LETTER A LE то A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY. WHILST thou art happy in a blest retreat, And free from care doft rural fongs repeat, Whilft fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, In fuch an air, how can foft numbers flow, All we can boaft of the poetic fire, 5 10 Are but fome sparks that foon as born expire. Affifts the Mufe, and quickens all her strains. 20 wind, And murmuring streams, to grace their nuptials join'd. All Nature smil'd; the plains were fresh and green, Unftain'd the fountains, and the heavens ferene. Ye Ye blest remains of that illustrious age! Might I with you my peaceful days live o'er, 25 30 35 No falfe corrupt delights our thoughts should move, H OR A CE, BOOK I. ODE XXII. Integer vitæ, fcelerifque purus, "Non eget Mauri jaculis, neque arcu," &c. Wrapp'd in thick clouds, and shades of night, There brood on guilt, fix there a loath'd embrace, Dreams, goblins, and imagin'd fprights, Thy vifionary tribe, thy black and monstrous race. Go, haunt the flave that stains his hands in gore Poffefs the perjur'd mind, and rack the Ufurer more, Than his oppreffion did the poor before. II. Vainly, you feeble wretches, you prepare The poison'd shaft, the Parthian bow, and spear Which pois'd and guided from his ear He hurls impetuous through the field: 15 In vain you lace the helm, and heave in vain the fhield; He's only fafe, whofe armour of defence Is adamantine innocence. If o'er the fteepy Alps he go, Vaft mountains of eternal fnow, Or where fam'd Ganges and Hydaspes flow; If o er parch'd Libya's defart land, Where threatening from afar Th' affrighted traveller Encounters moving hills of fand.; No fenfe of danger can disturb his reft; 20 25 He He fears no human force, nor favage beaft; Impenetrable courage steels his manly breast. IV. Thus, late within the Sabine grove, While free from care, and full of love, A grizly wolf, with glaring eye, View'd me unarm'd, yet pass'd unhurtful by. Apulian forefts did moleft; Numidia never faw a more prodigious beast; Where the stern lion makes his knotted mane, 30 35 40 And roars aloud for prey, and scours the fpacious plain. V. Place me where no foft breeze of fummer wind Did e'er the ftiffen'd foil unbind, Where no refreshing warmth e'er durft invade, 45 And rattling ftorms of hail, and noisy tempefts beat. Where house or cottage ne'er were seen, And guarded by the gods of Love and Poetry. H 3 50 55 HORACE, INDULGENT Quiet! power ferene, Say, in what folitary grove, Within what hollow rock, or winding cell, 5 By human eyes unfeen, Like fome retreated Druid doft thou dwell? And why, illufive goddess! why, When we thy manfion would furround, Why dost thou lead us through inchanted ground, To mock our vain refearch, and from our wishes fly? II. The wandering failors, pale with fear, When the tempeftuous fea runs high, And when, through all the dark benighted sky, 15 No |