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That laws should never bind desire,

The god pursued, with wing'd desire; And love was nature's holiest fire!

And when his hopes were all on fire, The virgin weeps, the virgin sighs;

And when he thought to hear the sigh He kiss'd her lips, he kiss'd her eyes;

With which enamour'd virgins die, The sigh was balm, the tear was dew,

He only heard the pensive air They only raised his flame anew.

Whispering amid her leafy hair! And, oh! he stole the sweetest flower

But oh, my soul! no more—no more! That ever bloom'd in any bower!

Enthusiast, whither do I soar ?

This sweetly maddening dream of soul Such is the madness wine imparts,

Has hurried me beyond the goal.
Whene'er it steals on youthful hearts.

Why should I sing the mighty darts
Which fly to wound celestial hearts,

When sure the lay, with sweeter tone,
ODE LX.'

Can tell the darts that wound my own?

Still be Anacreon, still inspire Awake to life, my dulcet shell,

The descant of the Teian lyre: To Phæbus all thy sighs shall swell;

Sull let the nectar'd numbers float, And though no glorious prize be thinc,

Distilling love in every note! No Pythian wreath around thee twine,

And when the youth, whose burning soul Yet every hour is glory's hour,

Has felt the Paphian star's control, To him who gathers wisdom's flower!

When he the liquid lays shall hear, Then wake thee from thy magic slumbers,

His heart will flutter to his ear, Breathe to the soft and Phrygian numbers.

And drinking there of song divine,
Which, as my trembling lips repeat,

Banquet on intellectual wine!
Thy chords shall echo back as sweet.
The cygnet thus, with fading notes,
As down Cayster's tide he floats,

ODE LXI.'
Plays with his snowy plumage fair

Golden bues of youth are fled;
Upon the wanton murmuring air,
Which amorously lingers round,

Hoary locks deform head.

my And sighs responsive sound for sound !

Seill be Anacreon, still inspire Muse of the Lyre! illume my dream,

The descane of the Teian lyre.) The original is Toy Araxpcovia Thy Phæbus is my fancy's theme;

Hlou. I have translated it under the supposition that the hymn And hallow'd is the harp I bear,

is by Anacreon; though I fear, from this very line, that his claim to

it can scarcely be supported. And hallow'd is the wreath I wear,

Τον Ανακρέοντα μιμού,

Imitate Anacreon. Such is the Hallow'd by bim, the god of lays,

lesson given us by the lyrist; and if, in poetry, a simple elegance of Who modulates the choral maze!

sentiment, eariched by the most playful felicities of fancy, be a

charm which invites or deserves imitation, where shall we find such I sing the love which Daphne twined

a gnide as Anacreon ? lo morality, too, with some little reserve, Around the godhead's yielding mind;

I think we migbt dot blush to follow in his footsteps. For if his I sing the blushing Daphne's flight

song be the language of bis heart, though luxurious and relaxed, he From this æthereal youth of light;

was artless and benevolent; and who would not forgive a few irrega

larities, when atoned for by virtues so raro aod so endearing? When And how the tender, timid maid

we think of the sentiment in those lipes: Flew panting to the kindly shade,

Away! I hate the slanderous dart Resign'd a form, too tempting fair,

Which steals to wound the unwary heart, And grew a verdant laurel there;

how many are there in the world to whom we would wish to say, Whose leaves, with sympathetic thrill,

Τον Ανακρέοντα μιμου! In terror seem'd to tremble still!

Here ends the last of the odes in the Vatican MS., whose autho

rity confirms the genuine antiquity of them all, though a few bave "This bymn to Apollo is supposed not to have been written by stolen among the number which we may besitate in altributing to Anacreon, and it certainly is rather a sublimer fight than the Teian

Anacreon. In the little essay pretired to this translation, I observed wing is accustomed to soar. But we ought not to judge from this di- ibat Baroes bad quoted this manuscript incorrectly, relying upon an versity of style, in a poet of whom time bas preserved such partial imperfect copy of it which Isaac Vossius had taken ; I shall just relics. If we knew Horace but as a satirist, should we easily believe

mention two or three instances of this inaccuracy, the first which there could dwell such animation in his lyre ? Suidas says that our occur to me. In the ode of the Dove, on the words [lte poist poet wrote hymns, and this perhaps is one of them. We can per- cuyaahubw, he says, • Vatican MS. OUOXLASwv, etiam Prisceive in what an altered and imperfect state his works are at preseut, ciano invito, - though the Manuscript reads currxhube, when we find a scholiast upon Horace citing an ode from the third with GVOXLCTW interlined. Degen, too, on the same line, is somebook of Anacreon,

wbat in error. To the twenty-second ode this series, line thirAnd how the tender timid maid

teenth, the MS. bas Ter with al interlined, and Barnes imputes Flew panting to the kindly shade, etc.] Original:

to it the reading of Tevon. In the fifty-seventh,"line twelfth, be

professes to bave preserved the reading of the MS. Alzaruerno To pEY EXTEPEvye xevt por, Φυσεως δ' αμειψε μορφης.

