University of California Berkeley PAULINE FORE MOFFITT LIBRARY THE YRIC WORKS O F HORACE, TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE: TO WHICH ARE ADDED, A NUMBER OF ORIGINAL POEMS. By a NATIVE of AMERICA. Qtti cup'it optatam curfu contingere tultt fecitque Puer. PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED by ELE AZER OSWALD, at the COFFEE-HOUSE. M,DCC,LXXXVI, To his EXCELLENCY GEORGE WASHINGTON, ESQ. L. L. D. late GENERAL and COMMANDER in CHIEF of the ARMIES of the UNI TED STATES of AMERICA, MARE- SHAL of FRANCE, &c. Sec. &c. ILLUSTRIOUS SIR, WITH your ufual goodncfs and generofity, you will pardon the freedom I take, in interrupt ing your more important bufinefs, and attempting to intrude with my juvenile productions on your do- meflic retirement. Whilft the whole world (tho' lavifli in their praifes) do no more than juftice to your exalt ed merits ; permit me, obfcure as I am, to throw my tributary mite into the fcale of public and univerfal applaufc. Not in the manner of common dedicators, would I venture to approach you , who, blinded by the glare of rank and titles, will lay the fruits of their ge nius at the feet of thofe, who are poflHTed of no iin- gle endowment, to render them worthy the fmilcs of the mufes. Far be fucli motives from actuating my conduct ! The whole circle of arts and fciences, is bound to you, by every facred tie of gratitude and af fection. It Avas your influence that encouraged, and your arms that fupported the drooping fpirit of learn ing, through the toils and perils of a long, predatory and unnatural war ; a war which originated in op- preffion and injuftice, had plunder and flavery for its object 5 and, like the Goths and Vandals, in the time of Old Rome, would have overturned our liberties, and inveloped our feminaries of fcicnce in the clouds of ravae harbarifh. UNITING iv, DEDICATION. UNITING the char after of ihefoltlier with Jar and the ftatefman, like another Mecrenas, you withftood the torrent, though fwoln with the blood of your countrymen, and repelled its fauguinary ftream r into the accuftomcd channel. But, fir, it would be impertinent to attempt a recapitulation of thofe great events, which ftamped a brilliancy on your character ; events which are fo recent in the minds of every one, and haVe all mankind to vouch for their authenticity. UN ACQUAINTED with the art of adulation, which is the province only of dependants and parafites, let the effufions of my gratitude and efteem be viewed through the friendly medium of candor, and may the labors of my mufe meet with every indulgence from your well-known liberality of fentiment. MANY of thefe tranflations which I have the honor of addrefilng to you, were the work of my youthful days, when I fcarce numbered fifteen years in the fcale of my exiftence ; others were written at a more advan ced period of life : Some in the retirement of a winter cantonment ; and others in the accidental qui etude of a camp. The fame circumftances affecT: the whole of the publication, the various parts thereof being written and compofed at as various times and places. To evince my gratitude to my friends, and an affec tionate remembrance of my brother foldiers, who were honored by ferving under your wife command, I have taken the freedom of publicly addrefling them, in differ ent parts of this work. Suffer me to aflure you, fir, that ?hcfe compofitions were never intended for the fcruti- nizing eyes of malevolent critics and national party- writers ; but folely for the amufement of thofe on whofe candor I may rely, and whofe liberality will grant every indulgence to a young adventurer of the pen, v. DEDICATION. pen, who declares, that his greateft merit confifts in an anxious defire to pleafe them. 'Tis not the vanity, peculiar to authors, that tempts me to appear publicly in that character ; but an earneft defire to oblige a number of gentlemen, to whom I am particularly bound, and at whofe fre quent felicitations, I have ventured on this perilous undertaking. To hand down the names and the virtues of my fellow citizens to pofterity, fuch as have voluntarily facrificed their lives on the altar of their country, is the gaol of my literary ambition ; beyond tjris my mufe does not attempt to foar, and to effect it, my' va nity (if the term may be excufed) with diffidence afpires. I WELL know I am to endure the fiery ordeal of public opinion, though little prepared for fuch a trial: From the monthly and critical reviewers of England, as an American, I expect little quarter ; from my own countrymen (efpecially thofe who have been em barked in the fame caufe) I may look for that partial indulgence, which, perhaps, may not be met with be yond the Atlantic. But, it is the fate of every per- fon, who fends his productions collectively into the world ; and he who will rifk it, muil fuffer a critical difmemberment. The fubject matter of fome of thefc poems, is diametrically oppofite to the judgment (more properly, the prejudices) of many inhabitants of thefe ftates. But if, by making every allowance, thefe pro ductions are approvedj by the friends and defenders of their country, I fhall be fatisfied ; my ends will be compleatly obtained. FINALLY, fir, if you condefcend to patronize this volume, vi. D E D I C A T I O N. volume, I fhall think my labors arc fufficiently reward- ed; Quod fi me lyricis vatibus inferes, Sublimi feriam fidera vertice. MAY you long live to enjoy the fruits of a glorious peace, and the fweets of domeftic retirement ! May no future wars, or civil convulfions difturb that tranquili- ty, which your fword hath purchafed, not only for you i felf, but for all your fellow-citizens. Like Me~ csenas may you be the patron of arts and fciences, and the promoter of all works of genius. '4 Bright in the lyric bard's immortal page, Mecanas mines thro' ev'ry diftant age j Through ev'ry clime, in ev'ry language known, The patron's fame, has with the poet's flown. O could my Mufe infure her fhort-hVd fong, Like Horace fprightly, and like Virgil ftrong ; To time's Lift ftage my envy'd name fhouldmine^ And bloom immortal, by recording thine." WITH every fentimcnt of eftcem and refpecl, I have the honor to be Your Excellency's moft obliged, Moft devoted, and Very humble fervant, THE AUTHOR. July 26, 1786. PREFACE, PREFACE. ADDRESSED TO THE SUBSCRIBERS. THOUGH the competitions of Horace, reft upon the folid foundation of their own intrinfic merit, and require no apology ; yet there are few, very few, who afpire.at an imitation of this polite Roman, whofe attempts do not require every indulgence from the ju dicious reader. POETRY is the moil amufing art, that ever em ployed the ingenuity and genius of man ; and when we fpeak of it as an art (fays a certain antient writer) we mean fitch a ivay or method of treating a fuljeEl^ as is found moft pleafing and delightful to us. In all other kinds of literary competition, pleafure is fubordinate to ufe, in poetry only pleafure is the end, to which ufe itfelf (however it be, for certain reafons always pre tended) muft fubmit. THE works of Horace, though calculated for the latter purpofe, are full of inftrudlion and rational a- mufement ; fo that the foregoing axiom is not univer- fally conclufive : To pleafe, and at the fame time to edify was his favorite maxim. Omne tulit puniv fubmit. XVIII- PREFACE. like tliofe in Horace's art of poetry, without that me thodical regularity which would have been r-equifite in a profe-writer. They are fomc of them uncommon, but fuch as the reader muft aflent to, when he fees them explained with that eafe and perfpicuity in which they are delivered. As for thofe which are the mofi liiioivn^ and the mo ft received^ they are placed in fo beau#ful a light, and illuftrated with fuch apt allufi- ons that they have in them all the graces of novelty ; and make the reader, who iuas before acquainted with them, flill more convinced of their trutlv and folidity : And here give me leave to mention what Monfieur Boi- leau has fo well enlarged upon hi the preface of his works: That wit and fine writing do not confift fo much in advancing things that are neiu, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn." IT is impoflible for us to make obfervations in criti- cifm, morality or any art and fcience, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little elfe left us, but to reprefent the common fenfe of mankind in more ilrong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's art of poetry, he will find but few precepts in it which he may not meet with in Arifto- tie, and which were not commonly known by all the poets of the Augujlan age. His way of expreffing and applying them, not his Invention of them, is what we are chiefly to admire. "Some modern writers have accu- fed Horace of pofleffing a degree of vanity, that was unpardonable, and of being too fond of trumpeting iiis own praifc. But vanity is a foible peculiar to all authors, either in a greater or lefier degree : Yet this vanity becomes very ridiculous, when it is not the re- iult of a confcioufnefs of fuperior worth, mature judge ment, and an abfolute confidence in genius." Some poets, leaft their productions fliould not fufilciently immortalize them, will give us an hiftory of their pe digree. 11 E F A C E. XIX. ciigree. Mr. Walfo in his critique on Virgil's paftorals (an author to whom he was very partial) fays, " that Homer can never be enough admired for this one fo particular quality, that he never fpeaks of himfelf, ei ther in the Iliad or Odyffey ; and, if Horace had never told us his genealogy, but left it to the writer of his life, perhaps he had not been a lofer by it." In an- fwer to this, it may be faid that Homer being a natural child, was not fo fond of recording his defcent ; and though he was the fuppofed father of Greek poetry ; yet the age he lived in was infeniibie of realmerit ; and whilft his talents made him worthy of every thing that his country could beftow he was only regarded as a bal lad-finger ; and from his natural misfortunes, fre quently iiyJed the Blind Beggar of Greece. Homer, doubtlefs, had his reafons for being thus filent : If we conilder the many difad vantages he laboured un der, the ftraitnefs of his fortune, his natural diffidence of temper, the want of generous patrons, and above all, having his works pirated from him, and recited all over Greece, during his life time, as the producti ons of another ; I fay, thofc many draw-backs upon his ambition, were fufficient to damp the genius and check the vanity of a much greater poet than Homer, if fuch a one did ever exift, f The laft odes of the fe- cond and third books are of the fame nature, and may be produced as iaftances of this vanity. In the for mer, Horace, in a paroxyfm of poetical phrenfy, con ceives himfelf to be transformed into a pegafean fwan. Spurning the dull earth, and mounting on the broad fledged pinions of eternal fame, beholds far beneath him the roaring Dardanelles, and the quick fands of Afric nay Greenland, and Zembla do not efcape his view ; and vrhilit he foars fuperior to the grave (the common receptacle of the vulgar) Europe and Aiia fhall proclaim his glory. In the latter, he celebrates his own productions, and propheiies that their reputa tion iliall be immortal. \ f Vide Dr. Pafrick's. key to tliefe cdes. Xx. PREFACE. I will not wholly die, for famefhall fave My nobler part, and refcue from the grave ! While mitred priefts the capitol afcend, And veftal maids the fllent pomp attend. f< THE prediction of our poet, fays the learned Monfieur Sanadon, is now accompliilied far beyond the term he propofed. The capitol is fallen ; the religi on of the Romans continues no longer, yet the poems of Horace preferve all their original ftrength and beau ty. We may now be bold to fay, that their deftiny is blended with that of the world, and that they can on ly perilh in one common ruin." This laft mentioned ode, in the tranflation, I. have made free to addrefs to my very worthy friend and fellow-foldier Lieutenant* Colonel Eleazer Ofivald, late of the American Artillery ; not only on account of his ulhering this work into the world, but for his many eminent virtues as a brave foldier, and good citizen. The hardihips he has fuf- fered, the toils he has endured, and the many trying viciflitudes he has experienced in the defence of his country, entitle him to the efteem of every patriotic and virtuous American. But to return to our au thor the above ode, which ought to have been an epilogue to the whole of his lyric works, fhews, that he has perfevered in his fcheme of imitating Alcz- LIS and Sappkc, which he has mentioned before ; and Mr. Sanadon fays, it is not probable that he could have fo frequently boafted of being the firft, who formed himfelf upon an imitation of the Grsecian poets, if the public had not in general acknowledged his claim. A FURTHER recapitulation of the many tranfla- tors and imitators of Horace^ and of one another, would be unneceflary, as it may be fo eafily proved from numberlefs incontrovertible facts, that originali ty is but an abftract idea, and amounts to little more than chimaTa : Even the very ingenius Moniieur PREFACE. xxi. golfer, who is fuppofed to have invented the art of Hying in the prefent day (without detracting from that gentleman's merit) is moft evidently indebted for the hint, to Boyle , and to a work written by DocJor John Wilklns late Lord Bi/hop of Chefter, on the difeovery of a new world ; proving the moon to be inhabitable, and of the poffibility of a paflage thither. BEFORE I conclude this addrefs, I muft, in juftice to myfelf and fome unknown authors, to whofe abili ties I am indebted in the prefent undertaking, give a true account of this tranflation, as it now ftands before the impartial public. With refpect to the firft book : The fifth ode, to Pyrrha, is by another hand, though I cannot now remember where I met with it : The thirteenth to Lydia, is tranflated by a perfon, who figns himfelf Flork, and, in my humble opinion, is well done, though not quite equal to Mr. Creech, yet it may difpute the bays with Mr. Francis. The feven- teenth, to Tindaris, is anonymous, and taken from a magazine for the month of Auguft, 1746. The nineteenth to Clycera, an imitation, figned P. is, I be lieve, felecled from the fame kind of repolitory. The thirtieth, to Venus y is a petit ouvre of fome body, which I have ventured to alter and enlarge. The thir ty-fourth is a beautiful paraphrafe by Telarius, and e- qual to Doctor Dunkitfs tranflation of that ode. The thirty-fet'enth, to his Companions, is the production of a ftranger, to whofe abilities I am likewife indebted. The two lajl odes made their firft appearance in the gen tleman's magazine, and are there faid to have been lately difcovered in the palatine library, and commu nicated by Gafpcr Pallavicini, fub librarian, as may be better underftood by his own Latin account in the margin ; to which I refer. In the Britiih annual re- gifter for the yecir 1777, I firft laid my eyes on them; from which, with avidity, I have taken, tranflated, and added them to this American verfion (from the purity PREFACE. purity of the language) having not the leafl doubt of their being truly genuine. Inthi'fecsnd book, tie fourth cdfy to Xcxthias Pho:e:;s> is a foreign production, the fignaturc of which I do not recollect. Thcf/xtt>, to Septimus, and alfo the- twelfth, to MecXnas, arc the works of Mr. Marriott, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge, a gentleman of moft undoubted poetical talents , to him we are indebted for feveral compofitions, executed in a moft mafterly manner ; particularly an ode on ly ric poetry, which, in a fmall compafs, is fraught with all the variety, elegance and beauty of that fpecies of writing, and may, with juftice be made a frontifpiece to the work of our author, of which it is an epitome ; for which purpofe I have (elected it. Add to this a frbe translation of the feventsenth ode and firft book, which has all the merit of the before-mentioned. Thd ode to Septimus is an imitation, which I have ventured to alter in refpect to local circumftances, and addrefs to a particular friend. The tenth > to Licinius Mnrena, appears under the -fig nature of G. S. as does the third of the third bock* The thirteenth, fifteenth, and twen ty-eighth of the fame, are the labours of perfons whole names, figr.atu.res, &c. have entirely efcaped my me mory. The twenty-ninth, to Mecocnas, from the be ginning to the fifty-fifth line, is a trafiflation of my own 5 from thence to thefeventy-jiftk is done by Doctor Pope; to the eighty-fifth I refumed my pen ; to the hundred end fecond is the work of the late Duke of Buckingham, the remainder I ventured to finifli. The firji ode of the fourth book, addrefled to Venus, I made an at tempt to verfify, and proceeded as far as the twentieth line, when comparing it with Mr. Pcpe's paraphraic, I found it in vain to purfue it, after fuch an accompiiih- ed matter j and in imitation of Mr. Frauds (who would not attempt the third cde of the fourth book after Bijhop Alter bury, but inferted it) I have fmifhed the remainder, from Mr. Popes's verfion. In the fecoru! od?y to AntQnius Juliis^ confifting of fifteen verfes ; the firil PREFACE. the tenth and two laft, are the refult of my own ftudy j the reft is the work of another hand The comparifon is left for the candid reader to make, which it is hoped will not be too ftrictly critical. The third is a compofiticn of a gentleman, who figns him- felf G. Gregory , and though it is not without its parti cular beauties, yet it muft be allowed to yield to that excellent tranilation of the fame ode done by Dr. At- terbitry. The feventh, to Tcrquatus^ by Alumnus. The firft three verfes, and the feventh in the ninth ode, to Lolllus, were written by Mr. Pope, the reft I have prefumed to imitate in my own numbers, for which I hope my indulgent readers will excufe me. The tenth to LtgurinuS) by C. is the Ian;; and here my obligations ,to ftrangers are at an end. THE tobc/ebook of epodes, together with poem, and all the odes which have not been particular ly herein mentioned, are my own ; though I candidly acknowledge myfelf highly thankful to Mr. Creech, Mr. Oldifworth and Mr. Francis, throughout this work. AMONG the poems which I call original, andintermix with my own compofitions, are the productions of fome young gentlemen, who appear to have been fa vored by the Mufes, particularly Mr. John Wilcocks, late an officer of the Britifh army, my moft intimate friend and acquaintance. The genius of this young foldier, feemed to be entirely adapted to paftoral, ele gy and fatire, of the laft of which he was a mafter, as may be feen in a poem written on his deceafe. I am alfo much obliged to the ingenuity of Mr. Prior, a young gentleman of \Dover, in the ftate of Delaware^ for a few copies, which, if any fnould fall under the cognizance of critics, are entitled to every indulgence from his youth and inexperience. The reader may dif- tingu'ih the authors, by the feveral initials fubfcribed ; and fuch pieces as arc the work of anonymous writers, will PREFACE. will be diftinguifhed by an afterifk at the beginning. Befides thefe, I have inferted fome poetical tranflations from the Greek and Latin, which were configned to oblivion, through the obliterating medium of rats and moths under the fequeftered canopy of an antiqua ted trunk , written between the years 17 20 and 1730, by the learned and facetious David French, Efq. late of the Delaware counties (now ftate.) They feem to be worthy of preferving, and maybe alfo known as before mentioned. The Hymn and paraphrafe on the 23d pfalm, are the work of an American lady of quality. The fatires I have purpofely rejected, being of too per- fonal a nature to be admitted into apiiblication, which is intended to pleafe only, depending entirely on the pa tronage and generolity of my countrymen, to whofe candor and fuperior judgment, with the greateft defer ence and humility, are fubmitted the feeble efforts of an uufkilful mufe. THE THE LIFE OF HORACE. Compiled from different AUTHORS, with REMARKS on his CHARACTER, ADDRESSED TO HIS EXCELLENCY BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, ESQ. L: L: D. F: R: S. PRESIDENT of the Common wealth of PENNSYLVANIA, &c. &c. &c. THE moft accurate account of our author is fuppo- fed to be handed to us, by that able biogra pher J Suetonius, from whofe labours, as well as from Her ace's own account, our modern hiftorians, Maidiuell 9 Cruftus, Majffon and others, have drawn a fund of information ; numberlefs anecdotes may be found by an ingenious inquirer, which might furnifh a large field of entertainment for our readers. Howe ver as the fphere in which Horace moved, may be con fined within