while the wild and young
+ Trip the mazy dance along,
+ Fling my heap of years away,
+ And be as wild, as young as they.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Hither haste, some cordial soul!
+ Give my lips the brimming bowl;
+ Oh! you will see this hoary sage
+ Forget his locks, forget his age.
+ He still can chant the festive hymn,
+ He still can kiss the goblet's brim;
+ He still can act the mellow raver,
+ And play the fool as sweet as ever!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XL._
+
+
+ We read the flying courser's name
+ Upon his side in marks of flame;
+ And, by their turban'd brows alone,
+ The warriors of the East are known.
+ But in the lover's glowing eyes,
+ The inlet to his bosom lies;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Thro' them we see the small faint mark,
+ Where Love has dropt his burning spark!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XLI._
+
+
+ When Spring begems the dewy scene,
+ How sweet to walk the velvet green,
+ And hear the Zephyr's languid sighs,
+ As o'er the scented mead he flies!
+ How sweet to mark the pouting vine,
+ Ready to fall in tears of wine;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ And with the maid, whose every sigh
+ Is love and bliss, entranced to lie
+ Where the imbowering branches meet--
+ Oh! is not this divinely sweet?
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XLII._
+
+
+ I saw the smiling bard of pleasure,
+ The minstrel of the Teian measure;
+ 'Twas in a vision of the night.
+ He beam'd upon my wond'ring sight;
+ I heard his voice, and warmly prest
+ The dear enthusiast to my breast.
+ His tresses wore a silvery dye,
+ But beauty sparkled in his eye;
+ Sparkled in his eyes of fire,
+ Through the mist of soft desire.
+ His lip exhaled, whene'er he sigh'd,
+ The fragrance of the racy tide;
+ And, as with weak and reeling feet,
+ He came my coral kiss to meet,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ An infant, of the Cyprian band,
+ Guided him on with tender hand.
+ Quick from his glowing brows he drew
+ His braid, of many a wanton hue,
+ I took the braid of wanton twine,
+ It breathed of him and blush'd with wine!
+ I hung it o'er my thoughtless brow,
+ And ah! I feel its magic now!
+ I feel that e'en his garland's touch
+ Can make the bosom love too much!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XLIII._
+
+
+ Give me the harp of epic song,
+ Which Homer's finger thrill'd along;
+ But tear away the sanguine string,
+ For war is not the theme I sing.
+ Proclaim the laws of festal right
+ I'm monarch of the board to-night;
+ And all around shall brim as high,
+ And quaff the tide as deep as I!
+ And when the cluster's mellowing dews
+ Their warm, enchanting balm infuse
+ Our feet shall catch th' elastic bound,
+ And reel us through the dance's round.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Oh, Bacchus! we shall sing to thee,
+ In wild but sweet ebriety!
+ And flash around such sparks of thought,
+ As Bacchus could alone have taught!
+ Then give the harp of epic song,
+ Which Homer's finger thrill'd along;
+ But tear away the sanguine string,
+ For war is not the theme I sing!
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XLIV._
+
+
+ Listen to the Muse's lyre,
+ Master of the pencil's fire!
+ Sketch'd in painting's bold display,
+ Many a city first pourtray;
+ Many a city revelling free,
+ Warm with loose festivity.
+ Picture then a rosy train,
+ Bacchants straying o'er the plain;
+ Piping, as they roam along,
+ Roundelay or shepherd-song.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Paint me next, if painting may
+ Such a theme as this pourtray,
+ All the happy heaven of love,
+ These elect of Cupid prove.
+
+
+
+
+_ODE XLV._
+
+
+ As late I sought the spangled bowers,
+ To cull a wreath of matin flowers,
+ Where many an early rose was weeping,
+ I found the urchin Cupid sleeping.
+ I caught the boy, a goblet's tide
+ Was richly mantling by my side,
+ I caught him by his downy wing,
+ And whelm'd him in the racy spring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ Oh! then I drank the poison'd bowl,
+ And Love now nestles in my soul!
+ Yes, yes, my soul is Cupid's nest,
+ I feel him fluttering in my breast.
+
+
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+Transcriber's Notes
+
+In Ode III, beginning of last line on page 26, the word 'The' is mostly
+illegible and has been added by comparison with another version of the
+text.
+
+In Ode III, after the phrase 'my blissful visions fly?', the missing
+punctuation mark ' has been added.
+
+In Ode VII, after 'rapid race', period has been replaced with comma.
+
+In Ode X, after the phrase 'who murder sleep!' The single quotation mark
+' has been deleted.
+
+In Ode XXIII, after the phrase 'wish for liberty', the missing
+punctuation marks ?' have been added.
+
+There are three words with the [oe] ligature. This is normalised to 'oe'
+in the text file; in the HTML file the ligature has been retained.
+
+There is one word with the 'ae' ligature; this has been retained in both
+versions.
+
+
+
+
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