επ' αυτη, while the latter has αλαλημενος δ' επ' αυτα.

Almost all the other commentators bave transplanted these errors I find the word xova poy here has a double force, as it also sig- from Barnes. nities that omnium parentem, quam sanctus Numa,. etc. etc. (See

'The intrusion of this melancholy ode among the careless levities Martial.) – In order to confirm this import of the word bere, those of our poet, bas always reminded me of the skeletons which tbe who are curious in new readings may place the stop after pursus, thought of wortality even amidst the dissipations of birth.f.it

Egyptians used to bong up in their banquet-rooms, lo inculcate a ibus : Το μεν εκπεφευγε κέντρον

were not for the beauty of its numbers, tbe Teian Muse should dis

own this ode. Quid habet illius, illius qux spirabat amores! Φυσεως, δ αμειψε μορφην.

To Slobæus we are indebted for it.

Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,

No, banish from our board to night All the flowers of life decay.

The revelries of rude delight! Withering age begins to trace

To Scythians leave these wild excesses, Sad memorials o'er my face;

Ours be the joy that soothes and blesses ! Time has shed its sweetest bloom,

And while the temperate bowl we wreathe, All the future must be gloom!

Our choral hymns shall sweety breathe, This awakes my hourly sighing;

Beguiling every hour along
Dreary is the thought of dying!

With harmony of soul and song!
Pluto's is a dark abode,
Sad the journey, sad the road:
And the gloomy travel o'er,

ODE LXIII.
Ah! we can return no more!

To Love, the soft and blooming child,
I touch the harp in descant wild;

To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,
ODE LXII.

The boy who breathes and blushes flowers !
Fill me, boy, as deep a draught

To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
As e'er was fill'd, as e'er was quaffd;

And gods and mortals bow before him!
But let the water amply flow,
To cool the grape's intemperate glow;
Let not the fiery god be single,

ODE LXIV.?
But with the nymphs in union mingle;

HASTE thee, nymph, whose winged spear For, though the bowl's the grave of sadness,

Wounds the fleeting mountain-dcer! Oh! be it ne'er the birth of madness!

Dian, Jove's immortal child,

Huntress of the savage wild!
Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,
All the flowers of life decay.) Horace often, with feeling and ele-

Goddess with the sun-bright hair! gance, deplores the fugacity of human enjoyments. See book ii,

Listen to a people's prayer. ode 11; and thus in the second epistle, book ii,

Turn, to Lethe's river turn,
Singula de nobis anni prædantur euntes,

There thy vanquish'd people mourn!
Eripuere jocos, venerem, convivia, ludum.

Come to Lethe's wavy shore,
The wing of every passing day

There thy people's peace restore.
Withers some blooming joy away;

Thine their hearts, their altars thine!
And wafts from our enamour'd arms

Dian! must they-must they pine!
The banquet's mirth, the virgin's charms.
Dreary is the thought of dying, etc.) Regnier, a libertine French
poet, has written some sonnets on the approach of death, full of

ODE LXV.3
gloomy and trembling repentance. Chaulieu, however, supports
more consistently tbe spirit of the Epicorean philosopher. See his LIKE some wanton filly sporting,
poem, addressed to the Marquis La Farre :

Maid of Thrace! thou fly'st my courting.
Plus j'approche da terme et moins je le redoute, etc.

Wanton filly! tell me why
I shall leave it to the moralist to make his reflections here: it is Thou tripp'st away with scornful eye,
impossible to be very anacreontic on such a subject.
And, the gloomy travel o'er,

This fragment is preserved in Clemens Alexandrinus, Strom. Ah! we can return no more! Scaliger, upon Catullas's well-lib. vi, and in Arsenius, Collect. Græc., Barnes. known lines, « Qui nunc it per iter, etc. remarks, that Acheron,

It appears to bave been the opening of a hymn in praise of Love. with the same idea, is called avešoôos, by Theocritus, and ? This hymn to Diana is extant in Mephæstion. There is an anecovosxopoues, by Nicander.

dote of our poet, which has led to some doubt whether be ever wroto "This ode consists of two fragments, which are to be found in Athe

any odes of this kind. It is related by the Scholiast upon Pindar

(Istbmionic. od. ii, v. 1, as eited by Barnes). Anacreon being asked, næus, book x, and wbich Barnes, from ibe similarity of their tendency, bas combined into one. i think this a very justifiable li- why be addressed all bis bymas 10 women, and done to the deities?

answered, • Because women are my deities.. berty, and have adopted it in some other fragments of our poet.