the narrow compafs of a fewfelect friends, it would be intrusion to fpin it out to an unneccfTa- ry length ; fuffice k to give a fhort account of his birth, education, and a few ketches of his character as an author. D Quintus J The lives ofTeftnce, Itoract, 'Jwer.al, Perjcus, and Lucaf.f have ufual- )y gone under Suetoniui name, and been printed at the end of his works, though it is not abfolutely certain, that they are his. THE LIFE OF HORACE. Quintus Horatius Ffa.ccus, an eminent Roman poet, who flouriihed in the age of Augujlus^ was born at Ve- nuftum y a town of ^/pu/ia y or Lucan'ia^ for he himfelf does not determine which. His birth-day fell on the 8th of December, in the year of Rome 689, when L. Cotta and L. Manl'ms Torquatus were confuls, three years before the breaking out of Catalinis confpiracy, and about fixty-fiye years before the birth of Chrlft* He remained in the place of his birth, till he was ten years old, and was then removed to Rome : for tho' his father. Flavins laccus y was no more than a freed man, and a collector of excife or taxes, and not very learn ed, yet beiqga man of good fenfe, and plain common un- derftanding, he knew the neceffity of inftructing his fon by fomething more than bare precept. He remo ved him to Rome thereupon, and placed him under the tuition of OrliliuS) whom Suetonius mentions as a very fevere perfon, though of great reputation for teaching, as Horace himfelf informs us, Cf I do not damn old Livy" rhimes as dull, For which I often fmarted when at fchool." that by refiding in the Metropolis, he might have an opportunity of fetting before him the examples of all forts of perfons, and fhewing him what behaviour he fliould imitate, and what he fliould avoid, fpurring him on all the while, to this imitation, by pointing out the good effects of virtue, and the evil and perni cious confequences of vice, * " This from a father's fond indulgence flows, Who mark'd the folly, as to life it roie, In ftrong examples." and Won equidem infeflor, debndave carminaLm Eflejeor, mernini, quie pUgofum mi hi parvo Orbllium didtare ; EPIST. i. L. z. * . --Infuevit pater optimus hoc me, Ut fugercni cxemplis vitiorv.rn quietus notando. SAT. 4. L' J) V. 105. THE LIFE OF HORACE, xxvix. and the old man in Terence had juft the fame notions ; " I tife him, fays he, fpeaking of his fon, to look up on the lives of others, as upon a mirror ; and from their conduct to take a pattern for his own. Do this, ill u n that ; this is praife-worthy, that to be blamed. Confuefacio : infpicere, tanquam in fpeculum, in vitas omnium jubeo, atque ex aliis fumere exemplum fibi. Hoc facito, hoc fugito: hoc laudi eft, hoc vitio datur. In the mean time, Horace did not want the befl Maf- ters that Rome could afford ; and when he was about eighteen, was fent to the univerfity at Athens, where he compleated what his father had fo well begun, and acquired all thofe accomplifhments that polite learning and a liberal education could beftow. cc Piome bred me firft, flic taught me grammar rules, With all the little authors read in fchools. A little more than this learn'd Athens fhew'd, And taught me how to fep'rate bad from good. The academic feet pofTefs'd my youth, And 'midft their pleafant {hades I fought for truth. EP. 2, L. 2. CREECH. Brutus, about this time, going to Macedonia, as he patted through Athens, took feveral young Roman no bles and gentlemen with him to the army, and Horace, now grown up, and qualified to fet out into the world, among the reft. This tranfuction of his life, truly unfortunate in its confequences, he very feelingly la ments -j- " But rough times drove me from my bleft retreat, And toft me through the troubles of the great. Though rude in arms, and tho' well learn'd in fears, Ths tide yet bore me on to civil wars." CREECH. Brutus f Dura fed emovere Loco me tcmpora grato ; Civiiilqueiuclem belli culitaeflus in arma. EPIS. 2? L. 2. V. 46, xxviii. THE LIFE OF HORACE. firutus made him a military tribune, a poll fomewhat fimilar to a colonel, or other field-officer in our mo dern fervice : But it is probable this general was pret* ty much ftraitened for officers and foldiers at this time, otherwife we fhould not eafily account for his advan cing Horace to a command. He would hardly make him an officer for his wit ; and as for courage, nature had denied him that property, as the event fhew'd in the engagement at Philippi, where Horace, fo far from animating the troops by his example, left the field and fled, after he had fhamefully flung away his fhield. This memorable circumftance of his life, he mentions himfelf, in an ode to his friend Pompelus Varus^ who was with him in the fame battle, and accompanied him in his flight. ^ With thee, I faw Philippi's plain I faw them fly, I faw them (lain, And fearful dropt my trembling fhield." ODE 7. L. 2. This was indeed the beft way of palliating a difgraco upon his name, which he well knew could be never wiped ofF. However, though running away might poffibly fave his life, it could not fecure his fortune, which he had forfeited , for, being on the Weaker fide, it became with thofe of others a prey to the conquer or. IN his return to Rome, he was almoft fliip* wrecked near Palinurus, a promontory of Sicily, and after his arrival concealed himfelf in the houfe of jE/ius Lamius. Thus reduced to want, that mother of ingenuity, es of the other; he would frequently cor- 'efpond with them, and never l;avea letter of ;heirs ur.anfwered : Nor were they under the conftraint of formal fuperlcripuons in the beginning, nor of v; ^'fnt faperlatives at the clofe ot" rht-ir ls:to?j : The invention of thefe is a modern refinsrr.e-t. !: ivbub this nay ki rer-.arked) in pcjjing, that iumbl: f<;rvant h rcfyecz, butfrlf.nd an affrW., ivhich T.-_:-i>:itkt\anding implies tbe Jcrmo t nd a great dealmsrc. v.'-r docs true: ^rsjtn?f3 lofc by fucii familiarity j and thoTe who have it net, as /,.' , are not to be accounted proud, but rather very diurtct, }^ :r;t!r i? Vr.M.39 DE VlTA VlRGlLH. * Quaiem comnfi'' . 'f^lcc, ne mox Iccjtient aiiena r .ibi ptctita r.-. rem. THE LIFE ON HORACE. f My fortune ruin'd blafted all my views, Bold hunger edg'd, and want infpir'd my Mufc. But fay, what dofe could purify me, bleft With (lore fufficient, fhould I break my reft, To fcribble verfe ? Nay, there is great reafon to think from the following lines, that he was folicited by Augujlus himfelf. 35 Remains beneath the chilling dews ; 3 Whether a frag his hounds befet, Or Marfian boar fliould rend his net. Fair learning's prize, an ivy crown, Shall raife on high your bright renown. 40 The cool retreat and fliady grove, With devious fteps, I jo.y to rove ; Where fportful nymphs in cluftcrs ftray a And fatyrs frifk in am'rous play ; There, from the vile canaille ! fly, 45 To fame, from bafe obfcurity. If the kind maids would touch my lyre, And breathe their foft poetic iire i Should you, my lord, my fongs regard, And dub me but a lyric bard : 50 Above the ftars, my head I'll raife, Immers'd ui light, and crcvrn'd with lafwbg bays. ODE BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. ODE II. To AUGUSTUS. 'AddreJJed to the Reverend WILLIAM SMITH, D. D. late Provoft of ihe College and Academy at Philadelphia. ENOUGH of direful hail and fnow, f Hath father Jove difcharg'd below 1 "With red right arm amaz'd the town, And ihook his facred temples down. The nations fear'd, leaft Pyrrha's days Returning, fhould new mongers raife : When Proteus drove his fcaly herd, To browze the lofty mountain-verd. When fifties hung to bufhy groves, Before, the well-known perch of doves ; And beafts, affrighted, fwam in feas, Delug'd o'er vallies, hills and trees. From fair Etrurla's neighboring fhore Repell'd we've feen the Tiber roar ; With yellow waves impetuous beat The tombs of kings and vefta's feat : And fondly bent t' avenge the wrong, Of flighted Ilia, foams along With fury o'er his hither fide ; While Jove reftrains th' uxorious tide. Our youth by parents' crimes impaired, Shall fee the impious fteel prepar'd Againft themfelves, which better far, Should roufe the Persian foe to war. What Deity will hear our prayers, And pity our diftrefs'd affairs ? What holy virgin fhall, with tears, Affail offended Vejta's cars ? O ! who 4 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. O ! who will mighty Jove command, To purge our vile polluted land ? Come bright slpollo y prophet come, In fhining clouds and fuccour Rome ! Or fhould fair Venus prove our friend, Whom loves and pleafures ftill attend ; Or would our founder, filars^ refpect A nation, loft by his neglect. Alas ! too long inur'd to fight, Whom war, and fhining helms delight ! With noife and clamour, fanguine fhield, And f Moors intrepid in the field ! Do thou bright Malays gentle fon, With winged hafte to fave us, come ! And like our noble prince array'd, Appeafe great Julius* injur'd fhade. Long may your prefence blefs the ftate, Your exit to the ikies be late : May no untimely blaft convey, Or Ronian guilt, impede your ftay. Here, rather be, 'mid triumphs, fame, And gain a patriot's glorious name ! Nor fhall the Medes their infults boaft, While Cafar heads our warlike hoft. Philadelphia, 1769. ODE rfi. BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. ODE III. To the SHIP carrying VIRGIL to Athens. Addreffed to the Reverend JAMES DAVIDSON, A. M. ProfeJJbr of Languages in the College of Philadelphia. ) may the power, on Cyprian mores ador'd, And the twin-ftars their light afford ; So may the God, whofe potent fway can bind In hollow caves each hoftile wind ; Protect thy courfe, and fwell thy fails With none but happy weftern gales, And clofely keep confin'd the reft ; As thou, dear fhip, thy charge mall land, My Virgil on the Attic ftrand, And fave from harm the partner of my breaft.^ A heart of oak, or three-fold brafs., Had he who firft prefum'd to pafs, In feeble mips, the boift'rous feas, Nor fear'd the rainy hyades. What kind of death, can him difmay. Who, void of terror, could furvey, Such difmal fights, where monfters wage Eternal war, and waves with rocks engage ? In vain did nature's God divide, By th' intervening ocean's tide, The feveral realms, at diftance hurl'd, And fcatter'd round the fpacious world ; If ftill th' advent'rous fliips pervade The iacred deep, with impious trade. Thus, our whole race, profanely wife, Through paths forbidden, fwift to ruin flies*. Japetus* fon did firft afpire, Profane ! to fteal setherial fire From ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I, From &g&fs 9 car, hence o'er the earth, Reign'd famine, peftilence and dearth : Then death, before at difiance caft, Neceflity, bid fafter hafte. The * Cretan, too prefumptious try'd The fluid air, on wings to man deny'd. E'en hell itfelf is no franchife ; Stout Hercules its ftrcngth defies ; He breaks through all : its footy bar*, And mafly gates afunder tears. The Heav'ns fublime, are not exempt j Our rafhnefs fain would thefe attempt : Nor will we, through our boundlefs pride, Let Jove his angry thunders lay afide. College, 1769. * Dcdalus. ****************************** ODE IV. To LUCIUS SESTIUS. to Mr. NATHAN RUMSEY, A: B. late Stu dent of Philofophy, In the College of Philadelphia. KEEN winter now is fled away, The fpring refumes her chearful fway, Favonius* Breath revives the plain^ And engines launch the fhips again ; The joyful cattle leave their Halls, To range where foft zephyrus calls : The ploughman feeks the hearth no more> Nor are the meadows white with hoar. While bufy cyclops heat the dome, And fweaty Vulcan toils at home Fair Cytherea leads her choirs, As illver Cynthia infpires ; With BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. XVith lovely nymphs in chorus join'd, And charming graces, more refin'd ; All, all their feftlve offerings bring, To welcome home returning fpring. Then let the head with wreaths be crown'd, "With od'rous flowers bind it round, And verdant myrtle, fav'ry juice, "Which now the yielding foils produce ; Let incenfe rife, as well behoves To Faunus, in the bow'ry groves ; "Whether his Deity, mod good, "Would chufe a kid or lambkin's blood. Pale death, with an impartial foot, Beats at the palace or the cot ; Then ceafe my friend, the foolifli ftrife, Nor vainly hope for length of life ! Soon, Night, which all things overwhelms. Shall fnatch you to th* infernal realms Of footy Pluto, 'mid the hods Of grizly, ghaftly, ftoried ghofts. There, when arriv'd, no more, my friend, For empire o'er the glafs contend The melancholy ihades, nor try For prefldency with the die. No more fliall Ckloe, e'er infpirc Within your breaft the foft defire, For whom our youth are all in arms, And virgins flcken at her charms. Col. Philadelphia, 1769. ODE ODES ot HORACE. BOOK I. O D E V. To P Y R R H A. AddreJ}ed to M'ifs A, of JV. J. WHAT youthful fwain on rofes laid, Beneath a grotto's am'rous fhade, Now courts thee Pyrrka to his arms, And views with rapture all thy charms ? For whom this wond'rous care to pleafe, And all this artful negligence of drefs ? Alas ! how oft will he complain, Of broken vows and harfh difdain ! How oft ! unlkilful youth furvey With wonder, the tempefhious fea ? While winds unufual round him rife, And dafh the billows to the gloomy ikies. He now enjoys thy kindeft beams, And fondly trufts in golden dreams, Of fpotlefs faith ; expecting thee, Forever conftant, calm and free ; Nor knows how icon the llatt'ring gales, Will fink the bark, which now but fill the fails, Ah ! haplefs they who truft the fnare, And, unexperienc'd think thee fair ! For me efcap'd the dafhing flood, I confecrate the votive wood, And vefture dropping from the fea To that aufpicious power who fet me free. ODE BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. ODE VI. To AGRIPPA. AddreJJed to his Excellency Count D'EsTAlNG, Admiral &nd Commander of his mojl Chriftian Majeflfs feet and army in America) &c. &c. &c. VARIUS, thy matchlefs deeds fhall fing, Who foars on Homer's lofty wing ; Whatever feats by fea and land, The foldiers dare at thy command. In vain we little bards afpire To tell of proud Achilles' ire ; Of fage Ulyffes wand'ring o'er Each ftormy fea and diftant Ihore 5 Of Pelops' race untimely flain Thefe fuit not my enervate ftrain. The modeft, peaceful Mufe forbears To fing of thine or Ctffar's wars ; Or with her feeble lays difgrace, Agrippa or Augujlus" 1 praife. For who in flrains fublime can write Of mighty Mars in armour bright ? Of warlike M.ericn, covered o'er With clouds of duft on Ilia's fhore ? Or Diomed, by Pallas' might, Made equal to the Gods in fight ? To fing of feafts, be all our care, Their nails, how angry maidens pare j In wanton contefts to engage, The fturdy youth in anr rous rage : To loftier drains we ne'er afpire, Such themes beft fuit the humble lyre, J 779- ODE ia ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE VII. ToMUNATIUS TLANCUS. A FRAGMENT IMITATED. 'Addre/cd /:, Efq. author of the Fanner's Letters. ^ Benjamin Mjt, Efq. the celebrated Hiftorical Painter. <' ( The colleges oi Philadelphia and Pihicet.cn. BOOK I. X)DES OF HORACE. n Where SiuaniuicK's lofty trees, their fummits raife, And fragrant orchards court the iolar beam ; Pleas'd with the light the waterman delays, To view the foreft, dancing on the ftream. Surrounded by a verdant grove-fring'd mead, Which from the northern blafts its beauty fhrouds, N- C- e feems to rear its antient head, And point its luftre to the paffing clouds. There may I live, inemulous of fame, Nor wifh the laurel, or the poet's bays : I alk not riches, or a mighty name, But there, in fweet content, to end my days. CETERA DESUNT. * To HIS FRIEND PLANCUS. He advlfes him to live well. As bluft'ring fouth winds often chear the day, Nor always brood uncomfortable fhowers ; So you, my Hoiuelly melt your cares away, And drown in wine your melancholy hours. Whether beneath your happy groves reclufe, From eye impertinent, lerenely laid ; With rapt'rous lore, infpir'd indulge the Mufc, Or hero-like, you wield the hoftile blade : From nolfe fequefter'd, at your country feat, No public jars your peaceful jftate aflail : Attend my Mufe, your willing ears I greet, And warm your fancy with a recent tale. When * The yth Ode isfuppofed by Mr. Dacier to be a fragment, and that what follows from the i.j.th line is another ode, which the ancient grammarians have added to it, merely becaufe Tibur is mentioned in it, and the meafures .are the lame. 12 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. "When Warren, glorious from his f conqueft won, With laurel crown'd, the fatal bayonet took ; Amidft the hoft a martial fpeech begun, And thus his valiant countrymen befpoke. " Courage my friends, once more in doubtful war, We'll try the prowefs of this vet'ran band ! Safe, by my council, none have cauie to fear, Defeat and glory {hall await this hand. Companions of the war, in battle try'd ! To-morrow's dawn, (hall light us to the foe ; With nervous arm, we'll curb the Britons' pride, And fend them wreaking to the depths below. f Battle of Lexington and Concord. 1775- ODE VIII. To L Y D I A. WHY opes my Lydia all her charms, To court a {tripling to her arms ? Why, thus a victim to your love, Mull the young, hopeful Damon prove ? The field of Mars why does he fliun, Impatient of the duft and fun ? Why with the youths ot equal age, Does manly Damon fear t' engage ? Why mounts he not the gallic fteed, And reign the beaft's impetuous fpeed ? Why ftems he not the yellow wave ? To Lydia 9 s foftnefs now a (lave. Like ferpent's venom loaths the oil, And fliuns the fturdy wreftlers toil ; Loft to each manly exercife ; Inemulous to gain a prize. Say BOOK L ODES OF HORACE. Say, why from ev'ry eye fecure, He lurks, -as Thetis fon of yore, Left man's apparel fhould employ, His arms 'gainft Lycia's troops and Troy. ODE IX. ToTHALIARCHUS. Addreffed A?NATHAN RUMSEY, Efq. A. B. cf Maryland* BEHOLD, oppreft with heaps of fnow, Soracte (hews his tow'ring height ; The laboring trees, rang'd far below, Can fcarce fuftain their fhining weight : The ftreams in icy chains arc bound, And tofs'd with raging ftorms, the feas refound. Difpel the cold with chearful fire, And tap, my friend the fartheft cafk The drooping foul with wine infpire, And drown all forrows in a flaik. No more at cares of life repine, But leave events to fate and pow'r divine;, The cyprefs on the mountain brow, The winds that o'er the ocean fwecp, The bellowing tempefts ceafe to blow, And peaceful reds the furging deep : Quiet remains the filent grove, And all confefs the providence of Jove. To-morrov/s coming cares difdain, And freely ule the prefent hour ! The Joys we've known are certain gain, We'll tafte the pleafures in our power : Let drink and dance, and mirth confume Our days, while health invites and youth's in bloom. From I 4 ODES OP HORACE. BOOK I. From park to play, we joys purfuc, And blefs the evening's happy fhade ; To love and affignation true, With vig'rous youth we prefs the maid : Unchecked by impotence or age, In foft intrigues and gallantries engage. The fportive lafs, pretending fhame, Within the Covert veils her face -, A titt'ring laugh, reveals her flame, And courts you to the fecret place ; Fly to her arms, an haven of blifs, Steal from the half-coy maid a ring, or fnatch a kifs. 1779 ODEX. HYMN TO MERCURY. AddreJJed to the fame. FROM Atlas fprung, facetious God ! Our great forefathers, fierce and rude, With eloquence and manly arts, You taught and humaniz'd their hearts. I fing thee aid-de-camp of Jove, And plenipo' to gods above : Inventor of the foft guitar, Expert to fteal, and difappear. You, when a child, with craft convey'd Apollo's ftears, -the God betray'd, Swore ample vengeance, while he fpoke, His quiver gone, laugh'd at the joke. Through fierce Attrides* camp with thee, Old Priam pals'd from danger free : Nor BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. Nor foes of Troy, his fteps retard, Untouched he brav'd Pelidef guard. Thou lead'ft to blifs the happy ghofts, And with thy golden rod- -the hofts Of airy beings, to their laft abodes. Fav'rite of Heaven and all th' infernal Gods Coll. Philadelphia, 1769. O D E XL To L E U C O N O E. not to know what fatal end, My dear Luconoe 9 The righteous Gods to you may fend, Or what will hap' to me ! Nor with deceiving foothfayers confult, Or ftrive to fathom fate's myfterious refult. Whether more winters yet in ftore Be thine, or this thy lift "Which breaks the billows on the fhore, And rends them with each blaft. Be wife, drink free, and give a loofeto joy, Nor let protracted hopes of life your thoughts employ. E'en whilft ws fpeak th' inviduous moments fly, This day the fates may grant, the next deny. New-Caftle. 