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Who now assembled Greece among,
To car-borne chiefs and warriors strong,
Have wove the many-coloured song.—

Then, minstrel! bid thy chorus rise
To Juno, queen of deities,(17)
Parthenian lady of the skies!
For, live there yet who dare defame
With sordid mirth our country's name;
Who tax with scorn our ancient line,
And call the brave Baotians swine;-
Yet, Æneas, sure thy numbers high
May charm their brutish enmity;
Dear herald of the holy muse,
And teeming with Parnassian dews,
Cup of untasted harmony!—

That strain once more!-The chorus raise

To Syracusa's wealthy praise,

And his the lord whose happy reign
Controls Trincria's ample plain,
Hiero, the just, the wise,
Whose steamy offerings rise

To Jove, to Ceres, and that darling maid,
Whom, rapt in chariot bright,

And horses silver-white,

Note 2, page 29, col. 1.

Car-borne Pisa's royal maid.

Enomaus, king of Pisa, had promised his daughter, the heiress of his states, in marriage to any warrior who should excel him in the chariot race, on condition however that the candidates should stake their lives on the issue. Thirteen had essayed and perished before Pelops.

Note 3, page 29, col. 2.

Sleeps beneath the piled ground.

Like all other very early tombs, the monument of Pelops was a barrow or earthen mound. I know not whether it may still be traced. The spot is very accurately pointed out, and such works are not easily obliterated.

Note 4, page 29, col. 2.

God who beholdeth thee and all thy deeds.

The solemnity of this prayer contrasted with its object, that Hiero might again succeed in the chariot race, is ridiculous to modern ears, I do not indeed believe that the Olympic and other games had so much importance attached to them

Down to his dusky bower the lord of hell conveyed! by the statesmen and warriors of Greece, as is pre

Oft hath he heard the muses' string resound
His honoured name; and may his latter days,
With wealth and worth, and minstrel garlands
crowned,

Mark with no envious ear a subject praise, (18)
Who now from fair Arcadia's forest wide
To Syracusa, homeward, from his home
Returns, a common care, a common pride,-
(And, whoso darkling braves the ocean foam,
May safeliest moored with twofold anchor ride.)
Arcadia, Sicily, on either side

Guard him with prayer; and thou who rulest the
deep,

Fair Amphitrite's lord! in safety keep
His tossing keel, and evermore to me
No meaner theme assign of poesy!

NOTES.

Note 1, page 28, col. 2.

The fourth with that tormented three.

tended by the sophists of later ages; but where the manners are most simple, public exhibitions, it should be remembered, are always most highly estimated, and religious prejudice combined with the ostentation of wealth to give distinction to the Olympic contests.

Note 5, page 30, col. 1.

The flower of no ignoble race.

Theron was a descendant of Edipus, and con sequently of Cadmus. His family had, through a long line of ancestors, been remarkable, both in Greece and Sicily, for misfortune; and he was himself unpopular with his subjects and engaged in civil war. Allusions to these circumstances often occur in the present ode.

Note 6, page 30, col. 2.

-He whom none may name.

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Southey and Pindar might seem to have drunk at ayne, till the discovery of America peopled the the same source. western ocean with something less illusive.

Note 7, page 31, col. 1.

Nor Jove has Thetis' prayer denied.

I know not why, except for his brutality to the body of Hector, Achilles is admitted with so much difficulty into the islands of the blessed. That this was considered in the time of Pindar as sufficient to exclude him without particular intercession, shows at least that a great advance had been made in moral feeling since the days of Homer.

Note 8, page 31, col. 1.

Trained in study's formal hour,

There are who hate the minstrel's power.

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Note 11, page 32, col. 2.

To Lemnos laughing dames of yore,
Such was the proof Ernicus bore.

Ernicus was one of the Argonauts, who distinguished himself in the games celebrated at Lemnos by its hospitable queen Hypsipile, as victor in the foot-race of men clothed in armour. He was prematurely gray-headed, and therefore derided by the Lemnian women before he had given this proof of his vigour. It is not impossible that Psaumis had the same singularity of appearance.

There is a sort of playfulness in this ode, which would make us suspect that Pindar had no very sincere respect for the character of Psaumis. Perhaps he gave offence by it; for the following poem to the same champion is in a very different style. Note 12, page 33, col. 1.

