my solemn strain ascending
Please the long-hair'd Helen well,
And those brave twins of Leda's shell
The stranger's holy cause defending!--
With whose high name the chorus blending
To ancient Agragas shall rise,
And Theron for the chariot prize
Again, and not in vain, contending.-
The muse, in numbers bold and high,
Hath taught my Dorian note to fly,
Worthy of silent awe, a strange sweet harmony.
-as I fix mine eager view
On yonder wreath of paly blue,
That olive wreath, whose shady round
Amid the courser's mane is bound;
I feel again the sacred glow
That bids my strain of rapture flow,
With shrilly breath of Spartan flute,
The many-voiced harp to suit;
And wildly fling my numbers sweet,
Again mine ancient friend to greet.—
Nor, Pisa, thee I leave unsung;
To men the parent of renown.
Amid whose shady ringlets strung,
Etolia binds her olive crown;
Whose sapling root from Scythian down
And Ister's fount Alcides bare,
To deck his parent's hallow'd town;
With placid brow and suppliant prayer
Soothing the favour'd northern seed,
Whose horny-hoofed victims bleed,
To Phœbus of the flowing hair.
A boon from these the Hero pray'd:
One graft of that delightful tree;
To Jove's high hill a welcome shade,
To men a blessed fruit to be,
And crown of future victory.-
For that fair moon, whose slender light
With inefficient horn had shone,
When late on Pisa's airy height
He rear'd to Jove the altar stone;
Now, through the dappled air, alone,
In perfect ring of glory bright,
Guided her golden-wheeled throne;
The broad and burning eye of night.—
And now the days were told aright,
When Alpheus, from his sandy source,
Should judge the champion's eager might,
And mark of wheels the rolling force.—
Nor yet a tree to cheer the sight
The Cronian vale of Pelops bore !—
Obnoxious to the noonday weight
Of summer suns, a naked shore.—
But she who sways the silent sky,
Latona's own equestrian maid
Beheld how far Alcides stray'd,
Bound on adventure strange and high;
Forth from the glens of Arcady
To Istrian rocks in ice array'd
He urged the interminable race,
(Such penance had Eurystheus laid,)
The golden-horned hind to chase,
Which, grateful for Diana's aid,
By her redeem'd from foul embrace,
Old Atlas' daughter hallowed.—
Thus, following where the quarry fled,
Beyond the biting north he pass'd,
Beyond the regions of the blast,
And, all unknown to traveller's tread,
He saw the blessed land at last.-
He stopp'd, he gazed with new delight
When that strange verdure met his sight;
And soft desire inflamed his soul
(Where twelve-times round the chariots roll) To plant with such the Pisan goal.
unseen to mortal eyes,
He comes to Theron's sacrifice;
And with him brings to banquet there
High-bosom'd Leda's knightly pair.—
Himself to high Olympus bound,
To these a latest charge he gave,
A solemn annual feast to found,
And of contending heroes round
To deck the strong, the swift, the brave.—
Nor doubt I that on Theron's head,
And on the good Eumenides,
The sons of Jove their blessing shed;
Whom still, with bounteous tables spread,
That holy tribe delight to please;
Observing with religious dread
The hospitable god's decrees.
But, wide as water passeth earthy clay,
Or sun-bright gold transcendeth baser ore:
Wide as from Greece to that remotest shore
Whose rock-built pillars own Alcides' sway;
Thy fame hath pass'd thine equals !-To explore
The further ocean all in vain essay,
Or fools or wise;-here from thy perilous way
Cast anchor here, my bark! I dare no more!-
OH, urging on the tireless speed
Of thunder's elemental steed,
Lord of the world, Almighty Jove!
Since these thine hours have sent me forth
The witness of thy champion's worth,
And prophet of thine olive grove;—
And since the good thy poet hear,
And hold his tuneful message dear ;-
Saturnian Lord of Etna hill !—
Whose storm-cemented rocks encage
The hundred-headed rebel's rage;
Accept with favourable will
The Muses' gift of harmony:
The dance, the song, whose numbers high
Forbid the hero's name to die,
A crown of life abiding still!—
Hark! round the car of victory,
Where noble Psaumis sits on high,
The cheering notes resound;
Who vows to swell with added fame
His Camarina's ancient name;
With Pisan olive crown'd.
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