1771. H ODE $ A moft elegant imitation of tais ode may be fen among the poetical works of the late Lord Harvey. ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XII. PARAPHRASED. AddreJJed to the illujlrious order of tie CINCINNATI. I. \T7HAT Deity employs the Mufe's lore ? * * What man or hero fills this ample round ? Whofe name fhall fportive echo's voice refound Along the Delaware's loud-founding fhore ? Or to the banks of MtJ/lffippi' 's flood ; Or defart dlleganys hoftile wave ; Or, where St. Lawrence' lake-fwoln torrents lave, The earth yet crimfon'd with Columbia's blood. ' fwas there trepan'd by Britljh arts, Montgomery drew his lateft breath \ 'Twas there, transfixed, a thoufand hearts, The fons of freedom bow'd to naught, but death. Faft by his fide on Abr'ams plain, Macpbcrfon, gallant youth, was ilain ; While the grim battle rag'd from fhore to fhore, And head-long Montmorenci heard the- roar. a. Nor wings the Mufe o'er Schuylkill's oozy bed, Soft, rural fcenes, by nature amply blcft f ] Whofe banks with gayeft verdure dreft, }- Invite the wearied Iwain to reft : - While zephyrs fhcd Their airy fragrance o'er his head. 3- The mighty theme deferves applaufe I Begin, celeftial maid, attune each firing, In facredhallalujahs fing The glorious attributes ofHe^v'n's high king ; From whofe fole nod, eternal beings ipring : The great) the good t omnipotent^r/? caufe. BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 17 4- And what can more adorn the poet's lays ; What more deferve the tribute of his praife Than fov'reign Jove ? Who rules, fupremely rules the realms above ; Antient of days ! 5- Then, what more great, than greatnefs felf can be ?! The blefTed S&n and Holy Gho/? 9 to thee Are join'd in everlafting unity. Who, then or blifs, or pow'r the rnoft, In Heav'n's high dome maintains ? Nor Father, Son, or Holy Ghofl : This mighty one in three, This ever glorious Trinity. An equal rule fuftains. 6. And next to thee, Redeemer of mankind i In war, as Judatfs lion, deadly fierce ; Accept the offering of my humble verfe, And, may it, as my foul, a fandtton find. When lightnings glance from Heav'n's high fphere, And pealing thunders fpeak thee, near ; When earthquakes fhake the folid frame. When defolating whirlwinds roar , When deep volcanos vomit flame : Struck with thy glory, pale with death-like fear, We fall before thee, tremble and adore. 7- And fuch thy puhTance Holy EJfcnce y too ! fuch clread events, th*y rnightinefs purfue ! From Heav'n's bright citadels on high, On wings of rapid ftorms you fly : Or, if thou lift, will bid the wind, To earth's dark caverns be confm'd s Thou 18 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. Thou bidft old ocean rage no more, Nor dafh his billows on the trembling fhore : The winds obey, the tempefts ceafe, And troubled nature is again at peace. 8. Dread cadence ! what vain mortal can, ") Or bard prefumptious, fcan, Concatenation vaft --'twixt God and man ? j Too low, alas ' my fong ! Th' afpiring Mufe, alas ! too weak Thy praife to fpeak, And in my notes, thy glories to prolong. 9- Let fons of learning, patriots, kings, And heroes of immortal name, To grace my fong appear ; Whofe virtues, to refounding fame, For ages fhall be dear. And thus the Mule, untutor'd, fings ! 10. Loutj, all hail ! adorn my lays f Protestor of the human race ! Antoniettds countlefs charms, Shall fill with rich reward her fov'reign's arms. See PruJJtus monarch, worn with age, Now tott'ring on life's utmoft ftage ; Fatigu'd with fame, impatient to be gone, And leave the world to glorious Bourbon. I i. Next Warren^ would I chaunt your name ; But dirges fad, embitter ev'ry tone : On Charleftown's heights, you fnatch'd the wreath of And 'mid its blazing ruins, met your own. (fame Gardener was there and with you vied, But in the noble conflict died. 12 Here, BOOK I. ODDS OF HORACE. 19 Here ftops the Mufe, as doubtful whom to fing, A virtuous Congrefs, or a tyrant King. Randolph and Hancock's worth my lays engage, Who nobly check'd the Britifh Tarquin's rage : While chains and gaols in vain controul The patriotic Lovel's foul ; Now loos'd from his fetters, reftor'd to our realm, He fhines in our councils, and fits at the helm. 13- Thy fate, O Mercer \ claims a tear ; The fall of Najb and Harkimsr : De Kalby rtili foremoft in the ftrife ! Pulajkiy prodigal of life ! Crimfon'd with wounds, untaught to yield, Dies, 'mid the carnage of Savanna s field. 14. Next, fing my Mufe, that brave commander, Stirling^ Csefaria's Alexander \ Expert in arms, he led the battle, Foremoft, where thund'ring cannons rattle. 'Till worn with age, with warfare tir'd, In peace the vet'ran chief expired. '5- Rough hardfhips brought a Morgan forth, Unus'd to eafe, a foe to floth : With hair undrefs'd he through the wood, 1 The tawny band purfu'd; And flew thofe Indian fiends inur'd to blood, j When on our fhores the lion roar'd, The Britifli favage felt his vengeful fword; Firft humbly crouch 'd } then left the plain, To Morgan, Victory, and Wayne. 1 6. Like to a youthful tree unfeen, That grows infenfibly, and to the eye, Its fpreading fhoots difplays on high, Such is illuftrious Greene* Whilft, 2o ODES OF HORACE BOOK I. While, as the filver queen of night, Superior to each feebler light ; Radiantly beaming from afar, Refplendent {bines VIRGINIA'S ftar. '7- Sun, moon and (tars fliall honor as they run, O Cmcinnatus ! thy diftinguifh'd fon : While all thy votaries from age to age, Will praife the hero and admire the fage. 18. Almighty parent, guardian of our race, Smile on our councils, with benignant face ; Next to thy own, O let our empire rife The greateft, beft, beneath thy vaulted fkies. Whether the Briton, warlike in the field, Or treacherous Indian to our prowefs yield ; Beneath thy arm, O let us fway, ! And mighty nations willingly obey. Thou on thy azure throne of light Shall finful mortals' fouls affright ; Around thy vengeful bolts be hurl'd, While thy dread chariot fhakes a gurlty world ! C$X$DC^^ And bind our ibuls, in links of love, j ODE XIV. To THE COMMONWEALTH. AN ALLEGORY. AND lhall the waves, unhappy bark, once more, Drive thee at difbnce, from the friendly fhore! With prudence in the port remain, And never truft the feas again. Thy 22 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. Thy naked fides expos'd to ev'ry blaft, Yield to the preflure of the fpringing maft ; With furious billows overborne, Thy yards are bent and rigging gone. Thy fhatter'd hull can never more fuftain, Conflicting tempefts, 011 the raging main ; Where are thy Gods to guard from harm, When undulating ftorms alarm ? What will avail thy antient fplendid line, What though the daughter of a pontic pine ! The frighted tar, when winds arife, No more on painted ftern relies. Safe moor'd in port, fecurity you find, Then truft, ah ! truft not, the inconftant wind, Unlook'd for, will the tempeft fweep, Thy rifing glories to the deep. O ! once my fole, anxiety and care, And now my only hope, my only fear ! Avoid thofe glitt'ring ifies that {hew, Amid the Archipelago. Philadelphia, 1774. ODE XV. THE PROPHECY OF NEREUS. Piclurefquc of the /ife, a&ions, and death, of tie late JB riti/h General F R A z I E R . W^ HEN Ida's faithlefs fliepherd bore, Fair Helen to the phrygian fhore ; Hufh'd were the winds at Nereus' will, That he Troy's haplefs fate might tell. Alas! BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 'Alas ! fhall Prianis antient fway. Have caufe to mourn that lucklefs day ; When Greece deep leagued appears in arms, To fnatch Hellena from your arms ! What toils both man and horfe endure, What flaughter ftains the Dardan fhore I Pallas, her ihield, her helm and car, With vengeful rage prepares for war. In vain you truft to Venus' care, And gaily comb your flowing hair : Th' inglorious lyre you ftrike in vain, To pleafe by turns each female train. In vain the Cretan dart you fly, Unfriendly to your bridal joy, And war's alarms, with fafety view, Or Ajax eager to purfue. But foon, alas ! a fate more juft, Shall fmear thy wanton locks in duft. Ulyjfes fee, thy nation's bane, And Neflor warlike veteran ! See mighty Teucer too appears, And Sthenelus y well fkill'd in wars ! Who, when there's need, can drive amain, The fiery courfers o'er the plain, Fierce Merlon too (hall give thee pain. Tydides fee, with vengeful ire, More warlike than his martial fire, Furious, thy forfeit blood require ! As in the vale the grazing deer, Sees with affright the wolf appear ; With lofty head he bounds away, Kor heeds his vegetable prey : Thus you (hall fly, nor heed the vows, You fondly made your ravifh'd fpoufe. Achilles' wrath, with kind delay, A while protracts the fatal day ; " Troy nine long years fhall prop her finking {late, The tenth fubdues her, and Ihe ftoops to fate." Dover, 1779. I 24 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XVI. To T Y N D A R I S. PARAPHRASED. Addre/ed to Miff P. M . Archilocum proprio rabies armavit lambo. ARS. POETICA. V. 79. O! Fairer than thy mother fair ! For once, thy juft invectives fpare, And hear my true repentance : The curs'd lampoon that wounds thy fame, Conlign to Delaware^ or flame, Deftroy it ev'ry fentence. Not all the mighty pow'r of wine, Nor infpiration from its flirine, The paffions more controul, Than rage ; nor drums that found to war, Or bayonet rix'd, or hoftile fpear, As rage, convulfe the foul. The face of danger near alarms, It dreads nor flame, nor foe, nor arms Though of Hungarian niake ; The fhip-devouring fea defies, Nor vengeance thund'ring in the ikies, Its fell intent can {hake. Prometheus, whilome, poets fay, A human body form'd of clay, And to compleatj, the work ; - With brutal paflions fill'd the mind, To lion's favage wrath was join'd, The malice of a Turk. 'Twas rage that caus'd this fatal ftrifc ; 'Twas rage that fought the poet's life, And BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 25 And fpurn'd him to the ground : 'Twas vengeance then in furious mood, That madly fpilt thy brother's blood ; Thy poet gave the wound. From rage, deftrufrion owes its rife, And cities tow'ring to the Ikies, Their final overthrow : The haughty foes, with fury raze The ruin'd walls, and o'er the place, Drag the infulting plough. Supprefs thy wrath then, lovely maid ! 'Twas youthful frenzy me betray'd, In damn'd farcaftic {train ; To ftigmatize thy fpotlefs fame, To brand with infamy thy name, And wound thy foul with pain. A convert now, to truth and you, Thy numerous praifes I renew, With heart-felt fympathy : Thofe flanders were the worit of lies ! Do not, Miranda, then defpife, Or curie me when I die. 1774. ODE XVII. To T Y N D A R I S. AddreJJed to the fame. RISK Pan, from gay Lycaean groves, To fweet Lucretile removes ; And guards my Hock from fcorching heat, And winds with heavy ihow'rs replete. Secure 16 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. Secure from harm, they limply ftray, Through woods and lawns, or nip the fpray -, Or crop the grafs and flow'ry thyme, And rob the fields of all their prime. Whene'er Pan tunes his jocund lays, The vales repeating as he plays ; Uftica's eafy hills around : Returning back the trembPing found : The fportive kids frifk o'er the lawn, Nor fear the wolf at night or dawn ; They mock the fox and mottled Inake, That balks amid the funny brake. Pleas'd with my fong and pious prayer, The gods receive me to their care. Hence plenty fills my crouded dilh 5 Indulgent, crowning every wilh. Here in the valley's cool retreat, We'll Ihun the noxious dog-day heat : While you fhall fing the rival flame, Of Circe and the Ithican dame. There, where no fcorching fun fhall Ihinc, We'll fip the harmlefs Lelbian wine : While loving ftill and all defire, We'll laugh at jealous Cyrus'' ire. Nor fhall his rude, immodeft fift, Approach you, feeble to refill : Nor like a brute, your garments tear, Or fnatch the garland from your hair. ODE BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 27 ^:^:gS^ ODE XVIII. To V A R U S. Addreffed to Col. JAMES REID, of the Congrefs' Regiment. LET me dear Varus, urge thy wife defign, To culture firft, the confecrated vine ; Catilus' walls thy vineyards fpread around, Or range them o'er the Tibur's fertile ground. The God a remedy for grief prepares, Drink deep, and drown all melancholy cares. No joys the wretch abftemious ever knows, Sorrows are hufh'd when gen'rous liquor flows. Who thinks of war, while pa fling round the bowl ? The beggar drinks, 'tis wine expands his foul. Then father Bacchus, fill the fparkling glafs, And give me Venus, a complying lafs : But lean: we fhould offend the Deity, The beaftly centaurs and the Lapithse Should warn us from excefs : the Thracians too, "When fill'd with wine, each horrid crime purfue : Of vice and virtue no diftindtion know, Prepar'd to Slaughter, either friend or foe. Candid Eeffareus^ guardian of the vine ! I never will profane thy hallow'd flirine : Nor lhall thy facred myfteries betray, Which hid beneath thy fhady honors lay. Then ftop the timbrel, and the horn's alarms, Whofe found each Bacchanalian bofom warms ; And blind felf-love, by vanity mifled, Which lifts on high its unefTential head : With glory falfe, and prodigal of heart, That like tranfparent glafs, all fecrets will impart. Head Quarters, Clove, 1777. ODE 28 ODES OF HORACE. ROOK I. ODE XIX. To G L Y C E R A, Imitated Addreffed to M N . THE wanton God of foft defire, Inflames my heart with am'rous fire, And warms me into love : I now am doom'd to wear its chains, Its anxious doubts, its plealing pains, Its ev'ry folly prove. / Maria fills my ravifh'd breaft, With her alone my foul's pofTeft, To ev'ry foible blind : In her e'en impudence can pleafe, 'Tis artlefs nature graceful eafe, And gaiety of mind. So much of common fenfe bereft, What little reafon flill is left, But only guides to err : Each prudent thought neglected lies, I think that they alone are wife Who teach, not to defer. Who teach that nature's ho n eft voice, Will lead each free, unbias'd choice, To what is truely btft ; That in your dull phlegmatic fouls, No gen'rous rapture e'er controuls, Or warms the gloomy breaft. ODE XX. To M E C M N A S. Addrefled to General M I F F L I N . r T" 1 HE Sabine's humble juice, my lord * Awaits you at my homely board. In BOOK I. ODES ot HORACE. 29 In Grecian cafks, 'twas ftor'd away, To mark the plaudits of that day, Which all the theatre begun, And o'er thy native Tibur rung : The fliouts with fportive echo ran, Refounded from mount Vatican. 'Tis yours to quaff Calemian juice, Rich Csecuban your vaults produce 5 But my poor goblets never thine, With Formian, or Falernian wine. Arundel, 9 October,' 1778. *ODE XXII. ToARISTIUS FUSCUS. Addrep d to the Hon Col. SAMUEL WYLLIS, of Hart ford 'y Connecticut. AM AN, dear Fufcus, free from ftrife, Of morcils pure, and upright life, Needs not th' envenom'd Moorifh dart, To guard his juft, his honeft heart. Whether he purpofes to go Through Lybian defeats, Sythean fhow, To fcand mount Taurus' rugged fide, Or ftem th' Hydafpes fabled tide. For while I rov'd, and fung my fair, In fabine woods, unvex'd with care, I met a wolf, who much alann"d, Affrighted ned me, though unarmed. Such Daunian forefts never bred Beneath their wide extenfive fhadc ; Nor fuch did Mauritania e'er (The fultry nurfe of lions) bear. O wing , * Tor the aift Ode, vide the Secular Poem, 30 ODES OF HOR.ACE. BOOK I. O wing me to the frigid zone, "Where the kind fun fcarce ever fhone ! Where fogs, unwholefome air, and fnow Abound, and trees forget to grow : Or into torrid lands too near "j The rays of Phoebus' fcorching car, \. Where neither houfe or cot appear : J Yet La/age my hope (till feeks, Who fweetly fmiles and fweetly fpeaks. 1772. ODE XXIII. To CHLOE. YOU fly me Chloe, like a fawn, That, through fome dark, fequefter'd lawn, Its timid mother feeks in wild defpair, And dreads the rufl'ling bufh, and murm'ring air. She trembles both at heart and knees, If chance the vernal zephyrs breeze ; Or gentle blafts the verdant foliage ihake, Or a green lizard ftir th' adjacent brake. Not as a tygnefs, or a bear, Do I purfue, Thy flefli to tear : Therefore thy mother quit, now ripe to prove, The joys of wedlock and a hufband's love. '779- DDK BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 31 ODE XXIV. ELEGY to VIRGIL on the DEATH *f QUINCTILIUS. WHY ftiould we blufli to drop the foothing tear; When ceafe to mourn our dear departed friend ? Thou Mufe of forrow, hear my plaintive prayer, And all thy foft, poetic influence lend. O ! when (hall modcfty and juftice find, Or naked verity, unfpotted maid ! Did fteady faith e'er lofe a friend fo kind, As he who fieeping in the duft is laid ? Thus fell the virtuous man, to rife no more $ Why weep'ft thou Maro ? yet thou'ft caufe to mourn! In vain we fupplicate, in vain deplore, In vain we call him from the peaceful urn ! What, though more fkilPd in mufic's foft'ning lore, Than he, whofe ftrains mov'd things inanimate j Weak are thofe gifts, nor can thy powers reft ore, The glowing cheek, or wake the vital heat. When once the ghoft-compelling fon of Jove, With hand remorfelefs, waves his ebon rod : Patience ihould teach us fortitude and love, And meek fubmiffion to the will of God. Camp, at Middle Brook, 1777. ODE 32 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I, ODE XXV. To LYDIA. Addreffedto an Old Maid ', well known in the Beau- Monde t THE wanton bucks, your former pefts, Your windows feldom now moleft j Nor with refounding blows, Do rob you of repofc, But, let you, free from noife, enjoy your reft. Your door that pliantly could rove, Its threfhold now begins to love ; You hear ftill lefs and lefs, Your lover's fond addrefs, " Cannot my dying groans fair Lydia move." Now you are old 'twill be your turn, The infolence of rakes to mourn ; In fome dark, lonefome vale, Neglefted, fcorn'd, and ftale, While Hiperborean blafts your forrows fpurii. "When furious luft and fierce defire, Such luft as fet the mares on fire, Shall rage with cruel fmart, Around thy letch'rous heart, With fway ungoveru'd, unrelenting ire. Yet curfe away, the am'rous beaus, Prefer each tender plant that grows : While iaplefs leaves like thee, They fcatter far away, Where icy Hebrus* ftream fequefter d flows. 