It was not likely that Pindar's peculiarities should escape criticism, nor was his temper such as to bear it with a very even mind. He treats his rivals and assailants with at least a sufficient portion of disdain as servile adherents to rule, and mere students without genius. Some of their sarcasms passed however into proverbs. As KopySes," an expression in ridicule of Pindar's perpetual recurrence to mythology and antiquities, is preserved in the Phædon: while his occasional Rearing her goodly towers on high. mention of himself and his own necessities, is pa- Camarina had been lately destroyed by fire, and rodied by Aristophanes. I can not but hope, how-rebuilt in a great measure by the liberality of Psauever, that the usual conduct of Pindar himself, mis. was less obtrusive and importunate than that of the Dithyrambic poet who intrudes on the festival of Nephelocoggugia, like the Gælic bard in "Christ's kirk o' the green."

Note 9, page 31, col. 2.

Whose sapling root from Scythian down
And Ister's fount Alcides bare.

Note 13, page 33, col. 2.

Such praise as good Adrastus bore
To him the prophet chief.

The prophet chief is Amphiaraus, who was
swallowed up by the earth before the attack of Po-
lynices and his allies on Thebes, either because
the gods determined to rescue his virtues from the
stain of that odious conflict; or according to the
sagacious Lydgate, because, being a sorcerer and
a pagan "byshoppe," the time of his compact was
expired, and the infernal powers laid claim to him.
Note 14, page 33, col. 2.
Then yoke the mules of winged pace,
And Phintis climb the car with me.

Agesias had been victor in the Apene or chariot drawn by mules; Phintis was, probably, his cha

There seems to have been, in all countries, a disposition to place a region of peculiar happiness and fertility among inaccessible mountains, and at the source of their principal rivers. Perhaps, indeed, the Mount Meru of Hindustan, the blameless Ethiopians at the head of the Nile, and the happy Hyperborean regions at the source of the Ister, are only copies of the garden and river of God in Eden. Some truth is undoubtedly mixed with the tradition here preserved by Pindar. The olive was not indigenous in Greece, and its first rioteer. specimens were planted near Pisa. That they ascribed its introduction to the universal hero, Hercules, and derived its stock from the land of the blessed, need not be wondered at by those who know the importance of such a present. The Hy- I venture in the present instance to translate perborean or Atlantic region, which continually "a" a clasp, because it was undoubtedly used receded in proportion as Europe was explored, still for the stud or buckle to a horse's bit, as "ata}ur" seems to have kept its ground in the fancies of the signifies to run by a horse's side holding the bridle. vulgar, under the names of the island of St. Bran- The "aug" too, appended to the belt of Hercudan, of Flath Innis, or the fortunate land of Cock- les, which he left with his Scythian mistress, should

Note 15, page 34, col. 1.
And flung the silver clasp away
That rudely prest her heaving side.

ing ruth, restrain?

ing grief remain !

seem, from the manner in which Herodotus men- | Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seemtions it, to have been a clasp or stud, nor can I in the present passage understand why the pregnant Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingerEvadne should encumber herself with a water-pot, or why the water-pot and zone should be mentioned as laid aside at the same time. But the round and cup-like form of an antique clasp may well account for such names being applied to it.

Note 16, page 34, col. 2.

-Cool Cyllene's height of snow.

To yon planet, Fate has given every month to wax

and wane;

And-thy world of blushing brightness-can it, will it, long remain?

Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek their seat maintain;

Cyllene was a mountain in Arcadia dedicated But-the dew that steeps the rose-bud—can it, will

to Mercury.

Note 17, page 35, col. 1.

Then, minstrel! bid thy chorus rise

To Juno queen of deities.

it long remain ?

Asuf! why, in mournful numbers, of thine absence

thus complain,

Chance had joined us, chance has parted!-nought on earth can long remain.

the world, may'st thou, beloved! live exempt from grief and pain!

long remain?

Such passages as this appear to prove, first, that the Odes of Pindar, instead of being danced and chaunted by a chorus of hired musicians and ac- In tors, in the absurd and impossible manner pretended by the later Grecian writers, (whose ignorance On my lips the breath is fleeting, can it, will it respecting their own antiquities, is in many instances apparent,) were recited by the poet himself sitting, (his iron chair was long preserved at Delphos,) and accompanied by one or more musicians, such as the Theban Eneas whom he here compliments. Secondly, what will account at once for the inequalities of his style and the rapidity of his transitions, we may infer that the Dincæan swan was, often at least, an "improvisatore." I know not the origin of the Baotian agnomen of swine. In later times we find their region called "vervecum patria."

Note 18, page 35, col. 1.

Mark with no envious ear a subject's praise. Either the poet was led by his vanity to ascribe a greater consequence to his verses than they really possessed, when he supposes that the praise of Agesias may move his sovereign to jealousy; or we may infer from this little circumstance that the importance attached to the Olympic prize has not been so greatly overrated by poets and antiquaries, and that it was indeed "a gift more valuable than a hundred trophies."

