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He whom ungrateful Athens could expell,

At all times juft, but when he fign'd the Shell: Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion claims, With Agis, not the last of Spartan names: 175 Unconquer'd Cato fhews the wound he tore, And Brutus his ill Genius meets no more.

But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire;

NOTES.

VER. 172. He whom ungrateful Athens, etc.] Ariftides, who for his great integrity was distinguished by the appellation of the fuft. When his countrymen would have banished him by the Oftracism, where it was the custom for every man to fign the name of the perfon he voted to exile in an Oystershell; a peasant, who could not write, came to Aristides to do it for him, who readily figned his own name.

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VER. 178. But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, etc.] In the midst of the temple, neareft the throne of Fame, are placed the greatest names in learning of all antiquity. These are described in fuch attitudes as exprefs their different characters: the columns on which they are raised are adorned with fculptures, taken from the most striking fubjects of their works; which fculpture bears a refemblance, in its manner and character, to the manner and character of their writings. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 179. Six pompous columns, etc.

From the dees many a pillere,

Of metal that fhone not full clere, etc.
Upon a pillere faw I ftonde

That was of lede and iron fine,

Him of the Sect Saturnine,

The Ebraicke Jofephus the old, ete.

Upon an iron piller strong,

That painted was all endlong,

Around the fhrine itself of Fame they ftand, 180
Hold the chief honours, and the fane command.
High on the first, the mighty Homer fhone;
Eternal adamant compos'd his throne ;
Father of verfe! in holy fillets drest,

His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breast; 185
Tho' blind, a boldness in his looks appears;
In years
he feem'd, but not impair'd by years.
The wars of Troy were round the Pillar feen:
Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian Queen;
Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall, 190
Here dragg'd in triumph round the Trojan wall :
Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire,

Bold was the work, and prov'd the master's fire;
A ftrong expreffion most he seem'd t'affect,
And here and there disclos'd a brave neglect. 195
A golden column 'next in rank appear'd,
On which a fhrine of pureft gold was rear'd;"

IMITATIONS.

With tigers' blood in every place,

The Tholofan that hight Stace,

That bare of Thebes up the name, etc. P.

VER. 182.]

Full wonder hye on a pillere

Of iron, he the great Omer,

And with him Dares and Titus, &c. P.

VER. 196, etc.]

There faw I ftand on a pillere

That was of tinned iron cleere,

Finish'd the whole, and labour'd ev'ry part,
With patient touches of unweary'd art:
The Mantuan there in fober triumph fate, 200
Compos'd his posture, and his looks fedate;
On Homer still he fix'd a rev'rend eye,
Great without pride, in modest majesty.

In living sculpture on the fides were spread
The Latian Wars, and haughty Turnus dead; 205
Eliza ftretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre,

Æneas bending with his aged fire:

Troy flam'd in burning gold, and o'er the throne ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers shone. Four swans sustain a car of filver bright, 210 With heads advanc'd, and pinions stretch'd for flight:

NOTES.

VER. 21C. Four fwans fuftain, etc.] Pindar being feated in a chariot, alludes to the chariot-races he celebrated in the Grecian games. The fwans are emblems of Poetry, their foaring posture intimates the fublimity and activity of his ge nius. Neptune prefided over the Ifthmian, and Jupiter over the Olympian games.

IMITATIONS.

The Latin Poet Virgyle,

That hath bore up of a great while
The fame of pious Æneas.

And next him on a pillere was
Of copper, Venus' clerk Ovide,
That hath fowen wondrous wide
The great God of Love's fame-
Tho faw I on a pillere by
Of iron wrought full fternly,

Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode,
And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring God.
Across the harp a careless hand he flings,
And boldly finks into the founding strings. 215
The figur'd games of Greece the column grace,
Neptune and Jove furvey the rapid race.

The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run;
The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone;
The champions in diftorted poftures threat; 220.
And all appear'd irregularly great.

Here happy Horace tun'd th' Aufonian lyre To sweeter founds, and temper'd Pindar's fire: Pleas'd with Alcæus' manly rage t' infuse The fofter spirit of the Sapphic Muse.

IMITATIONS.

The great Poet Dan Lucan,
That on his fhoulders bore up then
As hye as that I might fee,
The fame of Julius and Pompee.
And next him on a pillere ftode

Of fulphur, like as he were wode,
Dan Claudian, fothe for to tell,

That bare up all the fame of hell, etc. P.

VER. 224. Pleas'd with Alcaus' many rage t' infufe
The fofter fpirit of the Sapphic Muse.]

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This expreffes the mix'd character of the odes of Horace : the fecond of these verses alludes to that line of his,

Spiritum Graiæ tenuem camœnæ.

As another which follows, to

Exegi monumentum ære perennius.

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The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculptures grace;
A work outlafting monumental brass.
Here fmiling Loves and Bacchanals appear,
The Julian star, and great Augustus here.
The Doves that round the infant poet spread 230
Myrtles and bays, hung hov'ring o'er his head.
Here in a shrine that caft a dazling light,
Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite;
His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown'd,
And various Animals his fides surround ;
His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view
Superior worlds, and look all Nature through.

IMITATIONS.

235

The action of the Doves hints at a paffage in the fourth ode of his third book.

Me fabulofæ Vulture in Appulo

Altricis extra limen Apuliæ,

Ludo fatigatumque fomno,

Fronde nova puerum palumbes

Texêre; mirum quod foret omnibus-
Ut tuto ab atris corpore viperis

Dormirem et urfis; ut premerer facra

Lauroque collataque myrto,

Non fine Diis animofus infans.

Which may be thus Englished;

While yet a child, I chanc'd to ftray,
And in a desert sleeping lay;
The favage race withdrew, nor dar'd
To touch the Mufes' future bard;
But Cytherea's gentle dove

Myrtles and Bays around me spread,
And crown'd your infant Poet's head,
Sacred to Mufic and to Love. P.

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