1770. ODE I BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 33 ODE XXVI. To HIS MUSE. Addrejjedto JOHN PRINGLE, Ef quire, A: /?. South" Carolina. I Love the mufes from my foul, And to the deep I waft my care ; Indifferent who rules the pole, Or if a King can feel defpair. Thou Pimplean Mufe ! thou tuneful maid ! Who loves the grove, the verdant mead 5 Rob of its flowers the bright cafcade, And weave a crown for Lamia s head. Without thy aid my fame decays, Then join with me, ye iifter choir ! Attune your harps to Lamia's praife, To Lamia's glory ftrike the lyre. '777- ODE XXVII. To HIS COMPANIONS. Addrejfed to R S y, EJ "quire. TO quarrel o'er your cups, my friends, Is barbarous and rude ; For Bacchus thefe for mirth intends, And not to ftain with blood. Who would the grape's mellifluous juice, With favage war compare ? Then with your noiie, my lads a truce, And keep each friend his chair. IF 34 ODES OF HORACE, BOOK I. If you would have me tafte your wines, Let yon fair youth' impart, The lovely nymph for whom he pines, Who rules his fubjeft heart. No more I'll drink, unlefs lie now, Reveals the lovely dame : If Ihe be worthy of his vow, He need not blufh to name. Whifper fecurely in my ear. Is Ihe the jilt you love ? A kinder nymph deferves thy care, But {he thy fate will prove. Not e'en Pegafus y winged horfe, Nor ftrong Theflalian charms, Can from the Syren's bofom force, Or free you from this dread Chimera's arms, Arundel 1779- ODE XXV1IL A SAILOR and tie GHOST of ARCHYTAS. dddreffedto Brigadier-General Iff ILL. IRVINE. SAILOR. UNCOVER'D lies, near the Matinian fhore, Thy mould'ring corfe, poor^rthytas whofemind Could earth and ocean with a thought explore, And meafure by thy art the countlefs fand. Then, what avails thee, fince ordain'd to die, With fearching lore, and penetrating foul, To note the ftars, or fcand the ipacious fky, And fpread thy circling view from pole to pole. GHOST* BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 35 GHOST. The fire of Ptlops, who the gods regal'd And old Tithonus to the {hades are gone t Minos, alas, is dead ! though much bewail'd, To whom the fecrets of great Jove were known. SAILOR. The. fage Pythagoras', though once reborn, With fliield retaken from the facred fane, To prove, in Trojan wars, thofe arms were worn, Now finks to Pluto's gloomy realms again : Who boafted, that to death's infatiate rage, Nought but his ikin and feeble nerves were giv'a. GHOST. And well thou know'ft he was a learned fage, Deep-lor'd in all the myfteries of Heav'n. One difmal night, alas ! awaits us all, The path of death muft once be traversM o'er ; Slain by the furies, fee the foldiers fall, While greedy mariners beftrew the fhore. The dirge funereal faddens all the way ; The beardlefs {tripling and the hoary fage Crowd to the blazing pile ! the grave, the gay, Muft bow to Proferpine's relcntlefs rage. Whelm'd in th' Illyrean wave, by fates, hard-doom' J To yield my fpirit to the ruthlefs ftorm : Then gentle failor fee my corfe inhum'd, With fleeting fands my burial rites perform. So may thy vefTel J fcape the feas and wind, And the tall woods alone the tempeft fhare j May Jove and Neptune to thy hopes be kind, And growing wealth reward thy honeft care. If 2 6 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. If you neglect, tliy harmlefs heirs fliall mourn, Their parent's crimes, and weep them o'er and o'er; ) When thou art dead, expos'd without an urn, A wand'ring fpirit on the Stygian fhore. From Heav'n's high wrath, no charms thy life fliall favc, Nor votive prayer its vengeance can allay : Firft lay me kindly in a peaceful grave, Then fpread the canvafs and purfue thy way. C&C$DC$0^^ ODE XXIX. To I C C I U S. j4ddrefled to Jo H N WILCOCKS, Efq. late of the Britifo Army. ARABIA'S happy wealth invites, And warlike fpoil your foul delights ; 'Gainft Medes and Perfians fierce in war, Sore galling fetters you prepare. What wives to your defines fliall yield, Whofe murder'dhufbands ftrew the field ? What captive youth fhall grace thy ftate > And with the flowing goblet wait ? With braided locks and perfum'd hair, And taught to wield his native fpear ; The Parthian bow to twang with art, And aim the fatal miflive dart. That f The antients were of opinion, that the ghoft of a dead body, which lay unburied, wandered an hundred years on the banks of Styx, before it could be received into a ftate of reft. Thus fays fays Virgil: . the expeding crowd Of fouls you fee along the infernal flood, Want funeral rites above, where fudden ends Havefn'atch'd their bodies from their mourning friends. The body rirft muft funeral rites partake, Before the foul can pafs the Stygean lake. An hundred years thefe tields they wander o'er, That time expir'd they reach the wifh'd for fhore. Lander dah. BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 37 That darning torrents back may flow, And wafh again the mountain brow, I fhould believe ; nor with furprife See Tibur's ftreams reverted rife : When you whofe genius bid fo fair, Forfake the fchools, to follow war : And all thofe books with care procured, You barter for the angry fword. QteSte==^^ OD E' XXX. To VENUS Addrefid to ******* VENUS, queen of dimpled fmiles, Quit, O quit, thy fav'rite ifles ; Thee, fond Glytera Invites, To fweet incenfe, and delights ; Grace with mirth, her votive bow'r, Deck'd with every fragrant flow'r* Bring the glowing boy with thee ; Bring the nymphs and Mercury : With the graces in thy train, Flowing zone, to glad the fwain ; Wit and youth, but ill agree, Charming Venus ! without thee. ODE XXXI. To APOLLO. J C A Y, what gifts (hall I implore, ^ Bending at thy hallow'd fhrine ? When the votive juice I pour, Goblets fill' d with genrous wine : I aft I Mr. Daeler fancies there is fomething particularly noble in the opening f this ode, by fuppofmg that Apollo fpeaks to the poet, and alks him what requeft he has to make to him on thisfolemn occafion. Though Mr. Creech and Mr. Francis have adopted this conftrudion, yet I have thought proper to follow Mr. OUifwcrtb ; with what propriety the learned are at liberty to de termine. 38 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. I afk not ftores of yellow corn, Which fair Sardinia's happy plains adorn: Nor the herds that num'rous graze, O'er Calabria's fcorching fields 5 Or the gems that richly blaze, Wealth that diftant India yields : Nor all the farms that widely lay, Where filent Liris eats its banks away. They to whom kind fates beftow Grounds where fprings the blooming vine ) May with choice Calenian glow ; Let them quaff rich Syrean wine, Who ev'ry foreign land pervade, And fortune crowns with a fuccefsful trade. Let the Gods propitious blefs, And reward the merchant's care ? Let him fafe the ocean pafs, Heaping ftores of wealth each year : No foreign luxury is fo good, As wholefome vegitable food. Give me health bright god of day ! Let my confcience feel no fling ; Shed around thy lucid ray, While the mufe thy praifes fing, Old age with honor let me know, Nor want the joys that mufic can bellow. Camp, at Valley Forge, May 12, 1778. ODE BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. ODE XXXII. To HIS H A R P. Imitated Addrejled to my GERMAN FLU TE. VT7HEN at leifure, carelefs ftraying * * Through the Jawn, or fhady grove ; Songs immortal we are playing, Now begin a ftrain of love. Such as Villiers, Dorfet, Sedley, Bards of am'rous Charles's reign, Oft have play'd in tuneful medley, Fraught with love in merry vein. Wine, they fung, the joy offeamen, Venus, Cupid, and the nine ; Mlra too, the pride of women, Mira, lovely, foft, divine. Pride of Plains and the Mufes ! Grateful to the wife and good ! Each foft note, delight infufes, Kail poetic piece of wood. Dover, 1770. ' * * 4- * * * * * * 4- * 4- * * * * 4- +> 4 * * 4- 4 * * ^ ^ * 4- * ODE XXXIII. To ALBIUS TIBULLUS, Imitated Addrejfid to NATHANRUMSEY, Efq . A I B. PRITHEEIeavc of this whming,friendNathan give o'er And think of the faithlefs young wanton no more, No more in foft verfes, or chanfons complain, Becaufe a briik rival, forfooth gives you pain. Fair Nan of the hill fighs for "Roger the fpark, Vv hi!? Rc?er gallants pretty CMo' through the park ; L But 4 o BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. But fooner {hall wolves with mild lambkins unite, Than Chloe efpoufe fuch a rakehelly wight. Thus wills mighty Venus well pleas'd in a joke, To join fair and ugly, falfe true in one yoke ; Such pleafure refults from our fufPrings, 'tis faid, She laughs at the contraft her folly has made. Though by Stella the faireft of nymphs once belov'd, I fled the dear charmer and wantonly rov'd ; To Maria I pour'd forth the pangs of my mind, Unflable as Billows, inconftant as wind. College of Philadelphia, 1770. ODE XXXIV. To H I M S E L F. A PARAPHRA S J. Addreffed to the Reverend SAMUEL MAGAW, D. D. Vice-Provofl of the Univerfity of Pennfylvania, and Rector of St. Paul's Churchy Philadelphia. AMID a herd of learned fools, I trac'd old Epicurus 9 rules, Through all the mazes of the fchools, And feldom deign'd to pray : But now no more his fchemes prevail, I veer to catch a different gale, And to religion's harbour fail, As reafon points the way. Array'd in all the pomp of war, The god afcends his burning car, Quiver the light'nings from afar, And the big clouds divide. Involved in horrid gloom he flies Impetuous, down the paflive skies, While, round his throne, loud tempefts rife, And fires before him glide. Heav'n BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE. 41 Keav'n fhrinks beneath his rolling wheels, His thunder {hakes th j eternal hills, And the vaft flood her bed reveals, To fhun th' approaching god. E'en the deep vaults of hell below, Where ftreams of endlefs torments flow, Tremble, while horrid light'nings glow Through all the dark abode. Almighty God ! Eternal King ! "Who can thy matchlefs glories fing ? From thee, the fate of nations fpring, And tyrants own thy fway ; Whofe power can pull the mighty down, Exalt the peafant to a throne, And place the deeds of hands unknown, Amid the blaze of day. ODE XXXV. .ToFORTUNE. Addreffed to my Friends. I. O GODDESS, whcfe power andabfolute fway, The fair town of Antium, delights to obey ! Whofe hand from defpair can the fuppliant fave, Or change the gay triumph of joy, to a grave ! 2. To thee, the poor ruftic, who labours the foil, Prefers his petition to profper his toil; The failor who braves the loud ftorm-troubled fea, Thou miftrefs of ocean, bows humbly to thee. 3- The rough, hardy Dacian and Scythian untaught, By Rome's warlike ions are thy aufpices fought ; Mother- 42 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. Mother-queens, cities, nations, thy bleffings implore, And tyrants, with trembling, thy godhead adore. 4- Forbear then, in anger, with ruinous tread, To crufh the bright column, or humble its head ! Nor roufe from fweet peace, the tierce nations to arms, Convulfing the empire, with civil alarms. 5- Before thee neceffity marches in ftate, With wedges and nails, the dire emblems of fate j Aloft, in her hand is each torture dilplay'd j The hook fore-tormenting, and hot-molten lead. O^' 6'. Kind friendfhip and hope, in white robes flill remain, Attend on thy glories, and add to thy train ; Though angry you change the bright garb of yourflate, And fly, in mean garments, the courts of the great. 7- The bafe needy vulgar, and falfe-fwearing whore, "Will flight the cold fricndfhip of him that is noor s When poverty threats will ungratefully fly Whofe coffers are empty, and casks all are dry. 8. On Czfar's brave arms, O! propitioufly fmile, Now forcing his march to Britannia s far ifle ; Preferve our young foldiers, and may they fucceed, Spread terror through Afla, and humble the Mede ! 9; What flaughters and murder our bodies diftain; See brother, by brother, inhumanly flain ! What altar, or fhrine, has ekap'd from the rage Of faction and crimes, in this curs'd iron age ? Then BOOK I. ODES OF HOPxACE. 43 10. Then brighten, O goddefs ! our weapons once more, Befmeaid with rank murder and citizen's gore, Let our fwords beunfheath'd 'gainft the foes of the ftate, The vagabond Arab, and treacherous Gete. Camp. Valley Forge, 1778. ODE XXXVI. To POMPONIUS NUMIDAS. WITH mudc let our offerings rife 5 The gods delight in facrifice ; Let votive blood my altars ftain, To welcome Numidas from Spain. Each friend, his kind embraces proves, Eut Lamia is the friend he loves : They both the fame preceptor knew, To men, from boys, together grew. With a white mark the day fhall iland, And fmiling goblets court the hand ; With wine and mirth and joyous play, We'll dance the fleeting hours away. Fair Damalis the toping lafs, Shall ceafe to drain the brimming glafs. To grace the banquet rofes bring, -^ The fhort-liv'd lilly, child of fpring, And fragrant parfley, ever green. J On Damalis the hero's prize, The guefls all fix their wanton eyes j But (he, to her new lover true, Like ivy twines, and flicks like glue. ODE 44 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XXXVII. To HIS COMPANIONS. Addrefjed to Colonel THOMAS PROCTER, Efq. High Sheriff of Philadelphia. CROWN, crown the bowl, and let the ground, With freedom's joyful dance refound : Now heap the board, where gods regale, 'Till art and nature's ftores ihallfail. 'Twas impious jollity before ; To draw the cellar's mellow {lore 5 While Cleopatra doom'd to fate, The Roman capitol and flate. Surrounded with a train obfcene, And wild with fierce defires, the queen In hope, to boundlefs fway afpir'd ; By ftrange. fuccefs to madnefs fir'd. But the proud fleet diHolv'd in flame, Humbled th' ambition of the dame ; And Cce/ar's terrors ihook her foul, E'en while fhe quaff'd th' Egyptian bowl. Swift hepuifu'd with laboring oar, Her flight from fair Italia's ihore : Swift as the hawk the dove can chafe, Sure as the hound's perfifting pace. Fain would his conq'ring arms have bound The fatal peft, in fetters round ! But fhe on nobler ruin bent, Prevents his kind, his great intent. With BOOK I. ODES or HORACE. 45 With pride beyond a woman's boaft, She fcorns our fword and diftont coaft : In her wing'd galley fcorns to fly, And dares, what ethers dread, to die. Serene {lie fees her lonely dome : And deep V embibe th' invenom'd foam, With rafti, unfhaken courage grafps, And goads to rage, the pois'nous afps. The fwifteft death her pride demands, That hates the tyrant victor's bands ! Which elfe a flave, the public fcorn, Had drag'd a queen, to empire born. JODE XXXVIII. To HIS BOY. Addreffed to my 'waiter JABEZ TRAPP, afoldier. FR.OM eaftern pomp I turn my eyes, Wreaths, perfumes and pomp defpife ; Then be not anxious boy, to chufe The lovely pink, or blufhing rcfe, That vent'rous out of feafon blows. While foftly I at eafe recline, Stretch'd beneath a fhady vine, With myrtle garlands deck my brows; Our pleafure no abatement knows, Bring forth the flafk while I caroufe. ODE Imitated by the celebrated Mr. Ou I N. I nate French cooks, but love their wine, On fricafees I fcorn to dine, And bad's the beft ragout j Let me have Claret at my will, Let me oi Turtle eat my fill, In one large mighty ftew. A napkin let my temples bind, In night-gown free, andunconfin'J, And undifturb'd by women All boons in one, I aficcffate, Behind the Cbange to eat my weig&t, And drink enough fo fwirn in. x)6 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XXXIX. To JULIUS FLORUS. . OV^ autumn comes, the bending vine, With rip'ning grapes in clutters fliine : And winter rough with locks of hoar, Shall clofe the fcene, when that is o'er. The willing nymphs, you now may teaze, Who fhun you with a tardy pace 5 You kifs the captives as you pleafe, While each aiTumes an angry face. In jovial fongs the day ihould pafs, With genrous wine now fill the glafs - y And Florus too when mirth invites, Enjoy the night in foft delights. See how the northern breezes play, And bufy cares drive far away ! The man, whofe bofom knows not fear, Preferves a temper firm and free ; Whether the hour of death is near, Or many years far diftant be. Sept. 1 8, 1781. ODE * Carmen 39. Ad^ulium Florum" Difcolor grandem gravat uva ramum ; Inftat autumnus, glacialis anno Mox hyems volvente aderat, Capillis Horrida canis. Jam licet nymphas trepide fugaces Infequi, lento pede detinendas Et labris captse, fimulantis iram, Ofcula figi. Jam licet vino, madidos vetufto De die laetum recitare carmen ; Flore, fi tedes hilarem licebit Sumere noftem. Jam vide curas, Aquilone fparfas ! Mens vjri fnrtis fibi conftat, utrum Serius Lethi, citiufve triftis Advolathora. BOOK I. ODES OF HOP.ACE. 47 ODE XL. To HIS BOO K. NO friend perhaps among the hoft, Who fondly my acquaintance boaft, To Horace' felf is half fo dear, As thou, my book, my darling care ! Say faithful creature, kind and true, What wilt thou for thy matter do ? Who, for each noble theme purfu'd, Deferves thy love, thy gratitude. Too cautious grown, you dread the frown, And (hrink before this mighty town. But laugh at envy's jaundic'd eye, On Roman candour, firm rely ! Deject each vain, each idle fear, And boldly to the world appear. For thee, did great duguJJus quell The rage of critic's, fiends of hell ! To whom, as Jove a fane ihall rife, And waft his glory to the Ikies : Some future bard in epic fong, Auguflui lafting praifes {hall prolong, Carmen 4.0. Ad Librum ftc:iK. Dulci Libello Nemo fodalium Forfan ineoram charior extitit: D<; te merenti quid fldelis Officium domino rependes ? Te Romacautum tevritat ardua ! Depone vanos invidi.e metus ; Urbif^ue, fldens dignitati, Fer plateas animofus aude. En! quo turtntcs Eumenidum choros Disjecit almo fulmine Jupiter ! lluic araitabit, f '.nv.i cantu Pcrpetuo celebranda cvefcet. Chin tarn unicam hanc libri certe vetuftiffimi in Biblir.tlieca palatina re- pertam jicairatiifime tranlcripti, Verbum de Verbo, et i.iteram de Litera. M 4 BOOK I. ODES OF HORACE: Chartam ipfam in Archivis tutiffime reconditi ; Tranfcriptionem tibi amorii, ergo committo. Clarifiime apparet e Titulis fuperne paginae Notis, aliilque. Indiciis laceratam exerptamque ex aliqua Editione Horatiana olim fuifle, et forfitan prima, quando nufquam alibi vel antea has Odas in memoriam revocaffe poffum. Mecum ergo literates omnes gratulari videbitur, recuperatis hiseligantifli- mis Carminibus horatlanh. Vale et fruere. Gafper Palavicini Palat: Bibl : Sub Libr* End of the Fir/I Book. RION, . A .R I O N, O R T H E FORCE OF LYRIC HARMONY. .AN O D E. PART II. I. 9UEEN of each facred found, fweet child of air, Who fitting thron'd upon the vaulted Iky, catch the notes that undulating fly, Oft wafted up to thy exalted fphere, On the foft bofom of each rolling cloud, Charming thy lift'ning ear With drains that bid the panting lover die; Or laughing mirth or tender grief infpire, Or with full chorus loud, ' Which lift our holy hope, or fan the hero's fire: Enchanting harmony, 'tis thine to chear The foul by woe which finks oppreft, From forrow's eye to wipe the tear, And on the bleeding wound to pour the balmy reft, II. 'Twas when the feas were roaring loud, And ocean iwell'd his billows high, By favage hand condemn'd to die, Rais'd on the ftem the trembling Lefbian flood > All pale he heard the temped blow. As en the wat'ry grave below H? 5 He fix'd his weeping eye. Ah ! hateful Juft of impious gold, What can thy mighty rage withhold, Deaf to the melting powers of harmony ! But 'ere the bard unpitied dies, Again his foothingart he tries, Again he fweeps the firings, Slowly fad the notes arife, While thus in plaintive founds the fweet mufician fmgs. III. From beneath the coral cave Circled with the filver wave, Wherewith wreaths of Emerald crown'd Ye lead the feftive dance around, Daughters of Venus* hear and fave. Ye Tritons, hear, whofeblafts can fwell With mighty founds thetwifted (hell; And you, yejijler Syrens, hear, Ever beauteous, ever fweet, Who lull'd thelift'ning pilot's ear With magic fong, and foftly breath'd deceit. By all the gods who fubject roll From guiliing urns their tribute to the main. By him who bids the winds to roar, By him whofe trident fhakes the ihore. If e'er for you I raife the facred drain When pious mariners your power adore, Daughters of Ner/us, hear and fave. IV. He fung, and from the coral cave, Circled with the filver wave, With pitying ear The 'Nereids hear. Gently the waters flowing, The winds now ceas'd their blowing, In filencelift'ning to the tuneful lay. Around the bark's fea-beaten fide, The facred Dolphin play'd, And fportive diith'd the briny tide, The joyous omen foon the bard furvey'd : Nor fear'd with bolder leap to try the wat'ry way* On his fcaly back now riding, O'er the curling billows gliding, Again with bold triumphant hand, He bad the notes afpire, Again tojoyattun'd the lyre, Forgot each danger pad andreach'd fecurethe land. THE THE SECOND BOOK O F H O R A C E's ODES, ABDRESSED to the Honorable MAJOR GENERAL THOMAS MIFFLIN, //. M. SPEAKER of the HOUSE of ASSEM BLY of the COMMONWEALTH of PENNSYLVANIA, and late PRESIDENT of CONGRESS. ODE I. To A S I N I U S P O L L I O. Addrepd to tie Hon . CoL S A M u E L W Y L L I S 3 of Hart ford, Connecticut. TO fing in epic tfrain, how bold your mufe, The horrors of a dire inteftine war ! Where firft it fpning, and how its fury rag'd ; What dread events difgrac'd each pafilng year : To what rebellious heights the fenate rofe, What vengeance threats for murders unaton'd ! Well fuits your pen to fuch an arduous theme, But, ah ! beware, left you, too vent'rous tread On faithlefs allies fpread o'er burning coals ! Sufpend a while the tearful tragic vein, To guard the ftate which calls for your fupport: And when your care, your patriotic zeal, The Dxmon faction 5 far from Rome have driv'n; AlTume 52 BOOK II. ODES or HORACE. AfTume the bufkin, wake the tragic mufe, 'Remount the Itage, an-.l paint the .direful fcene ! O thou, who guards defencclefs innocence, Whofe awful voice the Roman few ate rules ; For whom rich conquefts o'er Dalmatia gain'd, Have wreath'd a crown of never-fading bays, Genius fublimc ! chief engine of the war, Above all human praife, thy fame ihall rife ! Methinks I hear the clarion's warlike din, The trumpet's fhrill alarm aflails mine ear ; O'er the wide field the hoftile weapons flafh, While in the duft, the flaughter'd foldier lies. Fierce for revenge, the dauntlefs warrior calls, And all fubmit but Cato's haughty foul. Deflruclive Juno^ or fome angry power, Guardian of Afric's drear, unfriendly coaft, Unable to protect her chofen land, Now Ihow'rs deftruclion for her fav'rite town j And in our fons tho' victors flie atones Her conquer'd bands, and pale Jugurtha's fhadc. What land is free from our defpoiling arms ? What fields but boaft the fatt'ning blood of Rome ? Unnumber'd graves and fepulchres record The direful fact ; while milling into thrall, The diftant Mede and Perilan hear the craih, And glory in the ruin of our world. Each river fwells with fanguinary waves, Deep-purpled o'er, with Latian blood it flows. The diftant coafts, the briny gulphs declare The dreadful work of our domeftic fworcls. But ceafe my mufe ! forbear to ling of wars, The theme but ill becomes thy wanton vein ; In pleafure's beaten track purfue thy wav, Nor dare to ftrike the bold heroic lyre. With me again, rcfume the am'rous lay, Rcclin'd beneath fome Grott's fequeftcr'd fhade. Camp, before