TRANSLATIONS

FROM THE

HINDOOSTANEE.

SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF
OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.

In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for
my pain,

Are they gems, or only dew-drops? can they, will they long remain?

FROM THE GULISTAN.

"BROTHER! know the world deceiveth!
Trust on Him who safely giveth!
Fix not on the world thy trust,
She feeds us-but she turns to dust,
And the bare earth or kingly throne
Alike may serve to die upon!"

FROM THE SAME.

"THE man who leaveth life behind,
May well and boldly speak his mind;
Where flight is none from battle field,
We blithely snatch the sword and shield;
Where hope is past, and hate is strong,
The wretch's tongue is sharp and long;
Myself have seen, in wild despair,
The feeble cat the mastiff tear."

FROM THE SAME.
"WHO the silent man can prize,
If a fool he be or wise?
Yet, though lonely seem the wood,
Therein may lurk the beast of blood,
Often bashful looks conceal
Tongue of fire and heart of steel,
And deem not thou in forest gray,
Every dappled skin thy prey;
Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear,
The tiger for the fallow-deer!"

Miscellaneous Poems.

THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.
WITH heat o'erlaboured and the length of way,
On Ethan's beach the bands of Israel lay.
'T was silence all, the sparkling sands along,
Save where the locust trilled her feeble song,
Or blended soft in drowsy cadence fell
The wave's low whisper or the camel's bell.-
'T was silence all!-the flocks for shelter fly
Where, waving light, the acacia shadows lie;
Or where, from far, the flattering vapours make
The noon-tide semblance of a misty lake:
While the mute swain, in careless safety spread,
With arms enfolded, and dejected head,
Dreams o'er his wondrous call, his lineage high,
And, late revealed, his children's destiny.
For, not in vain, in thraldom's darkest hour,
Had sped from Amram's sons the word of power;
Nor failed the dreadful wand, whose god-like sway
Could lure the locust from her airy way;
With reptile war assail their proud abodes,
And mar the giant pomp of Egypt's gods.
Oh helpless gods! who nought availed to shield
From fiery rain your Zoan's favoured field!-
Oh helpless gods! who saw the curdled blood
Taint the pure lotus of your ancient flood,
And fourfold-night the wondering earth enchain,
While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain!
Such musings held the tribes, till now the west
With milder influence on their temples prest;
And that portentous cloud which, all the day,
Hung its dark curtain o'er their weary way,
(A cloud by day, a friendly flame by night,)

From distant Cush they trooped, a warrior train,
Siwah's(1) green isle and Sennaar's marly plain:
On either wing their fiery coursers check
The parched and sinewy sons of Amalek:
While close behind, inured to feast on blood,
Decked in Behemoth's spoils, the tall Shangalla(2)
strode.

'Mid blazing helms and bucklers rough with gold
Saw ye how swift the scythed chariot rolled?
Lo, these are they whom, lords of Afric's fates,
Old Thebes had poured through all her hundred
gates,

Mother of armies !-How the emeralds(3) glowed,
Where, flushed with power and vengeance, Pha-
raoh rode!

And stoled in white, those brazen wheels before,
Osiris' ark his swarthy wizards bore;
And still responsive to the trumpet's cry
The priestly sistrum murmured-Victory ?—
Why swell these shouts that rend the desert's
gloom?

Whom come ye forth to combat?-warriors,
whom?-

These flocks and herds-this faint and weary
train-

Red from the scourge and recent from the chain?
God of the poor, the poor and friendless save!
Giver and Lord of freedom, help the slave!—
North, south, and west the sandy whirlwinds fly,
The circling horns of Egypt's chivalry.

On earth's last margin throng the weeping train:
Their cloudy guide moves on:-"And must we
swim the main ?"

Rolled back its misty veil, and kindled into light!'Mid the light spray their snorting camel s stood,

Soft fell the eve:-)

e:-But, ere the day was done,

Tall, waving banners streaked the level sun;

And wide and dark along th' horizon red,
In sandy surge the rising desert spread.—

Nor bathed a fetlock in the nauseous flood-
He comes their leader comes!-the man of God
O'er the wide waters lifts his mighty rod,
And onward treads-The circling waves retreat

"Mark, Israel, mark!"-On that strange sight in- In hoarse deep murmurs, from his holy feet;

tent,

In breathless terror, every eye was bent;

And busy faction's undistinguished hum
And female shrieks arose, "They come, they
come !"

They come, they come! in scintillating show
O'er the dark mass the brazen lances glow;
And sandy clouds in countless shapes combine,
As deepens or extends the long tumultuous line;
And fancy's keener glance e'en now may trace
The threatening aspects of each mingled race;
For many a coal-black tribe and cany spear,
The hireling guards of Misraim's throne, were
there.

