Though now dark envy rob me, double wages Witness the weary siege the fir-horse ended- The plains the wheels thrice stained with Hector's blood Deiphobus, Polydamas, Troy's prophet, Paris, nigh nameless in his native soil— Ilium-we else had heard but little of it, And Troy, twice o'er the Oetaean hero's spoil. Great Homer, too, who sang her rueful story, Apollo smiles; the ages will not spurn me, And thrill my charmer with the lays of love. II. THE IMMORTALITY OF GENIUS. Orphea delenisse feras et concita dicunt.. ORPHEUS 'tis said-the Thracian lyre-strings sweeping, With dripping steeds did Galatea follow, 'Neath Aetna's crags, lone Polyphemus' song: Is't strange the loved of Bacchus and Apollo Leads captive with his lay the maiden throng? Though no Taenarian blocks uphold my dwelling, Yet Song is mine; my strain the heart engages; The pyramids that cleave heaven's jewelled portal ; Devouring fire and rains will mar their splendour- III. THE VISION. Visus eram molli recubans Heliconis in umbra. METHOUGHT, in Helicon's soft shade reclining, I'd moved my lips anear those wondrous waters, Fabius' delay that proved the foe's undoing, Cannae's fell field, heaven turned by holy vows, The Lares Hannibal from Rome pursuing, And Jove by goose-note saved-when through the boughs Of the Castalian laurel Phoebus peering, Leaning near a grot upon his golden lyre, Addressed me: "Fool! wouldst quaff this stream unfearing? Who bade thee wake the strings to epic fire? "Propertius, hence no dreams of glory harbour; "Why cross thy limit-line, to danger callous? Weigh not the pinnace of thy genius down : One oar should smite the wave-one graze the shallows : Then safe thy course; mid-sea vast billows frown." With ivory quill he showed me on the hill-side, Approached by path new-made in mossy ground, A green grot decked with pebbles from the rill-side: Hung timbrels from the pumice-rocks around. There, clay-wrought, stood the Nine and sire Silenus; O'er her peculiar work each maiden lingers, And deftly plies the task that best she knows ; One wreathes the thyrsus, one with nimble fingers Attunes the strings, another twines the rose. Spake one of these in tones of mild dominion- 66 'Safely thou'lt soar on swan of snow-white pinion, But ne'er on charger rush to clang of arms. "Sound not the hoarse-breath'd horn, for battle sighing, PROPERTIUS. "Or how far Rhine, with Suevan blood red-reeking, "Thou'lt teach the youth to open Beauty's portal By song by song the churlish lord beguile." She ceased, and with the waters, whence immortal Philetas quaffed, laved all my lips the while. IV. PICTURE OF CAESAR'S TRIUMPH. Arma Deus Caesar dites meditatur ad Indos. To Ind's rich land our arms great Caesar bearing Designs with ships to plough the pearl-gemmed deep; Vast prize! far lands new triumphs are preparing— Euphrates-Tigris 'neath his sway shall sweep. Though late the Parthian shall obey the Roman ; Heaven smiles: the Crassi's fall avenge, and gather O fateful fires of Vesta! Mars our father! |