Boflon, 1775. ODE BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 53 ^^ ODE II. To CRISPUS SALUSTIUS, jfddrej/ed to Col. THOMAS* CHASE, of Bofton. NOR worth or luftre is In gold, Deep hid beneath the ftubborn mould ; Unlefs, my friend, by ufe refine The precious ore, and make it fhine. To future times (hall founding fame, Bear Proculeius' envi'd name, Who, though a brother, yet could prove. The yearning of a parent's love. The man who can his wifhes curb, "Will reign a monarch, more fuperb, Than fhould he Afric join to Spain, And both the Carthages maintain. The Dropfy by indulgence grows, It thirfts, and no abatement knows ; Unlefs you from the veins expel The wat'ry caufe, and all is well. For virtue ranks not with the bleft, Phraates, monarch of the eaft : The common voice, though feeming wife, Can never blind her piercing eyes. Only to him {he gives the throne, The diadem and laurel crown, Who never heaps of gold purfue, Or takes a longing fecond view. New-London, 1776. ODE 54 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. ODE III. To Q^ DEL LI US. ddreffed ta the Hon. Col. SAMUEL \V Y L L I s, of Hart Connecticut. IN adverfe times prefervc, my friend, An even, fleady mind ; Or fhould the fates prove kind, And fortune, more propitious, fend : Let not your heart with too much joy dilate; Remember, we muft all fubmit to fate ! Whether your life in forrow pafs, Or glides in mirth away, In feftive fports and play : Reclin'd at eafe upon the grafs, You drain the liquor from the fparkling bowl, And with Falernian juice expand the foul. Where the white poplar and the pine, Unite their friendly boughs, And kindeft fhades compofe ; While intermingled fprays, together twine : And as the riv'let's ftreams obliquely glide, Seem the rough pebble, as they pafs, to chide : There wine and odours, ointment fpread, And fweeteft roics bring, The fhort-liv'd birth of ipring ; While fprightly youth adorns your head : Now while your mortal thread, the Parcic fpare, And health and fortune blefs you ev'ry year. Your purchased forefts, country feat, Where Tibur's yellow wave, The fplendid villa lave ; My Dellius nmft yield to fate : All LOOK II. ODES OF ,,ACE. All, all the wealth you fondly have amafs'd, Mull to your greedy heir defcend at laft. Though, fprung from Inachus of old, When you are laid in earth, What then avails your birth ? Though you poffefs vaft ftores of gold ; Though from the mean eft of the crowd you fpring, Nought can afluage the dire, infernal king. To death's drear realms we all mud go, Ah ! never to return ! Fate fhakes the mortal urn, That finks us to the {hades below. In Charon' 's boat we all fhall ferry o'er, Ne'er to revifit earth's bright regions more.' Arundel, 1781. ODE IV. To XANTHIUS PHOCEUS. ^ddre/ed to the Honorable S P , Efq. LUSH not, dear friend, nor be afraid; To kifs your blooming fervant maid, Reflects no (name I'll prove : Brifeis, with attractive charms, Drew proud Achilles to her arms, And taught die hero, love. TecmeJJa fir'd her conq'ror's breaft, Great Ajax, beauty's force confeft, And all its tranfports prov'd ; To arms great dgamcmnox bred, Forgets his conqucfts, Hcclor dead, And fair Ctiffandra lov'd. N That 5$ ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. That Phyllis fprang from noble blood, A family both great and good, Perhaps you'll one day find ; Doubt not, {he came of royal race, To you no fcandal or difgrace, And mourns her gods unkind. Don't think her of a fpurious birth ; So great her virtue and her worth, And fo enlarg'd her foul ; Gold fhe contemns as filthy drofs, Sweet virtue's charms alone engrofs, And ev'ry wifli controul. Her arms, her face, her pretty leg, I praife ; fufpect me not 1 beg, Of any fly defign ; I've feen, my friend, full forty years, No more I feel fweet hopes and fears, But love and joy refign. ODE V. To a FRIEND, in love 'with a Green Girl. SEE, thy heifer's untraftable, fkittifh, unbroke, Impatient of labor, unus*d to the yoke ! Nor has the young creature yet power to prove, The weight of the bull, rufhing furious to love. O'er meadows flie frolics, or up the green heath, Now flies from the heat to the river beneath ; With yearlings and calves o'er the landfcape fhe roves, Or wanton reclines in the thick- (hady groves. Then pluck not^the grape ere 'tis fit for your ufc ; Soon autumn fliall paint it, and ripen its juice : For time rolls away, and for ev'ry paft year, It takes from your number, it ftill adds to her. She then, who now flies, while you eager purfue, Will meet your addrefles, and doat upon you. Not BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 56 Not Chloris the fair, or the coy Shall in beauty compare to your dear Lalage. So pure is her bofom, her fhoulders as white As from the night-wave darts the moon's filver light, Or Gygfs the Cretan, fo foft, and fo bright ; Who plac'd among ladies, in female difguife, "Would baffle the fearch, be you ever fo wife : So doubtful his young, girlilh, features appear, So wanton his drefs, and fo carelefs his hair. Head Quarters, Heights of Brandywinc, 1777. ODE VI. To SEPTIMUS, Imitated. Addreffed /0 JOHN PRINGLE, Efq, A. B. Councellor at La%u y South "Carolina. PRINGLE, who with your friend would roam, To climes far from your happier home, Should e'er the fates that Friend detain, In gayer France or graver Spain ; Know all my wifh is to retreat, When age fhall quench my youthful heat, In Kenti/fj {hades fweet peace to find, And leave the fons of care behind. But fhould this pleafing hope be vain, May I fair Tolbert's feat attain, Where Wye's fmooth waters gently glide, And flocks adorn its verdant fide. Sweet groves, I love your filent {hades* Your ruflet lawns, and op'ning glades ^ With Carolina's plains may vie Your fertile fields, and healthful iky. Here, 57 ODES OF HORACE, BOOK II. Here, let our eve of life be fpent ; Here, friend fhall live with friend content, Jiere, in cold earth my limbs be laid, And here, thy gen'rous tear be paid. ex$3cx5^ ODE VII. To POMPEIUS VARUS. DEAR Pompcy oft in battle prov'd, From early youth by Horace lov'd, When we great Brittu; caufe efpous'd! What pow'r reftor'd thee to thy native, home, To Italy, thy houfhold gods and Ptome ? With whom fo oft I've pafs'd the loit'ring hours, Crown'd with the liquid iweets that Syria pours, And chearful in full cups carous'd. With, thee, I faw Philippi's plain, I faw them fly, I law them flain, * And fearful dropt my trembling fhreld : While C#f<2r*s arm, like light'ning flafti'd around., Heroes indignant fell and bit the ground, And purpled 'o'er the hoftile field. But me, amid the clafh of arms, CongeaVd with fear and dread alarms, Half-dead, the friendly Her met found : Wrap'd in the bofom of a circl'ing cloud, He bore me fafe from the conflicting crowd ; While you, fvvept off by war's returning tide, Your angry weapon with frefh {laughter dy'd, And ftrewM new corfes o'er the ground. Now * A fimilar inftance of cowardice is recorded of a celebrated Grecian poet and fatirift, in the war with the Saians. Arcbilocus, to fave his life, threw away his arms, and fied. AriJlopbaneS) made two verfes upon him, on oc- cafion of this adventure ; Plutarch recites thefe verfes and lornethinj more ; *' Rejoice fome Saian, who myfhield may find, Which in fome hedge, unhurt, I left behind. Parewel my fhield, now I myfelf am free, I'll buy another, full as good as thee." BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. $8 Now then to Jove your off'ring pay, Beneath my fhady laurels lay, Reliev'd from cares and martial toil ; This cafk for you I feal'd; then fill the bowl, With wine lethean raife the drooping foul, And pour in ilreams my fragrant oil. Who, pariley weaves, or myrtle bough ? Or who does beauty's queen allow, To govern at our feftal board ? For this day, Horace wholy ihall confign To focial mirth, to friendship and to wine ; In deeped cups will riot it away, As Thracians mad, or drunk at leaft as they, For Yarns to his arms reftor'd. Roxbury Camp, 1775. ODE VIII. To B A R I N E. Mdre/ed to Mifs A, cf N J . IF vengeance from fome angry pow'r, By whom, thou perjur'd fair-one, fwore, Jiad black'd one tooth, or ftain'd a nail, Thy falfehoods might again prevail. Sarine joys to be forfworn, The very gods, {lie holds in fcorn ; Still as fhe's falfe, fhe blooms more fair, Of ail our youths, their only care. She profits by her perjuries, By her dead mother's urn that lies Inhum'd ; by every, pov/'r and lign, By all the rolling ftars that ihine. The 59 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. The JVytJipbsand Venus fmile to fee, And Cupid aids thy perfidy : On bloody whet-ftone, points his darts, To wound for thee, more lovers hearts. Each day new flavcs thy pow'r obey, And riflng children own thy fway ; While they who fwear to break the chain, Yet cannot from thy doors refrain. The careful parent is in fear, Left you enchant the hopeful heir ; And maids juft wed, fufpecl: thy charms, May lure their hufbands from their arms. Camp at New- York, I 776. ODE IX. To V A L G I U S, Imitated Addreffedto tie Hon. JOHN EVANS, Efq. on the Death of his Son* ETERNAL ftorms of driving rain, Not always beat the fedgy plain ; Th' Atlantic ceafes oft to roar ; Nor on Acadias defart Ihore Always appears the flaky fnow ; Loud arctic winds forbear to blow ; The nodding tree-tops ceafe to yield ; Nor ftcew their verdant honors o'er the eld. When blufhing Pkccbus quits the ikies, And murky {hades at eve arife j For young. Oleander's death you mourn, Your lovely boy, your fhort-liv'd fon. Not fo, the Grecian chief, 'tis faid, When years unnumber'd bow'd his head, Eewail'd BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE, lain, I tin. 3 Bewail'd his Ton, in battle flain Nor thus did Priam's race compl; When Troy/us bled upon the plain, Forbear your tears, 'tis childifh grief, Your forrow cannot bring relief. Let nobler thoughts your foul infpire, To tell of ****** illuftrious fire : Of Niagara's founding brake, Rufhing from Erie's mighty lake, Down the rude fteep with hideous roar, Thence by Ontario's wave-worn ihore, To where St. Lawrence' humbler flood, And ****** realms by **** fubdu'd, Extending wide, embrace the pole, Where unknown feas forever roll. Or tell of Indians, fiends of blood, Deep couching in the midnight wood : Thefe be thy themes. New-Gaftle, 1772. ODE X. To LICINIUS MURENA. AddreJJed to JAMES TIL TON, Efquire^ M. D. Dover. TT3E rul'd, dear friend, and learn from me, *-* Not far to dare life's faithlefs fea ; Nor yet, when threat' ning billows roar, To fail too near the dang'rous fliore. Who wifely courts the golden mean, And each extreme alike difdain, Lives free from filth of tatter'd cells And Courts, where envied greatnefs dwells. The {lately pine tree's treach'rous height, Does but more frequent dorms invite ; The <5f ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IL The down fall's great of ftruftures high, And thunder loftieft hills annoy. A well pois'd mind, in either ftate, Or hopes or fears a turn of fate : The felf fame power rough winter brings, And thaws its ice with milder fprings. If things at prefent badly go, Yet fear not 'twill be always fo 5 Sometimes the lyre Apollo plies, And then his bow neglected lies. If fickle fortune proves unkind, Take heart and fhew a fearlefs mind ; If he fends too indulgent gales, Beware and reef your bloated fails. ODE XL ToQUINTIUS HIRPINUS. Addreffed to Col. THOMAS PROCTER, late of the Ar~ tiltery. \ T 7HY fhould my H'trpinus be anxious to know The movement of this, or the other fierce foe ! "What Scythians intend, or Cantabrian pride, Whom Adrias bleak waves at a diftance divide ? Or why (hould you pine with fuch fruitlefs deiires ? Life's wants are but few, and but few it requires. On time's rapid pinions our youth fleets away, And beauty itfelf muft fubmit to decay ; Old age then, will banifh (too truly you'll find) Soft fleep from your eye-lids, and love from your mind. The Spring does not always beftow the fame bloom, Or drefs the fair bloflbm in all its perfume ; Nor does the pale moon fhine with luftre fo bright, As when at the full fhe illumines the night. Then BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 6 i Then ceafe to explore the transactions above, The fecrets of fate, or the fecrets of Jove. Here carclefsly laid on the verdure fupine, Or pleafantly lolling beneath the tall pine ; Our white, hoary heads {hall be crown'dwithfrefh rofes, While Aveet-fmelling efTence in ftreams overflows us. To Bacchus, the full flowing bowl fhall go round, And forrows and care in a bumper be drown'd. What youth (hall our wine's heady fury allay ? Or quench its bright fLame in the brook palling bye ; Say, who from her home the dear wanton ihall bring, Fair Lydt, who ftrikes with fuch mufic the firing ; In loofe airy garments, with trefles of gold, For pleafure array'd like the fpartans of old ? Head-Quarters, Valley Forge, 1778. ODE XII. To M E C J& N A S. Addrejfed to Brigadier-General ,R.iCHARD BUTLER. THE wars af Numantia and Hannibal dire, On land or oil ocean the fighting ; Meccenas ne'er fuited my peaceable lyre, In fubjecls much lofter delighting. You love not of Centaurs embattled to hear, Nor of Giants, a tale of fuch wonder: Who fhook all the Ikies, made Jupiter fear, Till drove by Alcldes and thunder. In profc, my good patron, more nobly you write,, As your topic than thefe is. much better; How Cccfar with glory can govern and fight, And lead mighty kings in his fetter, . . . O A 107/2 63 BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. Alone my gay Mufe, of Licinnia would ling, The conftant, good-natur'd, and pretty : So graceful to dance with the maids in a ring, So iparkling, fo merry, and witty. While you play with her hair that h ca^elefsly cuiTd, While this way, now that way, flie twitches : Of your teazing fo kindly complaining, no world Could bribe for one lock with its riches. Thusbleft with the nymph, how transporting the joy ! Who whimlical, wanton amufes ; Who pleafingly forward or prettily coy, Oft fnatches the kils fhe refufes. *|H^4MHM^ ODE XIII. To a TREE that had nearly fallen upon him. wretch, whoe'er that wretch may be, Who firft uprear'd this hellifh tree, In curfed hour, with fatal hand, To plague my heirs, and guiltiefs land ; The villain furely ne'er forbore To flied his ancient father's gore , Or ftab the unfufpecling brcaft Of his unlucky ileeping gueft : Each Colchian peft to him was known, And all men's crimes he made his own. This is the horrid rogue, whoe'er he be, -"> Who reav'd this damn'd, pernicious, falling tree! j> Foe to my land, my innocence, and me. J Can man forefee his c!eiYm''d doom, Or who can ward off ills to come ? The failor dreads the ftormy waves, Who ev'ry other danger braves 5 The Parthian fees with wild furprilc, The Roman legions round him rife ; The BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 64 The foldier views with flutt'ring heart, And fears tUe foe's reverted dart. Unlook'd for will the tyrant feize, And bear you hence by fome difeafe. Ail nations are the demon's eafy prey, \.c //eep c whole kingdoms in a lingle day, The world, at iafl ; through him fliall fleet away. J How near was I to hell's confine, Where reigns thefwarthy Proferpine ! WheiY &KUS in awful ftate, Unfolds the dread decrees of fate; Where Sapphi tunes the mournful firings, And of her wrongs melodious fings : s'il:(Kus flr'ikes fhe founding chords, Gf leas and flights and bloody fwords, Superbly tells ; But chief in crowds the vulgar {hades appear, -i And prefs the great muiician to be near, Of tyrants flain, and banifh'd kings to hear. Nor ftrange, when death's grim centinel, Who guards each avenue to hell ! Kis ears with joy attentive rais'd And on the bard in rapture gaz'd. The furies hang their twifted fnakes, Who peaceful reft upon their necks : The bird forbears his rending claws, Prometheus ) feels a happy paufe : And Tantalus , with all his feed, Seem from their daily tortures freed. No more Orion, glories i"n the chafe, Or fondly prone, the favage lions trace, Nor hunts the Lynx, through all his devious ways... Camp at Brunfwick, 1778. ODE 6s ODES or HORACE. BOOK II. ODE XIV. To P O S T U M U S, PARAPHRASED. AddreJJed to the Honorable Major-General SAMUEL HOLDEN PARSONS, Connecticut. ON times fwift pinions pafs the fleeting years, Nor can thy piety, alas! afTuage His ruthlefs hand, or floods of dreaming tears, Divert the current of his fatal rage. Eifeafe will foon thy languid frame afTail, Old age with wrinkles fhall o'erfp'-ead thy face ; Death will demand thee, nor will flghs prevail, Or wreft thee from the tyrant's cold embrace. Though daily hecatombs, thy altars flam, And untold off'rings fhould ihceffant bleed ; 'Tis fruitlefs all ! the Daemon hears, in vain, ' Nor adds one bleffing to the pious deed. Down to th' infernal fhades, where Tityus lies, With growing lungs, by vultures ever torn : Where three-form'd Gerycn of ilupendous iize, Beholds the fluggifh waves of slckcron ; Whoever taftes of life's infpiring breath, And earth's kind fruits benignantly partake : Muft fall, the victims of rapacious death, And pafs the waters of the Stygean lake. The haughty king who guides the wheels of ftate, Or rules the nations with a rod of fteel : The humble cottager muft yield to fate, And both alike its mighty influence fed. To BOOK IL ODES OF HORACE. 66 To 'fcape a wat'ry grave we fly the main, With all the dangers that in war aflail': Fiuitlefs our caution, and our fears how vain ! The deftin'd exit, will at laft prevail. Though fouthern winds peftiferous arifc, And fickly autumn breathes contagion round ; In vain we fhun the peftilential fkies, To feek the bleffings that in health abound. To Hades then, our fleeting fouls muft go, There view the Danaids curs'd with ceafelefs toil : Where dark Cocytus 5 ftreams embittered flow, With horrid murmurs through the dreary foil. "Where Syfiphus his fruitlefs talk purfues, And laboring ftrives the arduous height to gain ; The ftone recoils., and all his pain renews, To heave it from the diftant, lowly plain. Thy wife and fweet domefric cares, alas ! With all the pleafures that on life attend, As airy vifions, idle dreams fhall pafs, And to the filent grave muft all defcend. Of all the trees that o'er the land difplay, And fhade thy fplendid manfion from the view : None, to the tomb, their breathlefs lord convey, Save the wan cyprefs and the baleful yew. Thy mafTy ftores fhall to thy heir efcheat, Whofe gen'rous heart {hall ope thy coffers wide 5 Thy mouldy calks fliall bleed to grace the treat, 'Till with the racy juice the hearth is dy'd. With fparkling wine the fumptuous feaft fhall glow, More pure than neftar, and than kings more old ; Such wines as pontiffs on their rites beftow, Sweeter than incenfe, and more choice than gold. Camp, the Clove, 1779* ODE 67 ODES or HORACE. LOCK II. @@@@S'@@^@S@ ODE XV. On tie LUXURY of the TIMES. dddrefled to Lieutenant-Colonel ELEAZER OSWALD, of tic Ariilkry, Philadelphia. \ /5/H AT fumptucms buildings now we fhew, * * Where lately pafs'd the fhining plough f Canals like feas the land o'erfpread, Huge planes erect their barren head ; The elm fubmits, the violets bloom, And myrtles waft a fweet perfume ; Where once the tifeful olive's fhade, Its careful mafter's toil repaid : Now laurel groves' thick twining fprays, Exclude the fun's reviving rays. ? Twas not in this licentious way, Kome's warlike founder rofe to fway ; Or Cato of immortal praife, The empire rul'd by arts like thefe. 'Twas then each man's efhte was fmall, For to the funds he gave it all. No fplendid portico's appear'd, By private wealth fuperbly rear'd, With northern front, wide- fpreading far, Engrofling e'en the common air. The laws forbad the heinous guilt, To fpurn the huts our fathers bnilt ; But on the {hrine devote to god, Their bounty largely was beftow'd : Their public edifices (hone, Superbly rich with brilliant ftonc. Arundcl, 1782. ODE LOCK II. ODES OF HORACE. 6S ODE XVI. POMPEIUS GROSPHUS, Imitated Addrcfjed to JOHN CARSON, M. D. Phila delphia. the fonorous tempeft roars, And fable night involves the fkies, The frighted failor peace implores, And lifts to threatening lieav'ii his eyes. While not a wifii'd-for ftar appears, In all the thund'ring, gloomy fpacc, With friendly rays to calm his fears, But death ftares ghaftly ia his face. The warlike Scythean and the Medc, Who flying, wound th' imprudent foe, And backward fend the unerring reed, For peace, their favage fpoils forego. But peace they drive in vain to find, Which nothing can, my friend, alkrw^ Unlefs, upon itfelf, the mind The god like bleffing fliculd bellow. As fwift as lightning, cares make way, Through the well guarded monarch's gate \ And their pale, hideous forms difplay In the rich gilded rooms of ftate. Bold cares no polifh'd arms revere, Or fplendor of a fervile train ; But fill the monarch's heart with fear, That ne'er difturb'd the guihlcf. fwaia. Happy 09 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. Happy ! who in a kind retreat, With virtue bleft, nought alfo requires ; Whom Heaven has giv'n a country feat, Indulgent to his juft defires. While he in pleafure fpends his days, The mufe infpires his raptur'd breaft ; And though the world refounds his praife, The noife ne'er breaks his golden reft. 