A PINDARIC ODE. I. 3. Thee the voice, the dance obey, Temper'd to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rofy- crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sports, and blue-ey'd Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures;! Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare: Where-e'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms fublime, that float upon the air, In gilding state fhe wins her eafy way: Q'er O'er her warm cheek, and rifing bofom, move The bloom of young defire, and purple light of Love. II. 1. Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate! Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary fky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they fpy, and glitt'ring fhafts of war. II. 2. A PINDARIC ODE. II. 2. In climes beyond the folar road, Where fhaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom, To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode. Of Chili's boundless forefts laid, She deigns to hear the favage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where-e'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous Shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and Freedom's holy Woods that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Ifles, that crown th' Egean deep, Fields, Fields, that cool Iliffus laves, Or where Mæander's amber waves How do your tuneful echoes languish, Where each old poetic mountain Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain Till the fad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, They fought, oh Albion! next thy fea-encircled coaft. III. I.. A PINDARIC ODE. III. I. Far from the fun and fummer gale, In thy green lap has Nature's darling laid, To him the mighty mother did unveil 89 Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smil'd. This pencil take (the faid) whofe colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears. III. 2. Nor fecond he, that rode fublime Upon the feraph-wings of Ecstasy, The fecrets of th' abyfs to spy." He pafs'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The |