And the chased surges, inly roaring, show
The hard wet sand and coral hills below.

With limbs that falter, and with hearts that
swell,

Down, down they pass-a steep and slippery dell
Around them rise, in pristine chaos hurled,
The ancient rocks, the secrets of the world;
And flowers that blush beneath the ocean green,
And caves, the sea-calves' low-roofed haunt, are

seen.

Down, safely down the narrow pass they tread;
The beetling waters storm above their head:
While far behind retires the sinking day,
And fades on Edom's hills its latest ray.

Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light, Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night, Stil in their van, along that dreadful road,

And every pause between, as Miriam sang,
From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang,
And loud and far their stormy chorus spread,—

Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of" Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed !"

God.

Its meteor glare a tenfold lustre gave

On the long mirror of the rosy wave:
While its blest beams á sunlike heat supply,
Warm every cheek and dance in every eye-
To them alone for Misraim's wizard train
Invoke for light their monster-gods in vain:
Clouds heaped on clouds their struggling sight con-
fine,

And tenfold darkness broods above their line.
Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led,
And range unconscious through the ocean's bed.
Till midway now-that strange and fiery form
Showed his dread visage lightening through the

storm;

With withering splendour blasted all their might, And brake their chariot-wheels, and marred their coursers' flight.

LINES

SPOKEN IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, ON LORD GREN-
VILLE'S INSTALLATION AS CHANCELLOR.
YE viewless guardians of these sacred shades,(4)
Dear dreams of early song, Aonian maids!—
And you, illustrious dead! whose spirits speak
In every flush that tints the student's cheek,
As, wearied with the world, he seeks again
The page of better times and greater men;
If with pure worship we your steps pursue,
And youth, and health, and rest forget for you,
(Whom most we serve, to whom our lamp burns
bright

Through the long toils of not ingrateful night,)
Yet, yet be present!-Let the worldly train
Mock our cheap joys, and hate our useless strain,

"Fly, Misraim, fly!”—The ravenous floods they Intent on freighted wealth, or proud to rear

see,

And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity.
"Fly, Misraim, fly!"-From Edom's coral strand
Again the prophet stretched his dreadful wand:-
With one wild crash the thundering waters sweep,
And all is waves-a dark and lonely deep-
Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past,
As mortal wailing swelled the nightly blast:
And strange and sad the whispering breezes bore
The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore.

Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood
In trustless wonder by th' avenging flood!
Oh! welcome came the cheerful morn, to show
The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below;
The mangled limbs of men-the broken car—
A few sad relics of a nation's war:
Alas, how few!-Then, soft as Elim's well, (3)
The precious tears of new-born freedom fell.
And he, whose hardened heart alike had borne
The house of bondage and th' oppressor's scorn,
The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued,
In faltering accents sobbed his gratitude-
Till kindling into warmer zeal, around
The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound:
And in fierce joy, no more by doubt supprest,
The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast.
She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky,
The dark transparence of her lucid eye,

The fleece Iberian or the pampered steer;-
Let sterner science with unwearied eye
Explore the circling spheres and map the sky;
His long-drawn mole let lordly commerce scan,
And of his iron arch the rainbow span:
Yet, while, in burning characters imprest,
The poet's lesson stamps the youthful breast
Bids the rapt boy o'er suffering virtue bleed,
Adore a brave or bless a gentle deed,
And in warm feeling from the storied page
Arise the saint, the hero, or the sage;
Such be our toil!-Nor doubt we to explore
The thorny maze of dialectic lore.
To climb the chariot of the gods, or scan
The secret workings of the soul of man;
Upborne aloft on Plato's eagle flight,
Or the slow pinion of the Stagyrite.
And those gray spoils of Herculanean pride,
If aught of yet untasted sweets they hide;-
If Padua's sage be there, or art have power
To wake Menander from his secret bower.
Such be our toil!-Nor vain the labour proves,
Which Oxford honours, and which Grenville
loves!

-On, eloquent and firm!—whose warning high
Rebuked the rising surge of anarchy,

When, like those brethren stars to seamen known,
In kindred splendour Pitt and Grenville shone;

Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet har- On in thy glorious course! not yet the wave

mony.

"Where now," she sang, "the tall Egyptian spear?

Has ceased to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to

rave.

Go on! and oh, while adverse factions raise "On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where? To thy pure worth involuntary praise; "Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. While Gambia's swarthy tribes thy mercies bless, "Shout, Israel, for the Lord has triumphed !" And from thy counsels date their happiness;

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