AMATORY ODES. ODE I. LET the sons of Lucre pine For glittering heaps of golden ore, To swell th' accumulated store Fir'd by the taper glimmering near, Bid dire explosion the deep realms invade, And earth-born light'nings gleam athwart th' infernal shade. Pride, on thy vesture's purple fold And rubies blush in circling gold: Low at thy nod let suppliants bow, And crested chiefs precedence yield; And wreaths of triumph grace thy brow:- Be Love my empire, LESBIA's heart my throne! Where into rage the wint'ry blast Awakes old ocean's sullen wave To meet the forked lightning's flash ; Then down th' adventurous vessel dash, Or let his freight secure the surges sweep, My bark the tide of young desire, Shall waft, fair Hope direct the helm, From storms of hate thy mariner And blast of chill indifference save! So to thy pow'r I'll frame the votive lay, And moor'd in LESBIA's arms confess thy sov'reign sway. Amid ensanguin'd fields of war, Valour, be thy votary found: Where crimson banners wave around In vain gigantic Terror calls His spectre shapes, a ghastly band: Nor Discord hurling high his brand, Nor Danger's horrid front, appals; Nor Death his unrelenting soul can tame, Or from his grasp withhold the glorious meed of Fame: But let me wander far away From the loud drum and neighing steed, Thro' many a pansie-painted mead, With intermingling umbrage twine; There Love's impassion'd song I'll pour, And summon every wave that dances near, Bridling his wanton speed, my LESBIA's praise to hear. Where the pale lamp's waining eye, At fear-engender'd forms recoil aghast, And hear unhallow'd ghosts wail in each hollow blast: But o'er my haunts with influence bland Let Ev'ning fling her welcome shade: Bind in harmonious chains my soul, While to the charmed ear in heav'nly strains, Enamour'd of thy touch, each trembling chord com plains. Then, Fairest! let my bosom feel So shall my song exalt thy praise above Hebe, who bids o'erflow the nectar'd cup of Jove, |