ODE TO MERCY. STROPHE. O THOU, who sit'st a smiling bride By valour's arm'd and awful side, Who oft with songs, divine to hear, Win'st from his fatal grasp the spear, And hid'st in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword! Thou who, amidst the deathful field, By godlike chiefs alone beheld, Oft with thy bosom bare art found, Pleading for him the youth who sinks to ground: ANTISTROPHE. When he whom ev'n our joys provoke, The fiend of nature join'd his yoke, And rush'd in wrath to make our isle his O'ertook him on his blasted road, prey; And stop'd his wheels, and look'd his rage away. I see recoil his sable steeds, That bore him swift to savage deeds, To thee we build a roseate bow'r, Thou, thou shalt rule our queen, and share our monarch's throne! ODE TO LIBERTY. STROPHE. WHO shall awake the Spartan fife, At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding, * Shall sing the sword, in myrtles drest, * Alluding to that beautiful fragment of Alcæus. Εν Μυρτε κλαδι το ξιφος φορησω, Ανδρα Τυραννον Ιππαρχον εκαινέτην, At Wisdom's shrine a while its flame concealing, (What place so fit to seal a deed renown'd?) Till she her brightest lightnings round revealing, It leap'd in glory forth, and dealt her prompted wound! O goddess, in that feeling hour, When most its sounds would court thy ears, Let not my shell's misguided pow'r* E'er draw thy sad, thy mindful tears. No, Freedom, no, I will not tell How Rome, before thy weeping face, From off its wide ambitious base, When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke, And all the blended work of strength and grace, With many a rude repeated stroke, And many a barb'rous yell, to thousand fragments broke. EPODE. Yet, ev'n where'er the least appear'd, Th' admiring world thy hand rever'd; Still 'midst the scatter'd states around, Some remnants of her strength were found; They saw, by what escap'd the storm, * Μη μη τωυτα λεγωμες, α δακρυον ηγαγε Δηοι. Callimach. Υμνος εις Δημητρα. How wondrous rose her perfect form; In jealous Pisa's olive shade! See, small Merinot joins the theme, Ah no! more pleas'd thy haunts I seek, *The family of the Medici. The Venetians. Genoa. + The little republic of San Marino The Doge of Venice. ¶ Switzerland. |