A new poetical translation of all the odes of Horace (the four books and Carmen seculare) by W. Green

ODE XX. To MECENAS,

Non ufitata nec tenui ferar

Penna, biformis per liquidum æthera..
Vates, neque in terris morabor
Longius; invidiaque major.

Bard* biform, through liquid air,

"A Shall mortals fee me rife,

And with no common pinion dare,
Supervolant, the skies;

For know (tho' ftyl'd plebéan clay)
I am not doom'dto die,

In Stygian wave confin'd to lie,
2. Nor longer will, with man refide,
Above all envy and decay,
Through heavenly tracts I'll glide;
A rougher fkin has clad my thigh,
My downy plumes, already shot

Above, and down my snowy fide,

And o'er my shoulders ply; Chang'd to a bird of filver throat, A volatil of sweetest note,

I spurn the earth, and fly;

Higher than Icarus I soaṛ,

(Nor dread the Cancers' beams)

Now fee the madding Bosphor's shore,

And rude Gelonian streams,

• A bard biform. i, e. half bard, half swan.

CYCNUS, king of Liguria, who retired from government, to folitude, woods, lakes and fong, was (from the refemblance of name probably) by the poets inetamorphoted to a fwan, fit nova Cycnus avis. OVID. and from him defcending fwans, [the poss tical fons of Cycnus] are all fuppofed to be fongfters.

The

The skilful Iber, and the afwain,

Vague, houfelets in his rolling wain,

Gætulian lands and Syrtes fands,

And who, withhold their conscious fear,
Diffembled of the Marfyan fpear,

Who drink the Phafis, and the Rhone,

To utmost Hyperboreans known.

Of base lament, let me not hear,
Or dirge around my empty bier,

And the fuperfluous honors fpare, ut
Mæcenas, of my fepulchre,
Nor drop one idle tear.

And, Superergatóry, fpare
The honors, of my fepulchre,
Nor drop one idle tour.

Scythian

END OF THE SECOND BOOK.

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Detefted vulgar, * great and small, a
Forbear-full of Phæbéan fires,

High priest of Helicon, I bring

New numbers from the facred spring,
Unto my virgin choirs.

2. Dread fov'ran Kings o'er mortals reign,

And awful Jove, o'er Kings of men,

a Cowley

* I have retained this half line of Cowley's, because it preferves more of the spirit of Horace, than any I have seen, or can give.

Hence ye unhallow'd, fhun the strain;

Det fed vulgar crowds profane,

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Triumphant,

Triumphant, o'er the Titan brood
With thunders to th' abyfs purfu'd ;

Who fhakes all nature with his nod.

3. There are, who fcenes fequefter'd love, And joy t'expand the planted grove ; And who, to Tyber's plain defcend

To urge the ambitious claim,

These popular, generous, contend,
Some of high birth are proud,
Or of their client-vaffal crowd,
And thefe illuftrious deeds commend,

And fome fair virtues' honest fame;

But, low, or high, ye fons of Rome,
By dire neceffity, altern,

All fhook from the capacious urn,
Receive th' allotted doom.

5. O'er Whomfoever's impious head Impendent, points th' unfheathed blade,

No dainties of Sicilian feaft,

Excite a relish in the gueft;

Nor philomels' melodious choir,

Nor sounds of fweet Orphéan lyre,

Restore to placid reft.

Sweet are the flumbers of the fwain,

For they the humble cottage love,

Nor fhun th' umbrageous bank or plain,
Nor Tempes' Zephyr-waving grove.

6. Pleas'd with enough-who craves no more,
(Enough's, abundant ftore)

HEEDS not, the feas tumultuous roar,
Nor, rifing KIDS' impetuous head,

Nor in his fall ARCTURUS dread,

Nor,

Nor batter'd vines by pelting hail,

+Nor treach'rous crops, that promis'd well, Accufing, watry ftars unkind

Now fcorching funs, or a fcorching wind, a blasting 8. The fish excluded from their bays, Perceive the faft-contracting feas,

My Lord, has undertakers fent,

With loads of marble and cement,: ::: KAUKT .:
To occupy the element jo zle: ymə siz d
All other business at an endydıniq Ena sə
A thousand flaves the work attend § 40
Faftidiously elate

9. He-bids the lofty dome arife,
And gloomy fiend, as bufy plies

Black confcientious fear;

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