'Tis all in vain we hope to fly From care upon the pompous fteed ; Though we fhould change our native Iky,' Care equals the fwift racer's fpeed. Nor can the fplendid barge convey The monarch to a happier fhore ; Unlefs bright honor lead the way, And virtue fafe conduct him o'er. Let then your noble foul defpife The glitter of delufive ftate ; Adore fair virtue and be wife, Nor wifh to be ignobly great. What would you have ? to you kind Heaven, A title and fuperfluous (tore ; No tunelefs lyre to me has given, With competence ; I afk no more. ODE XVII. To MEC-ffiNAS. FORBEAR, my lord, th* unwelcome ftrain, It grieves my foul to hear you thus complain ! The gods nor I will e'er confent, To take my friend my life's great ornament. For BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 70 For why behind you fhould I ftay, When you my better part are torn away ? Could I alas ! live here forlorn, When half my foul, my dearer felf is gone ? One day, I fwear by all the gods, Shall fend us both to our laft long abodes ; Whene'er you lead the deftin'd way, I'll follow foon to realms of endlefs day. Not fell Chimsera, flaming fiend, Shall tear me from my deareft, much lov'd friend ; Nor Gyafs with his hundred hands ; - So juftice wills, and mighty fate commands. Whether the Scales with ray divine, Or Scorpius ihone upon my birth, malign, Ill-omen'd to the natal hour ; Or Capricornus, rude, unfriendly pow'r, Who like the ftormy Hyades, Reigns the grim tyrant of the weftern feas. Yet ftillwith mingled luftre bright, Our ftars by ftrange fatality unite. Thee, Jove propitious fnatch'd away From impious Saturn and his baleful ray ; Check'd the fleet wings of rapid fate, When all the crouded theatre elate, Refounded loudly to thy praife, While echo bore thy name on three Huzzas. A tree juft falling on my head, Had nearly rank'd me with the mighty dead ; But Faunus, who my prayer deferves, And men of wit from ev'ry harm preferves, Flew to my aid and kindly broke, The danger of the dire impending ftroke. For thee the votive fane (hall rife, ~] And bulls lhall grace thy pompous facrifice, J>- For me, a lambkin fiiall atone the fkies. J j Cambridge, Head-Quarters, 17/5. P ODE 71 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. ODE XVIII. Addreffed to an cpp rcffive MISER. W~ ITHIN my walls no ivory fliines, Or precious gold from foreign mines ; No columns from the Hlmettlan grove, Support a citron arch above : Nor like an heir unknown I boafc Of Attains his wealth engrofs'd*. No honeft clients hang for me My rooms with purple tapeftry ; Yet without vanity I claim Some genius and an honeft name : The great carefs me, though I'm poor; "] Than thefe I ask the gods no more, j* Nor wifh, my friend t' encreafe my ftore, J But independent of all grants, My fabine fields fupply my wants. Day follows day with rapid pace, And moons ftill hafte to the decreafc ; "While you, vain wretch, about to die, Prepare vaft piles of porphery, To elevate the fplendid dome, Forgetful of your deftin'd tomb , You drive old ocean from the fhorc, Confm'd in ftraighter bounds to roar. What can this avarice fufEce ? You leap your neighbour's boundaries ; Your clients fly to give you room, And exil'd wander far from home : Their wives, their wretched offspring, fee, And houfnold gods expell'd by tliee ! Thenfpare thefe ineffectual cares, Grim death another home prepares ; A home, where you fliall ever dwell With Pluto and the fiends of hell. Al BOOK JI, ODES OF HORACE. All, all is vanity, good fir ! Th* impartial earth has room to fparc For all her fons ; the beggar dies, And peaceful by the monarch lies. No gold could bribe death's ferryman, To waft Prometheus back again ; Proud Tantalus his chains confine, ~\ With all his fplendid, royal line : ^ Should we invoke with rites divine, J Or not, the willing god receives, And from all cares the poor relieves. Camp, Valley Forge, 1778* ODE XIX. HYMN TO BACCHUS. Addrefltd to Major General ARTHUR ST. CLAIR LET future times the wond'rous tale believe ! I faw the mighty god of wine, Mid rocks remote erect his fhrine, And holy lectures give : Attended by a Sylvan train ; Goat-footed fatyrs lift'ning (tood, With guardian nymphs from ev'ry wood, WelUplcas'd to hear the great inftructive (train, E'en I, who worfhip with a heart fincere ; Yet tremble at the awful nod, And bow before the mighty God With reverence and fear : Mybreaft the facred influence feels :-> Then drop the fpear, abate thy rage, For lo ! fierce anger to afiuage, Thy humble, fupplicating vct'vy kneels ! Permit 73 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IT. Permit th' advent'rous bard to fing thy praife, Thy prieiterTbs with zeal infpir'd, Their numerous train with frenzy fir'd, And ftubborn Thyades : What itreams of lufciotis wine, for thee, For thee, what milky fountains pour, Encreafmg flill thy plentious llore With honey, dropping from the hollow tree. Of AriadnSs numerous charms I tell, Who beauteous with her filvcr hairs, Adorn'd the Ikies with added ftars ; And how Lycurgus fell : How Penthlus felt thy angry frown ! Who impioufly profan'd thy name ; For which his palace wrap'd in flame, Tumbled with fprcading ruin hideous down. Thy power does o'er remoteft realms extend ; Oceans that feel Barbaric (way, Thy guardian Deity obey, And mighty rivers bend : O'er craggy mountain tops with fpeed, (While ihakes hang peaceful down each back, Or harmlefs twift around the neck) The joyous train of Bacchanals you lead, You, when the giants dar'd to climb on high, WitU impious force to tumble down Your fire from his almighty throne, And hurl him from the Iky : In Lion's form you join'd the light; The dreadful conflict dauntlefs ftood, With feet and jaws befmear'd with blood, And RbctitiS) with his moniters, put to flight. More fkillM to rule the dancing merry choir, Youfeem'd ; as forsn'd for floth and eafc, In fofter fports alone to pleafe, Unus'd to war's uproar ; But BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 74 Eut, when in battle you appear, In danger's front you fearlefs fhonc, The bloody art loon made your own ; Though mild in peace, ytt terrible in war. "When rifing glorious from Hell's drear abode, The fhining horns that grace thy head, A beamy luftre round thee fpread : And aw'd before the god, In humble pofture as 'twas meet, Grim Cer'brus faw with fear amaz'd, Grew kinder, as he fondly g^z'd, And fawning wagg'd his tail, and lick'd thy feet. Arundel, 1782. r:s&KjH3K^ O B E XX. To M E C JE N A S. tAdclreffed to tie Hon. Major-General VARNUM, Rhode- Mand. tnfo in ens avet in 'in cygntfortnes per, liquidum Te y diva, vim praebenie^ Explicit it Venujinus alas : Solers nydarum, feupueritm^ trucem. Cum main' fiava) feu caneret rofas Et VI f ici) CyrrJjacis Hetn-faan Rite beans equltem fab antris." OW, now I mount the liquid ikies, On ftrong, unufual pinion rife, A two-form'cl bard, I lofry foar, And tread th' ignoble ground no more. Nor mall curs'd envy's jaundic'd eye, Retard my paflage as I ily. For though of humble parents born, Still dear Mecanas, ftill I fcorn, Like 7$ ODES OF HORACE. BOOK II. Like vulgar minds, unknown to die, And in the Stygian waters lie. I feel my skin put feathers on, My legs and thighs grow white with down, Above, I'm more than man ; The change my fpreading hands confefs, My ihoulders bear the plumy drefs, I rife a foaring f\van. Like Icarus, I mount above, A tuneful bird thro' ^Ether move ; I fee beneath, the groaning fhores, Where Bofphorus in thunder roars : Gsctulhm quickfands I behold, And climes confign'd to dreary cold. My flight fhall reach the Colchian hills, The Parthian that his dread conceals Of Roman arms ; the Dacian too. Nor Scythian fhall efcape my view ; To Spain my glory fhall be known, 'And him who drinks the gallic Rhone. Let not a tear then, vainly fall, Nor mourn my fancied funeral , Such rites the b-afe may have : Ah ! ceafc thofe precious drops to fhed, For Horace^ Horace is not dead, But foars fuperior to the humble grave. " Aloft, above the liquid fky, I ftretch'd my wing, and tain would go Where Rome's fweet fvvan did whilome fly ; And foaring left the clouds below : The Mufe invoking to indue With ftrength, his pinions, as he flew. Whether he fings great beauty's praife, Love's gentle pain, or tender woes ; Or chufe th: fubjedt of his lays, The blufhing grape, or blooming rofe ; Or near cool Cyrr/ja's rocky fprings, J\-Lc(?KJs liilens while he fings." End of the Second Book. THIRD ^^. * - -^^ - * *- -*"^ --."Vi*" ? T . JMMMHjnNi 1 ^ ^5f^f^l^r^S^|j '^ THIRD BOOK O F H O R A C E's O D E S, ABDRESSED to the Right Honorable MAJOR GENERAL the MARQUIS DE LE FAYETTE. ODE I. To A S I N I U S P O L L I O. Attempted in Pindaric Meafure, in imitation of Mr* DRY DEN. AddreJJed to Major General JOHN Su- L I V A N, of Nciv-Hampfnire. L YE vulgar hence, nor dare profane, Or with unhallow'd eyes furvey The facred myfteries of the fcene ! I fcorn you all, the great, the gay ! While I the Mufes' priefl eflay, To virgins without ftain, And fpotlefs youths, to chaunt the confecrated ftrain. II. Kings upon earth extend their fway ; But kings muft bow to Jove, almighty God ! Whofe thunders fiii'd the Titanu with difrnay, V7ho fishes the world with hie imperial nod. III. 77 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. III. This man does ample fettlemcnts pofTcfs, "^ The other {hares a bounty, lefs, } While this, contends for offices, J And vainly proud, The glory that his fire had won, His anceftors' immortal fame, Fondly exalts and boafts aloud j While this extols his patron's name, What crouds to {hare his bounty run ; His noble antient pedigree, and merit all his own. IV. In fplendid Mate the courtier moves along, Vain of the needy flaves, that ftill his levees throng : But rich or poor, 'tis all the fame, Fate never plays a partial game : For all {he (hakes her fpacious urn, Each mortal's lot muft take its deftin'd turn, Swell the fad pomp and feed the fun'ral {lame. V. While o'er his head fufpends the threat'ning fword, The fumptuous feaft Has loft its tafte, Nor can the tyrant any joy afford, Though fmiiing plenty crowns with luxury his board. The powers of art no more can pleafe The confcious foul of Damocles ; Or nature's bleffings amply ftor'd : Though muiic's charms fhould all confpire To footh his anguifh'd breaft, tho* all the Sylvan I choir f United {ings.-- r yet nought alas ! can quench the guilty fire. J VI. Sweet fleep, that flies rich palaces, Yet ftoops to humble cottages , Her BOOK III. ODES- OF HORACE. 78 Her favor monarchs court in vain "} She feeks the diftant, lowly plain, And kindly hovers o'er the peaceful fwain. 3 The fhady banks Hie loves, the purling ftreams Where truth and innocence prevail, And lulls to reft with gentle dreams, The mepherd ftretch'd on Tempe's flow'ry dale, Fann'd by the pinions of the balmy gale. VII. The man content with, what he has, Fears not the raging of the feas ; He difregards the tempers' roar ; His breaft, fecure from racking cares, Heeds not the riling or the fitting ftars, Or any adverfe power. Though hail his fruitful vineyards beat, Though all his harveft, biafted lies, His riling crop around him dies, Kiird by the fummer's fun's too fervent fcorching heat ; Though fiery ftars ihould burn his foil> And mock his hardy, honeft toil ; Though herblefs lies the arrid, thirfty plain, -* Tho' witli'ring groves with drooping heads complain, C Or loath the heat, or pine at winter's chilling rain, j VIII. The tyrant landlord feels not fuch repofe, For care within his bofom grows ; V/ith crouds of (laves at his command, He proudly leaps the bounds of the too narrow land. Upon the feas his building rears, "While oceaHflrakes, and Neptune for his empire fears : The fifli all fly, their precious lives to fave, They dread th' in viiding mole, and fel the cruihing wave. IX. Though high his mighty fabrics rife, "\Yide fpread-ing through the air ; Though \vith his foires he touch the ikies, He cannot climb from care. la 7P ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. In vain he fhuns the reftlefs fiend, The Damon follows faft, and clofe behind Purfues him Hying ; keen remorfe Overtakes the fleetcft, fwifteft horfe ; Darts with the wind's impetuous fpeed, And mounts behind the rapid fleed : Tears, grief and melancholy pain, Attend his flight, a difmal train. Though he the fumptuous galley rigs, and wifhing to be freed, Leaves the unfriendly ihore ; ftill care prevails, Awaits his voyage and expands his fails. X. If hoards of wealth Can never give content or purchafe health j Since heaps of gold a glitt'ring ftore, Nor marble from the phrygian fhore,* Or eflence fweets that plenteous flow : Or brighter than the ftars, Should robes of Tyrian purple fhew, And all their proud magnificence beftow, Yet cannot banifh cares : Since all thofe noble gifts, we find, Can never cafe a troubled mind ; In modifli form, then why fhould I On pillars of fuperfluous flate, The envied ftrudlure rear on high ? Or why remove from Aritndd^ Where peaceful I at eafe can dwell To feek a nobler feat ? Arundel, 1781. ODK BOOK II. ODFS OF HORACE. tf C$OC$X$X$3C^^ ODE II. To HIS FRIENDS. ddre/cd to Lieut. Col. M. RYAN, late Infpeclor Gene ral of the Militia of Pennsylvania, Richmond, Vir ginia. O UR youth thould be taught all the hardfhips of war, The knowledge of fwords andtheufeof the fpear; To manage with vigor the high-mettled fteed, And, learn, as he flies, the bold Parthian to bleed. Without bed or blanket, on earth let him lie, Or where the moft danger is, there let him liy ; When from the high battlement fighting, he's feen, By fome timid virgin, or tyrant's young queen. To Heaven they offer their prayers and their vows, From ruin to guard their undifciplin'd fpoufe ; To fave him, alas ! from that lyon-like man, Who covered with {laughter lays wafte all the plain. With glory he bleeds, and how honor'd his grave, Who falls in the battle, his country to fave ; For death overtakes the pale coward who flies, And flain with bafe wounds, how ignobly he dies ! But virtue in pure native luftre ftill fhines, She fears no repulfe, and no honor declines ; On merit her own fhe triumphantly riles, AfTerts her juft claim, and the rabble defplfes. Still virtue, to him who deferves not to die, Difplays the bright path that afcends to the sky : Conduces him through ways, in vhich heros have troJ, Spurns off the clay humid and rifcs a God. 9 Tis Si ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. ? Tis honor and fecrecy claim the next place ; For he who the myft'ries of Ceres betrays, The villain's loath'd prefence with care I'd refrain, Nor fhould the fame vefTel, or houfe, both contain. Though jove darts his thunders at finners below, The juft often fufier, and feel the fame blow : Yet vengeance, though limping and tardy, will find The mifcreant e'en mounted on wings of the wind. Arundel, 1782. fr^^'^HlH^ ODE III. Addreffed to tie Reverend SAMUEL MAGAYV', D. D. Vice-Provojl of the Unlverftty^ and Reclcr ot St. Paul's Churchy Philadelphia. THE man that's upright, (launch and true, No clamrrs of the vulgar crewj Nor yet th' infulting tyrant's frown, Can make his fix'd refolve difown. Hell ftand the ocean's loudeft roar, And even dare the thund'rer's powV, While round his guiltlefs head are hurFd The ruins of a falling world. Thus Pollux gaind the bleft abode. Thus roving Heresies prov'd a God ; "With whom fits mighty Cafar now, "VVhofe rofy lips with nectar glow. Tygers thus forc'd his yoke to wear, To Heaven's high dome did Bacchus bear By's fire's fierce fteeds Romes founder drawn, Thus fiiun'd the woes of AcherOn. For BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 82 For him Heaven's queen deep fllence broke, And thus the afTembled Gods befpoke, " Paris' award with Helen's luft, now laid Troy, proud Troy in duft. Since Hits' perjur'J fon beguilM, The Gods employ'd its walls to build, Who to Minerva's rage and mine, Did prince and people both refign. Helens lewd gueft now boafts no charms T* allure the charmer to his arms ; HeElor no more can now deftroy My warlike Greeks to fave falfe Troy. The wars our feuds protracted ceafe, And all is foften'd into peace ; Appeas'd, I'll now to Mars reftore His fon the Trojan Prieftefs bore. He'll now, though once fo hated, rife, And grace a throne above the skies, There nectar drink in bright abodes, And be enroll'd among the gods. "While far the fierce intruding tide Does Rome from hated Troy divide, And Trojans ftillexii'd remain In foreign realms, they'll happy reign. O'er Priunfs bones while cattle feed, And beafts of prey fecurely breed, Great Rome's bright capitol (hall ftand, And Medes revere her dread command. Far fhall her awful name extend, Where feas from Afric, Europe rend ; Where fwelling Nile the field o'erflows, Enriching all where'er he goes. Difpifing S3 ODES OF HORACE, BOOK III-. Difpifing gold fhc'11 greater fhine, Than forcing it from out the mine, With facrilegious hand to fill The world with that deftructive ill. Her arms fhall to both poles be known, And pleas'd fhall fee the torrid zone ; The parts where Sirius burn the plains, And thofe where ftormy winter reigns. But know that I, on terms, decree, To Rome's brave fons this deftiny j That no miftaken Zealot dare, Trufting in wealth, old Troy to rear : A curfe attends th' ill-fated place, That fhall its works, rebuilt crafc ; E'en I, the fitter-wife of Jove, Before my concfring 'Greeks will move. Should Phoebus thrice erect a wall, Though made of brafs, it thrice fhou'd fail; And captive matrons thrice return, For fons and hufbands loft to mourn." But whither, Mufe, would'ft thou afpire ? This theme ill fuits thy chearful lyre : Forbear Heav'n's councils to repeat ! For weak thy firings for fuch a feat. ODE BOOK III. ODES of HORACE. O D E IV. To C A L L I O P E, In Imitation of POPE'S CECILIA. Addr effect to his Exe/Iency CAESAR RODNEY, Governor oj the flate of Delaware. L ITpRiOM Heaven defcend, queen of foft melody, jp Afiume thy flute, and wake to harmony The raptur'd foul ; or with thy voice infpire The founding firings of great Apcltis lyre ! Hark ! or does clelufion reign, Plealing frenzy in my brain ! Through Iweet groves now I go, ""] : Where pure ftreams feem to flow, } And mild zephyrs to blow. J \ Overcome with ileep, fatigu'd with play, On Vulture's lofty top, fupine I lay, Near Sfpulia, native foil, There I refted from my toil ; While fabled turtles kindly ipread, A verdant foliage o'er my head. Surprife fill'd the breafts of the wondering fwains, In Bantings fair lawns, or Tarentunfs rich plains; Or on high Acheronilc? s Hill, In lioufe or cot, Delightful fpot, Who fequefterd, peaceful dwell. II. Woncl'rous that I, amid the thorny brakes, Safe from wild bears and pois'nous fnakes, Should peaceful lie, while cloves around my head, Laurel and myrcle boughs, profufdy fpread : A favor'd youth, thus fav'd from harm ; 'Jlic Cods ncrform'd the m'giuy charm. Thine 85 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK !!!. Thine, tuneful fitters, I am ever thine ! Devote, I bow, ye confecrated nine ! Whether Saline hills detain, Or Pranefte's frozen plain, Or, Where Baian Riv'lets ftray, Tibur ; fruitful as the May : Thine, Sifter Mufes, I am wholly thine ; Devote, I bend, ye fair, harmonious nine ! III. To grace thy facred temples was I fav'd, The falling tree efcap'd, the ocean brav'd ; The ftormy billows paft, the hoftile plain, The dreadful carnage of Philippi's field, Beftrew'd with hecatombs of flam ; The Mufes were the poet's fliield. While, by their happy guidance led, The fandy defert fafely tread, Nor fear furrounding harms. Intrepid leave the friendly fhore, Though madd'ning Bofphorus fhould roar, Though tempers thundered o'er my head, To fill me with alarnis. IV. Britannia's diftant ifle I'd fee, Where reigns inhofpitality ; The Cafpian lake, the 'Scythian brood, Who, favage feafts on horfes blood. By thec infpir'd, Great Ccefar tir'd Of fmiling victories ; With willing bands, His troops diibands ; Indulging eaie, Now yields to peace ; Reiigns his fpoils, His victor's toils, And tranquil in thy grotto lies. Th< BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. The human foul, by thy advice, Grows juft and merciful and wife. And fpares the