Beheld my dawn, (whofe gloomy pow'r
Rules, dreadful, o'er the natal hour)
Or Capricorn, with angry rays,

The tyrant of Hefperian feas;
6. The stars prefiding o'er our birth,
(For stars do influence the Earth)

7.

Both thine, and mine, in harmony,
Do like a prodigy agree;

For thee, Jove's tutelary fway,
Snatcht from Saturnus' impious day,
Retarding (premature in date,)
The rapid wing of hovering fáte ;

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O DE XVIII.

Non ebur, neque aureum

Mea renidet in domo lacunar;

Non trabes, Hymettias

Premunt columnas ultima recifæ
Africa.

O gold, nor ivory inlaid,

Is, flaming, o'er my cieling spread,

Nor hewn, from earth a remoteft come utmost Affe
Hymetta beams, (to grace my dome)
Sustain❜d by lofty Colonade.

Nor have I, fraudful heir, unknown,
Ufurpéd, Attalus, thy throne,

Nor client dames, with niceft hand,
Draw purple threads, by my command.

3. But with a flow of mufe divine,
And faith, and candid heart benign,
In merit rich, tho' poor profest,
I'm by the proud and great carefs'd.
4. Contented with my Sabin field,
Which doth its grateful tribute yield,
(Enough is ample store)

Nor I, my potent friend implore,
Nor do I teize the Gods for more.

5. Impelling day protrudeth day,

And moons new born, increase the horn,
And, waning, haften to decay.

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6. But you

the labour'd quarry heave,

And form the future dome,

(And structures you must shortly leave)

Unmindful of the tomb.

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7. Poor

7.

Poor-in th' whole Latian Continent,

In spite of waves indignant roars,
Encroaching on the Element,

You urge the Baian fhores.

8. O'erleap the clients facred bound,

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And tear th' uprooted landmark from the mound.
Expell'd, from his paternal fods,

The Sire, to distant new abodes;

The wretched mother bath'd in tears,

Embofom'd, fquallid offspring, bears,

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And unavailing household Gods.

9.

Where tends this Lord in boundless aim?
Earth doth with open bofom claim

Alike, the peasant, and the princely name,

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For, fure as stands thy dome of state,

Shall death thy haughty head await,
And, Hadés be thy deftn'd feat.

10. Nor gold, could captivated take
The Pilot of Cocytus Lake,
Returning o'er the shadowy way,
To waft the crafty a Sire to day.

II. Yet he, who Tantalus detains,

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And all his impious race in chains,
Call'd, or not call'd, the wretch receives,
And from his weary toils relieves,

And long endured pains.

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I.

O DE XIX. To BACCHUS.

Bacchum, in remotis carmina rupibus
Vidi docentem, (credite, pofteri)
Nymphafque difcentes, & aures
Capripedum Satyrorum acutas.

ACCHUS, I faw, mid rocks remote,

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Pofterity, believe, and note,
The God-in fong dictating,
And liftning nymphs the circle deckt,
And bounding fatyrs, ears erect,
Unto him, Legislating.

2. Hark! Evoe, hark, methinks, I hear,
My heart, with recent terrors, thrills
Tumultuous joy my bolom fills;
Tremendous with thy Thyrfus, fpare,
And unincenféd, let me dare
Thy myfteries divine,

Thy frantic Prieftefs-Naiades,

And thy extatic Thyades,

And floods of milk and wine.

3. You fmote the rocks, from rigid rocks,

The gushing rivers rofe,

And from the trunks of hollow.oaks,
Exuding honey flows;

Thy honor'd Ariadnes' crown,
New wonders of the ftarry zone;
The Thracian bold, Lycurgus flain,
And Pentheus' defolated reign,
And judgments hurl'd on the profane.

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4. Thy potent arm divides the fea,

The barbarous floods, the winds obey,
Sequefter'd, on fteep mountains height,
You in the flowing juice delight,

Thy fierce Ædoni band,

The serpent of the defart bear, (A fillet to their knotted hair,) Deceitless to the hand.

5. When Rhæcus, and the Titan brood, Scaling, affail'd th' effulgent dome,

Intrepid, you withstood,

Wrencht back the rebel overthrown,

With lion jaw fubdu'd.

§ 6. Tho'

you in blooming beauty gay, Seem'd fitter for the fong and play,

And choral graceful fair,

Yet you

had talents, and could dare, Or mediate peace-or in the war,

Could rule th' embattled day,

7. Thee (when thy golden horn appear'd) Innoxious Cerberus rever'd,

In adulating greet;

Nor fail'd the monster, crouching hung,

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With fawning mien, and triple tongue,

To touch the god's departing feet.

Bacchus' character, as a Legiflator, a General, Statefman and Gentleman, is but little known, being generally mistaken for the drunken Silenus, in our Ribäldrý Songs.

Fawning tail, in Horace,

ODE