I have assumed the same liberty in reporting this apecdote which Degen refers us here to verses of Uz, lib. iv, der Trinker.

I have done in translating some of the odes; and it were to be wisbed But let the water amply Now,

that these little infidelities were always considered pardonable in To cool the grape's intemperate glow, etc.] It was Amphictyon who the interpretation of the ancients ; tbus, when nature is forgotten first caught the Greeks to mix water with their wine; in commemo | in the original, in the translation, e tamen usque recurret.» ration of wbich circumstance they erected altars to Bacchus and the

Turn, to Lethe's river turn, nymphs. On this mythological allegory the following epigram is

There thy vanquish'd people mourn!) Lethe, a river of lonia, acfounded :

cording to Strabo, falling into the Meander; Dear to it was situated Ardentem ex utero Semeles lavere Lyaum

the lowo Mayoesia, in favour of wbose in habitants our poet is supNaiades, extincto fulminis igne sacri ;

posed to bare addressed this supplication to Diana. It was written Cum nympbis igitur tractabilis, at sine nympbis (as Madame Dacier conjectares) on the occasion of some battle, in Gandenti rursus fulmine corripitur.

which the Magnesians had been defeated.

Pierius Valerianus. Which is, non verbum verbo,

* This ode, which is addressed to some Thracian girl, exists in He

raclides, and bas been imitated very frequently by Horace, as all the While heavenly fire consumed his Theban damo,

annotators have remarked. Madame Dacier rejects the allegory, A Naiad caught young Bacchus from the flame,

which runs so obviously throughout it, and supposes it to have been And dipp'd bim burning in her purest lymph :

addressed to a young mare belonging to Polycrates: there is more Still, still be loves the sea-maid's crystal urn,

modesty thao ingenuity in the lady's conjecture. And when his native fires infuriate burn,

Pierius, in tbe fourth book of his Hieroglyphics, cites this ode, and He bathes him in the fountain of the nymph.

informs us, tbat the horse was the bieroglyphical emblem of pride.

And seem'st to think my doting heart
Is novice in the bridling art?

ODE LXVII.'
Believe me, girl, it is not so;
Thou 'lt find this skilful hand can throw

Gentle youth! whose looks assume
The reins upon that tender form,

Such a soft and girlish bloom,
However wild, however warm!

Why repulsive, why refuse
Thou 'lt own that I can tame thy force,

The friendship which my heart pursues !
And turn and wind thee in the course.

Thou little know'st the fond control
Though wasting now thy careless hours,

With which thy virtue reins my soul!
Thou sport'st amidst the herbs and flowers,

Then smile not on my locks of gray,
Thou soon shalt feel the rein's control,

Believe me, oft with converse gay
And tremble at the wish'd-for goal!

I've chain'd the years of tender age,
And boys have loved the pratding sage!
For mine is many a soothing pleasure,

And mine is many a soothing measure;
ODE LXVI.:

And much I hate the beamless mind,
To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine,

Whose earthly vision, unrefined,
Fairest of all that fairest shine:

Nature has never form'd to see
To thee, thou blushing young Desire,

The beauties of simplicity!
Who rulest the world with darts of fire!

Simplicity, the flower of heaven,
And oh! thou nuptial Power, to thee

To souls elect, by Nature given !
Who bear'st of life the guardian key:
Breathing my soul in fragrant praise,
And weaving wild my votive lays,
For thee, O Queen! I wake the lyre,

ODE LXVIII. '
For thee, thou blushing young Desire!
And oh! for thec, thou nuptial Power,

Rica in bliss, I proudly scorn
Come, and illume this genial hour.

The stream of Amalthea's horn? Look on thy bride, luxuriant boy!

Nor should I ask to call the throne And while thy lambent glance of joy

Of the Tartessian prince my own; Plays over all her blushing charms,

To toiter through his train of years, Delay not, snatch her to thine arms,

The victim of declining fears. Before the lovely trembling prey,

One little hour of joy to me
Like a young birdling, wing away!