vanquifh'd foe : From the e, we learn, how Titans fell, By forked light'nings dafh'd to Hell, Deep-plung'd in fhades below, By him, whofe great, almighty hand, Rules the wild ocean and the land ; Who, cities, nations, ghofts and darknefs fway, Whofe power, each god, and humbler man obey. V. Oa their numerous arms relying, Jove himfelf e'en terrifying, As climbing up on high ; Pelion on Olympus > trailing, Heav'n, itfelf, iuperbly fcaling, Spreading terror through the Iky. But how could Mimas, or TyphfXuS) Porphyrion, or bolder Rhcetus, Or EnceladuS) the vain, Hurling trees from off the plain, 'Gainft the wife Minerva war, With her JEgis flafhing far ? Where Juno ftocd, and Vulcan burn'd his way In torrid flames, and where, the God of day, His mighty force difplaying, A fierce, trerncnduous foe; Whole hofts of giants flaying, With his unerring bow. Yet peaceful he loves Caftalia's fair groves, And baths in the brook gently flowing : His hair loofly dreaming, With pearly dew beaming, And cheeks, ever youthful and glowing. R VI. Bat 37 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. VI. But manly courage, when with conduct joinM, Will ever from the Gods, protection find 5 While brutal force, by its own native weight, To ruin finks, and feels the hand of fate. Thus did the mighty Titan, (Whofe hundred arms did frighten 5 And to his ftrength who trufted, Who for Diana lufted,) Feel the pain, When by her train, With arrows flain, Deep plung'd to darkefi fliades of Hell. Mother earth now fufpended, Beneath her extended, By lightening fwift hurl'd To grim Pluto 9 A damn'd world, Her brood of dread monfters, an impious race, While .ZEtna flill glows, and with increaling blaze, Never decays. Nor docs the fabled bird, whofe rending claws, The luftful Tityos 9 growing liver gnaws, Forego his deftin'd prey, But feaft him night and day : Y/hile in hard bondage, Pluto faft detains PerithoitS) bound in thrice an hundred chains. Arundcl, 1782. ODE V. THE PRAISES OF AUGUSTUS. Addrejfed to the Hono r able T K o M A s M 1 K E A N , Ef quire, L: L: D. Chief J lift ice of the Commonwealth of Penn- fylvani(i y Vice-Prefident of the Cincinnati^ and late Prefidcnt of Congrefs y &c. &c. I. I. JOVE, in tremenduous thunders fpeaks his mighty And fubjeft Hcav'ns his high behefts obey ; [fway, On BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. # On earth, a prefent God, 4t/gttftus reigns^ Since Perfiaand Britannia wear his chains. Where is, alas ! our antient honor fled ? Could Craffus 1 bands, Barbarian matrons wed ? Bafely, their native lands forego, To ferve beneath a tyrant foe ; Forget their origin and name, While Jove was fafe, and Rome preferv'd her fame? I. 2. Not fo, did Regulus, immortal chief, He felt difgrace, but nobly fcorn'd relief : He knew deftruction ever would attend, And in our ruin, fuch examples end ; Unlefs the captive youth were made to bleed, And death, unpitied, brand the coward deed. Within a Carthagenian fhrine, I faw, faid he, our banners fhine ; Our armies yield without a wound, R.ome's free-born fons, with vilcft fetters bound ! . With open gates they till the place, Which late, our conq'ring arms laid wafre. Can he, redeem'd with heaps of gold, Return to war, and fight more bold ? How vain the thought ! you pay a price, And dearly purchafe, treach'rous cowardice. When wool imbibes the ftain, It ne'er regains its native white : So <-oo, when courage put to ilight, Never returns to fire the foldier's mind : As well might you expect the tim'rous hind, Broke from his toils, would chafe the hunters o'er the plain ; II. i. As they who bafely on a treach'rous foe rely'd, Pieilgn'd their bloodlefs fwords, debas'd their pride, Their Sp ODES OF HORACE. BOOK lifi Their backs to whips, their arms to flavifh cords, And crouch'd beneath their arbitrary lords ; Who fold their birth right, barter'd liberty, To purchafe meaner life ; afraid to die. "Who beg'd for peace, amid the war, Ignobly of the conqueror. O, Carthage \ juftly rais'd more high, On the difgrace of ruin'd Italy \ II. 2. Thus fpoke, and fixing on the earth a furious look, His wife and babes from his embraces (hook : The fen ate by his firm example fway'd, "With doubtful minds the dreadful edict made. Prepar'd to leave his fwect domeftic joys, Impending death his dauntlefs thought employs : And while his friends in vain control The fteady purpofe of his foul, Through weeping crouds in hafte he ran, And fled from Rome, a glorious baniih'd man> n. 3 . Full well he knew the racks prepared ; The favage foe no torture fpar'd ; But he inexorable ftill, Preferves a firm, unfhaken will. His wife and boys he put away, And ev'ry friend that would his iteps delay ; Regardlefs of their care. As if, when noify term was o'er, And bufy clients teaz'd no more, Chearful he hafted from the fmoaky town, Forfook the bar, the forum, and the gown, To iir Tarentum's feat, to breath the country air. U ODE VI, To THE ROMANS. NHAPPY offspring of a guilty race, Romans hard-doom'd to bear your fires difgracc ! To feel the vengeance of the Ikies, The power of injur'd Deities 5 'Till BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE, 5*0 'Till you again with penitential hand, Rebuild the altars that their crimes profan'd ; Replace their ftatues ftain'd with fmoke, Nor more the angry God provoke. ly calmly yielding to their wife decrees, 'is thus you reign and tafte the fweets of cafe ; Hence glory on your labors wait, And hence expert impending fate : "he Gods neglected thunder from above, And all Hefperia feels the hand of Jove. The Parthians fwift our bands purfu'd, And twice our boldeft troops fubdu'd ; Twice from Mon&fes* conq'nng arms they fled, While Roman fpoils adorn'd the victors' head. The Dacian taught with fatal art, To whirl the well-directed dart ; The fwarthy Moor for mighty fleets renown'd, Who oft the ftormy feas fo fearlefs plough'd, Had nearly Rome, proud Rome deftroy'd, In ftrife and civil wars employ'd. What crimes have not this fruitful age produc'd, In wanton luft the nuptial rites abus'd 5 Our haplefs offspring vilely ftain'd, And ev'nt facred tie profan'd ! From hence we date the num'rous train of woes, That from this tainted fource ill omen'd rofe, Spreading infectious over Rome, And countries diftant far from home. The willing maid, mature for am'rous joys, Her pliant limbs in obfcene dance employs ; In fearch of blifs, abroad fhe roves, And revels in inceftious loves. The lufty fpark enjoys the married lafs, Nor waits till pug has ta'en his morning's glafs. Seeks not the confcious fhades of night, To fcreen tne luicions, dear delight. So 9i ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. So fhamelefs grown, flie needs no thin difguife, But acts the fcene before the cuckold's eyes 5 She fells her proftituted charms, To fome rich Spanifh captain's arms. The merchant's gold can buy the ready dame, The hufband {hares the profits of her fhame j And will politely quit the room, If {he commands, and fwcathcarts come. Not fuch the youth of fuch a motly brood, Who dy'd the main with Carthagenian blood 5 Who conquer d Pyrrbus in the field, And forc'd Anticchus to yield ; Drove the proud Hannibal, and all his train, And Afric crufh'd on Zama's fatal plain : But hardy youths, of ruftic mould, Intrepid, gen'rous, manly, bold ; UsM at a mother's arbitrary will, With heavy fpade the rugged foil to till, To fell and homeward bring the wood, When Sol had ting'd the weftern flood, And from the furface of the ruddy main, His changing fhadows ftrctch'd along the plain ; From yoke his weaned fteers releafe, To {hare the friendly hour of eafe. Time with deftroying hand all things impairs, Our fires have been more criminal than theirs ; While we in wickednefs of deed Our guilty anceftors exceed : The coming age unhappily will fee A race of men more profligate than we. Each future sera {hall be known, By crimes peculiarly its own. Philadelphia, 1780. OD] BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. 92 ODE VII. To AST ERIE. \ T7 Why does my fair djlerie mourn * * Her abfent Gyges' wifh'd return, And weep beyond all meafure ? When the firft favorable wind, Shall waft him to your arms more kind, And loaded with much treafure. By fcas and ftars drove far from home, Confin'd at diftant Oricum, He fpends whole days in weeping ; Long winter nights he waftes in (ighs, Nor does his languid, blood-lhot eyes E'er know the joys of fleeping. Mean while his hoftefs Chloe y tries By arts and ftratagems and lies To gain him for a lover ; She fends a pandar in her name, To plead her caufe, and paint her flame. And win thy youthful rover. He tells how Pb&drafs wiley tears, Urg'd on her huiband, Prcstus\ fears^ By many feign'd difgraces *, With fancied crimes to haften on The fate of chafte Belleropbon, For flighting her embraces. He tells how ne?.r great Peleus was To gloomy (hades of Erecus y For (corning love's addrefurs; Who fled the charming, willing fair, As if unworthy of his CLU-J, Nor met her warm carefks, And P3 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III, And many more fuch tales as thefe She tells, in hopes, at laft to pleafc The trueft, beft of fellows : But all in vain : he (lands the fhock, As deaf as the Icarian rock, When lafh'd by foaming billows. Then keep, my dear, thy tender heart, Left gay Enipeqs* pleafing art, Surprife it when unguarded ; Though none, like him, can reign the horfe, Or ftem the rapid Tibur's force, By loud applaufe rewarded. Shut, fhut your doors at evening {hade, Nor wait to hear the ferenade, Though he with love is dying : \Vhat, though he fays, you cruel are, Still be as cruel as you're fair, Still, lefs and lefs complying. Arundel, 1782. fcS^38S298S85|828fi6^^ ODE VIII. To M E C M N A S. 'dddrejjedto the Honorable JOHN VINING, Efq. Mem* ler of Congrefs for the Delaware State. STROPHE. WELL ikill'd in either tongue to fpeak, The Roman idiom or the Greek, You wonder why on Mars' s feftal day, Unmarried, I the wreath prepare, "With gayeft flowers deck my hair, And on the living turf my incenfe lay ! Know then, to Bacchus I devote, Who fav'd me from the falling tree, As tribute due a milk white goat ; While yearly on this day (hall be, A barrel BOOK III. ODES o* HORACE. 94 A barrel tap'd with heady juice replete, Matur'd with fmoke, lince Tullus rui'd again the ftate. ANTISTROPHE. Come then my friend, and for my fake, An hundred brimming glafTes take, To mark the day that fav'd me from the (hades : Our lamps fhall burn till morning ray Refulgent drives the gloom away, "While neither care or noify flrife invades. No more let Rome's affairs engag* Your patriot mind, the Dacian bows Submiffive to our conq'ring rage : The diftant foe our prowefs knows, And civil wars the hoftile Medes employ, Taught by our factious arms each other to deitroy. EPODE. Our antient foes the fans of Spain , Now quit the long difputed field ; The fierce Cantabrian forc'd to yield, Indignant groans beneath the galling chain,' The Parthian flies, and vanquifh'd now, The hardy Scythian feeks for eafe; Unftrung prefents the inoffenfive bow, An emblematic type of peace. No more the public weal your aid demands ; Then why with private cares diftract your brain ? Tis focial joy the foul expands, And pleafure gives in lieu of pain ; The prefent inftant feize inprove the blifs, Nor let feverer cares, your generous mind diftrcfs* Dover, 1785. ODE 5> 5 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. ODE IX. HORACE AND LYDIA. Dialcgus eft de amoribits prateritis, eifdemque renovandis inter Horatiam et Lydiam. HORACE. VT7HILE Horace held in thy dear heart No inconfiderable part ; While none that fnow-whitc, lovely breaft, With clearer arms than Horace preft 5 Not all the monarchs of the eaft, Were half fo happy, half fo bleft. LYDIA. While Lydia to your foul was dear, Nor Chlae's charms could interfere ; Who then could boaft fo great a name As Lydia ? who fo bright a iiame ? Renown'd in verfe, I flourifh'd more, Than fhe who fam'd Qtiirinus bore . :' HORACE. For Chloe now I'm all on fire, Who fings fo fweet who ftrikes the lyre With grace and ikill, whofe afpect charms Our ravilh'd fouls, whofe beauty warms, Whofe precious life to ranfom, I To death, or Hell, with joy, would By. LTDIA. For old OrAitbu? lovely fon The fprightly Calais I burn, Whofe foul, a mutual paflion fires, Whofe bofom glows with young defires j For whom two lives I'd give, to fare His dearer body from the grave. HORACE. BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. HORACE. But fliould I once (more wife) revoke My former love, and wear thy yoke ; Should I fair ChloJ s beauties fcorn, And for her perfon ceafe to burn : Should you once more regain the field, And Cretan Chios force to yield. LYDIA. Though he more comely is by far, More beauteous than the morning ftar ; Tho* you, mere cork in levity, Rougher, than ftormy Adria ; Yet to thy arms, well pleas'd, I'd fly, And with thee gladly live or die. CHORUS. Let us then both confent to love, And tafte more blifs than Gods above \ Let cir'cling pleafures crown each night, Let each new day give new delight; May cares, and forrows ne'er intrude, But peace and joy our lives conclude. Col. Philadelphia, 1770. O D E X To L Y C E. Attempted in Englifi Sapphic. THOUGH, my dear Lyce, drank of cold Tanat's, Join'd to iome cruel, jealous-pated monfter, Sure you might pity, Horace on your threfhold Stretch'd to the north winds. Hark how your gate creaks ! how the driving tempeft Scowls o'er your villa, while the groves re-echo ; And the bleak ^Ether, as the flaky fnow falls Glazes with cryftal. Such 97 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IIL Such cruel pride to Venus is ungrateful : Love ftill rejected, like the tide is ebbing ; Why, like U/yJfcs' ftony hearted confort, Harfli to be courted ? If neither prefents, join'd with fair entreaties, Nor my pale cheeks, where glow'd the blufliing rofes, Nor thy falfe hufband, doating on a fongftrefs, Bend thee to pity ! Stubborn as oaks are, or as ierpents cruel ; Time may relieve me from this curled bondage ; Then I no more ihall prefs thy flinty threfhold, Drench'd by the tempeft. Camp, Nefhamny Crofs Roads, 1777. ODE XL. To MERCURY. to CHARLES M'KNIGHT, Efq. M: D. Profeffor of Anatomy and Surgery, in Columbia Col* New-Tori. RECITATIVE. BRIGHT Hermes ( who taught the foft mufic of founds Who tutor'd /imphion to charm the rude ilones) And thou my fweet ihell of feven wires accordant, Though formerly fimple, and harlhly difcordant 5 But now both to Gods and to men fo inviting, At feafts ever welcome, in temples delighting ! AIR I. i. Begin the foft the foothing ftrain, And w irm fair Lyce's cold difdain, O ! melt her to be kind ! Who, like a filley, fears to yield, And timid bounds along the field, Fleet as the paffing wind. 2d. While BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. While frifking round as light as air, She dreads the rider's weight to bear, The curbing rein to prove ; Unable to fuftain the force, The vig'rous efforts of the horfe, When rufhing into love. RECITATIVE. Thy fweet potent mufic the tygers obey, And rivers fwift flowing their courfes delay ; Can lead the tall forefts and groves by a fpell, And charm, O, furprifing ! the fierce dog of Hell. Like fpaniel he fawn'd, of thy godhead afraid, The ferpents hifs'd harmlefs around his grim head ; His mouth breathing poifon, and flame tripled tongue, RefigiiM all their rage at the foul thrilling-fong. Ixion and Tityos heard the glad ftrain, And fmil'd, though in anguifh, tormented with pain, The Danaids enchanted, flood lift'ning hard by, Their toils were fufpended and tubs were all dry. AIR II. i. Begin the lay, let Lyde hear What pains thofe cruel virgins bear, In Tartarus below ; In endleis labors doom'd to wafte Their time, and fill the leaking calk, Which never can overflow. For crimes, ah ! dreadful to relate ! They feel th' avenging hand of fate, And groan in ceafelefs pain ; Who in their fleeping hufband's gore, Their daggers dip'd at midnight hour, And mi'xd them with the flain RECITATIVE. One bride remain'd to dignify the name, Worthy of Hymen and the nuptial flame ; Who ioo ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. Who nobly falfe, her father difobey'd, "| And lives in fame's record a glorious maid, l > Thus to her fleeping fpoufe the virgin laid, J AIR III. i. Arife my cleared lord arife , Left endlefs (lumber clofe thine eyes, In one eternal night ! From hands you lead expect the deed ; Then leave this guilty place with fpeed, And urge thy hafly flight. 2d. Ah ! fly my vengeful father's ire, This horrid fccne, thofe fiders dire, In curs'd infernal mood ! Not lions raging o'er their prey, Are half fo fierce, fo fell as they, Befmear'd with human blood. R.ECITATIVE. But I, averfe to give the fatal blow, Bid you begone, and 'fcape the merc'lefs foe. AIR IV. id. My father in anger may load me with chains, Or drive me afar to Numidia's fcorch'd plains, For acting the part of a true, loving wife, In fparing a hufband and ri(king my life. 2d. Then fpeed my dear Lyncetts by night and by day, May Venus fmile on thee, and point out the way 5 May profperous omens thy pafTagc await, And love dill attending make happy thy fate ! CHOHUS 3d. Still kindly remember thy wife's haplefs doom, And pour out thy griefs o'er my fad filent tomb. Anmdel, 1786. ODE BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 101 c$x$x$xg^^ ODE XII. To NEOBULE. Addrejjed to a Young Lady at Boarding School* HAPLESS girl, hard doom'd to pine, Without love, and without wine I Always trembling and in fear, Of a guardian's tongue fevere : But wing'd Cupid rules your heart, "| Heedlefs of Minerva's art, }* Turns your fpindle to a dart. J Hebrus now employs your mind ; HebruS) gentle, brave and kind. None with fuch athletic force, Knows to rein the mettled horfe ; Not Bcllerophon cou'd claim Such dexterity and fame. When from Tiburs yellow waves, "Where his oily fides he laves, In the circus he appears, Stronger than his bold compeers ; Or with rapid fpeed he flies, Wins the race and bears the prize. Now fwift bounding o'er the ground?, With the fatal dart he wounds Stags, that far outftrip the breeze ; Or deep couching 'rnong the trees, Slays the boar by quick furprifc, As in covert fnug he lies. Philadelphia, 1722. ODE 102 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IIL ODE XIII. n the FOUNTAIN of BLANDUSIA. Addr 'efled to the Cool Spring belonging to Governor RoD NEY, Near Dover. O FOUNTAIN ! more tranfparent far Than cryftal ; that of wine, And flowers deferv'ft the nobleft fhare ; A kid whofe horns juft fprouting are, Shall be to-morrow thine. Both love and combats he now feems To meditate in vain ; The wanton, when he little deems, Shall with his crimfon blood, thy ftreams Of icy coldnefs ftain. On thee, the dog-days know not how Their fiery rays to dart : To oxen wearied with the plough, Thou doft thy ftreams refreshing, thou To wand'ring fheep impart. Thou prince of fountains fhall commence, "While I the beach tree iing, Which, lovely for its fhade's defence, Overlooks thofe hollow rocks from whence, Thy pratt'ling waters fpring. ODE XIV. On the Return of AUGUSTUS/** Spain. Paraphrafed on General WASHINGTON'S Return from Virginia. Addr effect to Major -General HENRY KNOX, late Com mander of Artillery, and Secretary at War, New-York. REJOICE, Columbia, for thy fon, As great Alcidcs did of yore, "With laurels crown'd, and fame in battles won, P^eturns victorious from Virginia's fhore : Cornwall** BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 103 Corniuallis vanquifh'd and our country fav'd, The grateful tribute of our joy demands, , On ev'ry heart his name's engrav'd, Long as th' united empire Hands. Chafte M***** (hall embrace her fpoufe, So long detained by war's alarms ; And to the righteous Heaven prefer her vows, | For giving back her hero to her arms. Her v/idow'd * daughter, , beautiful in tears, Shall grace the fcene, and fvvell the thankful train, While aged matrons bent with years, Shall crowd the fupplicated fane. Ye maids in blooming beauty's pride, Ye lovely youths a hopeful race ! Say, not, alas ! your dear eft friends have dy'cl, Nor let a frown of fadnefs cloud your face : This day let mirth alone your fouls employ, Nor, carelefs, drop one inaufpicious word, But join the great eclat of joy, And hail Columbia s valiant lord. Well pleas'd I give each anxious care, To plotting knaves and coward fools, No civil ftrife, or foreign wars I fear, While Waflrington our conq'ring army rules. Boy, bring us oil, and let our heads be crown'd With fragrant wreaths, go tap the fartheft pipe, If fuch a one is to be found, That Tcap'd the plund'ring Britons' gripe. Let Mir a come the feaft to grace, With hair perfum'd in jetty curl ! But mould her porter teaze you with delays, Bid him be damn'd, and leave the faucy churl. T NOTT died about this time. io4 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IIL Now creeping age, with venerable hoar, And fhowy locks o'erfhade my wrinkled brows, With love my bofom beats no more, No more my breaft with anger glows. Such flights I was not wont to bear, When yoimg, I followed Mars' 's trade ; Whenln the field I bore the warlike fpear, The fword, the epaulet and fpruce cockade. 