Is worth a dull eternity!
Oh! Stratocles, impassion'd youth!
Dear to the Queen of amorous truth,

ing - flos, . in somewhat a similar sense to that which Gaulminus atAnd dear to her, whose yielding zone

tributes to ponov, says, • Hortum quoque vocant in quo flos ille carWill soon resign her all thine own;

pitur, et Greci: κηπον εςι το εφηβαιον γυναικων, Turn to Myrilla, turn thine eye,

May I remark, that the author of the Greek version of this charming

ode of Catallas bas neglected a most striking and Anacreontic beauty Breathe to Myrilla, breathe thy sigh!

in those verses, « Ut flos in septis, etc. which is the repetition of the To those bewitching beauties turn;

line Multi illum pueri, multe optavere puellæ,, with the slight alFor thee they mantle, flush, and burn!

teration of nulli and nullæ. Catullus himself, bowever, has been Not more the rose, the Queen of flowers,

equally injadicious in his version of the famous ode of Sappho; he Outblushes all the glow of bowers,

has translated ye0625 ipspoey, but takes no notice of cdu

qurovoms. Horace has caught the spirit of more faithfully: Than she unrivall'd bloom discloses, The sweetest rose, where all are roses!

Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Oh! may the sun benignant shed

Dulce loquentem. His blandest influence o'er thy bed;

11 bare formed this poem of three or four different fragments, And foster there an infant tree,

which is a liberty that perbaps may be justified by the example of To blush like her, and bloom like thee!

Barnes, wbo bas thus compiled the fifty-seventh of bis edition, and the little ode beginning pep'uowp, pep'olvov, w tral, which be

has subjoined to the epigrams. "This ode is introduced in the Romance of Theodorus Prodromus, and is that kind of epithalamium which was sung like a scholium at

The fragments combined in this ode, are the sixty-seventh, ninetythe nuptial banquet.

sixtb, ninety-seventb, and hundredth of Barnes's edition, to which Among the many works of the impassioned Sappho, of which time 1 refer the reader for the names of the authors by whom they are and ignorant superstition bave deprived us, the loss of her epithala- preserved. miums is not one of the least that we deplore. A subject so interest

And boys have loved the pratling sage!) Monsieur Chauliea ing to an amorous fancy was warmly felt, and must have been warmly described, by such a soul and such an imagination. The

has given a very amiable idea of an old man's intercourse with following lines are cited as a relie of one of her epithalamiums :

youth:

Que cherché par les jeunes gens, ολβιε γαμβρε. σοι μεν δη γαμος ως αραο,

Pour leurs erreurs plein d'indulgence, Εκτετελες', εχεις δε παρθενον αν αραο.

Je tolère leur imprudence

En faveur de leurs agrémens.
See Scaliger, in his Poetics, on the Epithalamiom.
And foster there an infant tree,

. This fragment is preserved in the third book of Strabo. To blush like her, and bloom like thee! Original, KUTTA PITTOS of the Tarlessian prince my own.) He here alludes to Argantho o': TEQUIOL GOU OVE YTTW. Passeratius, upon the words.com nius, who lived, according to Lucian, a handred and fifty years : castum amisit florem, - in the nuptial song of Cotallus, after explain- and reigned, according to Hierodotus, vigbıy. See Barnes.

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ODE LXXII. 4

ODE LXXVI."
With twenty chords my lyre is hung,

SPIRIT of Love! whose tresses shine
And while I wake them all for thee,

Along the breeze, in golden twine,
Thou, O virgin! wild and young,

The nursling fawn, that in some shade
Disport'st in airy levity.

Its andler'd mother leaves behind, etc.) In the original :
This is composed of two fragments; the seventieth and eighty-

“ος εν ύλη κεροεσσης first in Barnes. They are both found in Eustathius.

Απολειφθεις υπο μητρος. . * Three fragments form this little ode, all of which are preserved in Athenæus. They are the eighty-second, seventy-fifth, and eighty- Dacier, however, observes, that Sophocles, Callimachus, etc. have all

Horned, bere, undoubtedly, seems a strange epithet ; Madame third, in Barnes.

applied it in the very same manner; and she seems to agree in the And every guest, to shade his head,

conjecture of the scholiast upon Pindar, that perbaps borns are not Three little breathing chaplets spread.] Longepierre, to give an always peculiar to the males. I think we may with more ease conidea of the luxurious estimation io which garlands were held by the clude it to be a license of the poel, • jassit habere puellam cornua. ancients, relates an abecdote of a courtezau, who, in order to gratify * This fragment is preserved by the scholiast upon Aristophanes, three lovers, without leaving cause for jealousy with any of them, and is the eighty-seventh in Barnes. gave a kiss to one, let the other drink after ber, and put a garland on * This is to be found in Hepbæstion, and is the eighty-ninth of the brow of the third ; so that each was satisfied with his favour, Barnes's edition. and flattered himself with the preference.

I mast here apologize for omitting a very considerable fragment This circumstance is extremely like the subject of one of the ten- imputed to our poet, Zavon o" Eupuntuan uchel, etc. which is sons of Savari de Mauléon, a troubadour. Soe L'Histoire Littéraire preserved in the twelfth book of Athenæus, and is the ninety-first des Troubadours. The recital is a curious picture of the puerile in Barnes. If it was really Anacreon who wrote it, nil fuit unquam gallantries of chivalry.

sic impar sibi. It is in a style of gross satire, and is full of expres

sions which never could be gracefully translated. * This poem is compiled by Barnes, from Athenæus, Hephæstion,

* This fragment is preserved by Dion. Chrysostom, Orat. ii, de and Arsenius. See Barnes, 8oth.

Regno. See Barnes, 93. * This I have formed from the eighty-fourth and eighty-fifth of * This fragment, which is extant in Athenæus (Barnes, 101), is sup Barnes's edition. The two fragments are found in Athenæus. posed, on the aathority of Chamæleon, to have been addressed to

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31 Fear that love disturbs my rest, ODE LXXVIII. ?

Yet feel not love's impassion's care;
Would that I were a tuneful lyre,

I think there's madness in my breast,
Of burnish'd ivory fair,

Yet cannot find that madness there!
Which in the Dionysian choir
Some blooming boy should bear!

6 From dread Leucadia's frowning steep

I'll plunge into the whitening deep,
Would that I were a golden vase,

And there I'll float, to waves resign'd,
And then some nymph should hold

For love intoxicates

my

mind! My spotless frame with blushing grace, Herself as pure as gold!

7 Mix me, child, a cup divine,

Crystal water, ruby wine: Sappho. We have also a stanza attributed to ber, which some romancers have supposed to be her answer to Anacreon.

Mais par

See Barnes, 1730. This fragment, to which I have taken the limalheur (as Bayle says) Sappho vint au monde environ cent ou six berty of adding a turn not to be found in the original, is cited by vingts ans avant Anacreon., Nouvelles de la Rép. des Lett. tom. ii, Lucian in his little essay on the Gallie Hercules. de Novembre, 1684. The following is ber fragment, the compliment * Barnes, 125th. This, if I remember right, is in Scaliger's Poetics. of which is very finely imagined; she sapposes that the Muse has Gail has omitted it in his collection of fragments. dictated the verses of Anacreon :

* This fragment is extant in Arsenias and Hepbæstion. See Barnes

(691b), who has arranged the metre of it very elegantly. Κείνον, ω χρυσοθρονε Μουσ', ενισπες

* Barnes, 72d. This fragment, wbich is quoted by Athenæus, is Υμνον, εκ της καλλιγυναικος εσθλας

an excellent lesson for the votaries of Jupiter Hospitalis. Τηϊος χωρας ον αειδε τερπνως

5 This fragment is in Hepbæstion. See Barnes, 95th.

Catullus expresses something of this contrariety of feelings :
Πρεσβυς αγαυος. .

Odi et amo; quare id faciam fortasse requiris ;
Oh Muse! who sitt'st on golden throne,

Nescio: sed fieri sentio, et excrucior. Carm. 53.
Full many a hymn of dulcet tone
The Teian sage is taught by theo ;

I love thee and bate thee, but if I can tell
Bat, goddess, from thy throne of gold,

The cause of my love and my hate, may I die!
The sweetest hymn thou'st ever told,

I can feel it, alas ! I can feel it too well,
He lately learn'd and sang for me.

That I love theo and bate thee, but cannot tell why.
This is formed of the 194th and 119th fragments in Barnes, both

6 This also is in Hephæstion, and perhaps is a fragment of some of which are to be found in Scaliger's Poetics.

poem, in wbich Anacreon had commemorated the fate of Sappho.

It is the 13d of Baroes. De Pauw thinks that those detached lines and couplets, which Sca- * This fragment is collected by Barnes from Demetrius Phaliger bas adduced as examples his Poetics, are by no means au- lareus, apd Eustathius, and is subjoined in his edition to the epithentic, but of his own fabrication.

grams attributed to our poet. And here is the last of those little * This is generally inserted among the remains of Alcus. Some. scattered flowers which I thought I might venture with any grace bowever, have attributed it to Anacreon. See our poet's twonty-se- to transplant. I wish it could be said of the garland which they form, cond ode, and the notes.

Το δ' ως Ανακρέοντος.

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