'Philadelphia, 1782. ODE XV. To C H L O R I S, THOU wife of Ilictts, the poor, 'Tis time to give intrigueing o'er, And ceafe to be a common whore, So rueful ! It ill becomes fuch batter'd jades, Now old, and verging to the iliades, To frik about with wanton maids, And youthful* Bright ftars and clouds but ill agree j What fuits the lively Pholoe Believe me Chhris, is in thee Stark madnefs ; Such joys, your daughter may require ; *Tis hers to ftorm the fleeping fquire, While love and wine her foul infpire, With gladnefs* Lcw'd as a goat, fhe roves about, To find her fav'rite cully out : For thee,- thy hands will never fuit The fpinnet. Go BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 105 Go weave ! for nought can e'er beflow, The rofe to bloom, or bid to floAv The fragrant hogfliead, that has no * Thing in it. New- York, 1776. ODE XVI. To MEC-ffiNAS. Addreffed to the Hon. Col. THOMAS RODNEY, Efqitire, Member of Congrefs for the Delaware fate, Poplar Grove, near Dover. A BRAZEN tower, with doors prepared Of mafly fubflance and a guard Of watchful dogs xvithout ; By vain Acrijius were fuppos'd Enough, his Danae (there enclos'd) To fcreen from danger, and gallants keep out. But Venus with a fcornful air, Derides the jealous father's care ; As knowing well, the power Of money nothing couid withftand, That Jove free entrance could command, When metamorphos'd to a golden fhower. Gold will, amid arm'd cent'nels frray, Through rocks, impetuous force its way : And you refift as well A clap of thunder ; love of gain, Caus'd Amphiraus to be ilain, With all the mifchicfs which that houfe befel. The Macedonian prince, the gates Of cities burft, and rival ftates, Embroiling io6 ODES OF HORACE, BOOK III. Embroiling every where, With bribes fubverted ; bribes maintain Their empire o'er the boift'rous main, And rough fea* captains with their baits enfnarc, Of money, the cncreafmrr ftore, Care follows, and a thirft for more. I did, with reafon, dread, Mecanas, thou whofe fhining fame Adds luftre to the equeftrian name ! On high to lift up my confpicuous head. The more a man, himfelf before Denies, of Heaven he'll gain the more. I, renegade forfake The party of the great, that g flows In riches, and myfelf to thofe Who nothing covet, joyfully betake : With this fo mean defpis'd eftate, Of mine, I live more truly great, Than if I could procure, From all thofe lands th' Apulian ploughs Unwearied, in my barn to houfe The vaft increafe, amid abundance, poor. A grove's fweet cover, riv'Iets clear, And fields that fail not ev'ry year, With promis'd wealth to crown My wifhes, me true joys afford ; Joys, to that mighty prince, the lord Of fertile Afric, perfectly unknown. Though no Caiabrian bees, when fprinp; Invites, to me their honey bring ; Though BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 107 Though in my vefTel, no Choice Formian wines a mellowing be, Nor goodly fleeces do for me In rich and fruitful gallic paftures grow : Yet prefiing want is to my door A Granger ; nor fhould I aik more, Would you to give refufe. I, by contracting my defire, A nobler income fhall acquire, Than e'er could flatter my ambitious views 5 Should Phrygian fields to Lydia join Contiguous, and both realms be mine ; To men, that much demand, Will much be wanting. Happy thofe, On whom the all- wife God beftows "What is fufficient, with a fparing hand, ODE XVII. J L I U S LAMIA.. Addrejfed to HENRY WARD, Efq. Governor's Secretary^ Rhode-IJland. FROM Lamus anceftor of kings, ^Elius, thy fplendid lineage fprings ; Whofe name, whofe pedigree and line, Through fame's illuftrious annals fhine : (In pureft ftreams thy blood runs down, From him \vho fllFd the Formian throne ; Who rul'd, where Liris gently pours, And waters fair Marica's fliores.) To-morrow's eaftern ftorms mall fpread The furface of the main with weed ; And through the forefts clam the leaves, Unlefs the aged crow deceives. Then ODES OF HORACE. BOOK ill. Then while you may, pile high the fire, With gen'rous wine, your foul infpire j The fatted fwine propitious flay, And give your flaves an holiday. Camp at White Marfh, 1777. ODE XVIII. To FAUNUS. 'Addreffed to Lieut 'CJT ant-Colonel JOHN FiTZGERALD, dlexandria y Virginia. BRISK Faunus, who loves the gay Naids to chafe ! If yearly to thee, on thy feftival days, % A kid ftain thy altars, and goblets of wine, (To Venus delighting) are pour'd on thy ihrine : And fweet fmelling incenfe with fmoke fills the air, Propitious attend to thy votary's prayer ! *' O'er my fields traverfe gently, my fair funny farm, And kindly defend my young cattle from harm." My flocks lightly gambol along the green plain ; And when cold December returns thee again, To fports and to plays fee the villagers run, Their oxen unyok'd and their labours all done. Among the fierce wolves fee my lambs boldly ftray; The trees leafy honors are ftrew'd in thy way ; The peafant well pleas'd that his work is all o'er, Now fports on the foil that he labour'd before. Arundel, March 12, 1782. ODE XIX. To T E L E P H U S. Addreffed to Major WILLIAM Po P H A M , M. M. Couti- feilor of La < w > New-York. OW many years divide the reign Of Codrus, for his country flaio, From, H BOOK II. ODES OF HORACE. "From Inachus of antient days ; Where rul'd the great ./Eacides : Or when proud Troy to ruin fell By grecian arms, you know to tell. But where to buy the oldeft wine, At whofe expence we next {hall dine ; Who fhall the warming bath prepare, ~J And mitigate the winter's air ? ^ Of thefe, my friend, you ignorant are. j. A glafs to new-born Luna pour, Another to the midnight hour ; A third, is good Murcenas due, Then let the bumpers gaily flow. Let nine our utmoft limits be, But never, never lefs than three ; The bard, mafonic rules will chufe, He drinks a glafs to ev'ry mufe. The grace, with naked fitters join'd, (Left quarrels (hould enflame the mind, And madnefs revel o'er the bowl) To three confines the chearful foul. Why hang the lyre and pipe alone, Nor breathes the flutes melodious tone ? I hate all dull, abftemious flaves, Who niggard do their work by halves. Come fcatter rofes on the floor ! And let our neighbour at next door, (So illy match'd with fuch a fair) Lycus, the doating fumbler hear The table roar with heartfelt joy, And burft with envy at the noiie. Thee, beauteous with thy flowing hair, And bright as vefpers' ruddy ftar, Fair Chloe loves, while hapleis I, For cruel Giycera, continuing die. Arundel, 1787, ODE no ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. '^BjS'vJSi 1 ==- ODE XX. To PYRRHUS. Addreffed to Captain FRANClsREVELEY, of Ma rylaiid. WHAT dangers, Pyyrhus, you attempt, When you would fteal a ly'nefs' whelp ! For foon you fhall the ravifh'd prey releafe And fly inglorious from the place. She with wild fury fparkling in her eye, Through crowds of lovers fliall indignant fly, To feek her fav'rite boy, while you Refign your prey, nor dare to ftand the foe. Or if, with bow, you urge the fight, She whets her dreadful tufks to bite ; And he who fhould confer the doubtful prize, Sits unconcern'd with wandring eyes. His beauteous locks, gay floating in the wind, In wanton ringlets carelefs play behin'd ; Like Nereus, or the lovely boy, Whom Jove convey'd from Idas hills, and Troy. Parfimmon Grove, 1782. 888eK^ ODE XXI. To HIS CASK. Addreffcd to Lieutenant Colonel M. RYAN, Richmond, Virginia, COME, my good cafe of mellow wine, Whofe age exaflly numbers mine, When Maniiits f.U'd the coniul'3 chair ! Whether with ftrife vou pregnant arc, With BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. in V r ith quarrels, or with fportive mirth, Or to impetuous love give birth ; Or free from care, and free from pain, To flumber lull the toper's brain ; Though for fome chofen feftival replete, Thy mailic juice muft flow to grace the treat. Csrviftus, noble friend of mine, Deferves thy fmootheft, richeft wine ; Who, though he reafons o'er the bowl, Yet loves a cup to chear his foul : And Cata's virtue, it is faid, Shone brighter with a glafs of red. You whet the blockhead, and infpire, His fleeping genius, with thy fire ; The grave and wife, unlock their breafts to thce, And fprightly Bacchus fets all fecrets free. You give us hope amid difpair, And footh the wretch oppreft with care : The beggar, when thy influence warms, Nor heeds proud kings' or foldiers' arms. Then Bacchus come, and Venus too ! (If Venus fmiling comes with you) And let the graces, feldom twain, Increafe the joy-infpiring train : The living taper iliall prolong our ft ay, Till orient Phoebus chafe the ftars away. Baltimore, 1785. ODE XXII. To DIANA. MYSTERIOUS queen, who ever loves _ The mountain tops, and breezy groves, Who kindly, when invoiced, removes The teeming matron's pain ! U ii2 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK The pine that fhades my ville, be thine ; And at thy confecrated fhrine, Shall bleed the fide-long wounding fwine, And all thy altars ftain. Clover Hill, April 29, 1781. ODE XXIII. To P H I D Y L E. Addr effect to a Yning Lady, a fanatic of the Metbodijl So-< ciety. IF ruftic Phidylc,} with hands fupine, At each new-moon, her gifts prepare ; If for her houfhold gods flie flays a fwine, And fruits, with incenfe, folemnize the prayer ; No fouthern winds fhall blaft her tender vines, Nor fhall the barren rud her harvefts blight ; Nor rip'ning autumn, as the year declines, With fell difeafe her riling flocks affright. But let thofe herds, devoted to the gods, Who range the groves of fnow-cap'd Algidon j Or crop the grafs in fair Albania's woods, Diftain the pontiff's axe, and fins atone. Nor do the little houfehold gods clefire The fplendid pomp of ilaughter'd facrifice : Some cryftal drops, are all that they require, A crown of myrtle will appeafc the Ikies. If but a little fait, and pious cake, Offer'd by frugal hands, that knov/ no guilt ; The Gods, well-pleas'd, fuch humble gifts will take, When blood of hecatombs is vainly fpih. Amadel, March 15, 1782. ODE BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 113 ODE XXIV. AGAINST MISERS. i Addrejjed to all Speculators, both Civil and Military. THOUGH you the fpicy ftores could boaft, Of fair Arabia's fragrant coaft, Or fam'd Golcondas gems pofleft, Great Hyder's wealth, and all the eaft ; Although you fill the fpacious feas, With ftately domes and palaces : Yet when remorfelefs fate commands, And clinches faft her iron hands, No arts from fear, the timid mind can fave, Or fnatch the feeble body from the grave. Far happier is the Indian's lot, "Who wanders from his wigwam cot ; "Whofe meatlefs grounds each year produce Sufficient corn for nature's ufe ; Then leaves hii fields and fmoaky home, To ferve for thofe who next may come : Stranger to fcience and to fchools, He knows no law but martial rules, And free as air, with tomahawk in hand, Can range the forefts and explore tne land. No arts deftroy the hopeful child, Or venom, by a ftep dame fili'd ; She kindly takes the mother's place, And tends with care the infant race : No wife, prefuming on her dower, AfTumes the man's acknowledg'd power, Nor, vain of beauty and of charms, Receives a ftranger to her arms : Hears with contempt the foul-feducing tale, Nor can the gallant's tender fuit prevail. Far j 14 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. Far difPrent thoughts her bread infpire, She boafts the virtue of her lire, Which has from ages, taintlefs flood, And fvvells the current of her blood. No other portion fhe inherits Buft chaftity and all its merits ; With modeft face, and honell heart, She fhuns the fly feducer's art, Regards no bleffing like a fpotlefs name, And fudden dea,th prefers, to certain fhame. Where is the patriot fam'd for peace, Who dares bid civil difcord ceafe ? If he would wiih to carve his name On pedeftals of endlefs fame , That future times may found his praife, Let him the feeds of vice erafe : The caufe removM th' effects are o'er, And civil ftrife fhall be no more. Then (hall our riflng children, one and all^ Him, Mighty Father cf his Country, call. Though living worth neglected lies, Conceal'd in envy's black difguife, We afterwards lament it fled, And mourn each honor'd patriot dead. But, what do fad complaints avail, Since juftice holds, in vain, the fcale ? Shrinks from the charge, as if afraid, And lets the villain 'fcape her blade : What then are laws, but pageantry of ftate, Unleis to awe the guilty and the great ? Since neither Guinea s burning coaft, Or Zemlla y bound in fnows and froft, Can fright the merchant from the feas, Or cure his fordid avarice. 'Tis poverty, ah, dire difgracc ! Stiil urpes on the vicious race \ T' accumulate BOOK III. ODES CF HORACE. 115 T" accumulate the glitt'ring ftore, "We tempt all dangers o'er and o'er, Tor that, the paths of honefty we fly, And fhun the road that leads us to the iky. Then let our fordid wealth be laid On freedoms flirine, fhe calls for aid ; Beftow it in our country's caufe, The world {hall greet us with applaufe : Or plunge beneath th' Atlantic flood That curfed bane to every good. But, if remorfe our bofoms {hare, Uprooted then, the evil tear : Let manly exercife our youth infpire, And virtuous ientiments their genius fire. But, now each fop, elate with pride, Is ignorant, e'en how to ride ; "Would fooner fit confmYl in ftocks, Than mount the fteed to hunt the fox : The cards and dice his fancy draw, And ev'ry vice forbid by law : The * cannon-game he knows full well, Yet cannot read, nay, cannot fpell : !an break a lamp, or ftorm a peaceful door, tavern bilk, and difcipline a whore. Mean time, old Square-Toes gathers pelf, And ftarves his family and felf ; Purfues each trade, though contraband, "Will turn to ev'ry art his hand, Would cheat his partner, hoft, or friend, For this unworthy heir to fpend : But, though his wealth, ill-gotten, lies In fplendid heaps to feaft his eye*!, One jewel frill he wants to crown the whole, Content of mind and innocence cf foul. ODE * A gs;tT>e a t biliiarJs p'ayeJ with three tails. 1 1 <$ ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. CJ^PC^ ODE XXV. To BACCHUS. AddreJJed to FRANCIS JOHNSTON, Efqnire, late Colonel Commandant in the army 9 Receiver Goneral of the Land" Office- Philadelphia. AY, whither docs the godhead hurry me, Full of thy raving Deity ? Through what iiquefterd grove, . Or darkfome cavern muft I rove, With Bacchanalian rage infpir'd, Such rage as ne'er before my bo (bin iir'd ? From what lone grotto (hall I raife My voice, in mighty Ctefar's praife ; Piefplendant, fhining 'mong the flars above, And join'd in council with almighty Jove ? A lofty theme, my lyre would chufe, Untouch'd by any other daring Mufe. Starting from fleep, fwift o'er the mountain's height, The mad'ning prieftefs takes fcer flight : With wonder views the Thracian fnows, And where the frigid Hebrtis flows, And Rhodope his tow'ring head difplaysj Where rude Barbarians dance to ruder lays. Like her, my raptur'd foul would fondly rove O'er cliffs, and pierce the folitary grove. thou, who rul'ft the frantic Naid train ! Who, fir'dbythee, Tear from the ground th j uprooted tree, Nor dart the quiv'ring javelin in vain ! No common founds reverberate from my firing, All is fublime, immortal that I fing. " In great attempts, 'tis glorious e'en to fall,'* 1 follow boldly, at great Bacchus'* call : What dangers can my foul difmay, When you, crown'd with the blufhing grape point out Arundd, March I 5, 1782. [the way. ODE BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 117 ODE XXVI. To VENUS. PARAPHRASED. \ T 71TH laurels crown'd and juft applaufe, ^ * A veteran in beauty's caufe, My conquefts, arms, and harp I yield, And ever ufelefs quit the field. Incapable of amours now, Before thy ihrine, I humbly bow ; Since fprightly manhood, time deftroys^ And nips the vigour of our joys ; Attend fweet Paphian Deity, O ! grant this prayer before I die ! Let haughty Chloe feel thy arm, Difrobe her face of ev'ry charm ; Inflame her foul with lewd defires, And never quench her letch'rous fires, Curfe her with war.tonefs in years, Diftract her mind with hopes and fears : Humble the coquette to a bawd, That I thy goodaefs may applau'cl. New-Caftle, 1773. ODE XXVII. To GALATEA. T ET horrid omens on the guilty wait, &_^ The rav'ning fox, the fierce Lanuvian wolf, The pregnant bitch, and noify chatt'ring jay ConJpire to terrify his foul. Let ferpents, fwift as arrows, fide long pafsj And make his ftced, afFrightcJ, fly the way. For lu whole breait no confcious terror knows, Should never daub: the fmiling Ikies. When nS ODES* OF HORACE. BOOK III. When orient Phoebus puints the glowing eaft, I'll hail the raven e'er he fpeeds his flight To lazy ponds, and bid the crow forbear To croak impending winds and rain. May Galatea ev'ry bleffing meet, Where'er me goes ; yet mindful of her friends , For now no boding pye,- or vagrant crow, Obftrucls her paffage o'er the main. Yet fee what ftorms Orion's fitting ftar Portends ! too well the treach'rous windc I know Have felt the fury of their rending blufts, And all the rage of Adria. But may the wives and children of our foes, When black'ning feas and fouthern tempefts rife, Difplay their canvafs to the driving wind That lafh the billows on the fhore. When on the fnow- white bull Europa rode, Nor knew that Jove's imperial back fhe pi eft, The vent'rous maid beheld, with pale furprife, The rolling monfters of the deep. 'Twas late fhe travers'd o'ei the flow'ry meads, And pluck'd fweet garlands for her fifter nymphs, Now {lie beholds nought but the gloomy waves Around, and t\v inkling ftars above. Soon as fhe reach'd the fliore, where proudly rile An hundred cities, thus the maid exclaims, " O ! my loft fire ! O, daughter moft undone ! By this accurfed paffion loft ! From whence ? or where ? and can one death atone For crimes like mine ? a virgin's tainted fame f Or do I waking thus deplore my fault ? Or does a vain delufive dream, 'Efcap'd the iv'ry gate of genth ficep, Deceive my thought, and whifper I am pure ? Ah ! why did i the flow'ry me:ds fovfoke And trull to faithkfs feas my life ? O ! who will give this mor.fter to my power, That in my r.icre I uv.iy dcftroy that form, And BOOK III. ODES ofr HORACE. i And break thofe fliining horns, which late, alas ! Infpir'd with horrid love my foul ? Abandon'd wretch, my houfhold gods I fly, Abandon'd live, yet tremble at the grave { O, mighty Gods ! attentive hear my cries, This naked flefh let lions tear ! E'er on my face deforming wrinkles fpread, Or meagre palenefs wafte my youthful bloom, While on my cheeks the blufliing rofes glow, Let hungry tygers lick my blood. Methiaks I hear my abfent father fay, ' >s Make hafte, unhappy wretch to meet thy fate 5 That bending a(h a pendant death will give, Thy girdle can fupply a noofe : Or if thou lift, rufh headlong from the fteep, And fearlefs dare the pointed rocks below, Plunge in the gulph, there expiate thy crimes, Nor meanly live a foreign (lave, A fordid whore to fome Barbarian lord, Whole veins nowboaft the blood of mighty kings." While thus fhe rav'd, the queen of foft defires, And Cupid, with his bow unbent, AddrefTed the fair j firft tamper'd with her grief, Then bid her rage no more ; for foon, fhe cries^ This hated bull whofe horns you wifh to tear, Shall quiet to thy mercy yield. Forego thy fighs, for thou art wife to Jove ; Then learn thy mighty deftiny to bear : The nobleft part of this terreftial world, Shall glory in Europe?* name. Arundel, 1782. ODE 120 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK HI. ODE XXVIII. To LTD E. Imitated. A ddr effect to the Honorable Colonel SAM U EE WYLLIS, Hartford, Connecticut. HOW can you better pafs the day Than tune the merry vocal lay, And tap the fartheft barrel ? That calk, whofe date upon the hoop, Plainly records, our foes did ftoop, When France efpous'd our quarrel. But let us in our cups be wife, As well as merry, I'd advife, Nor de leant on the times : But leave our betters to themfelves And never be fuch fooliih elves, To prate on ftatefmen's crimes. See, how the fun drives tow'rd the weft, Come, fir, prepare the jovial feaft, And fpread the plenteous board ; Bring out your beef and fatted capon, Your Gloiler cheefe and Kentifh bacon, Explore each fecret hoard. And Tom fhall dance, and Poll fhall fing, With loud huzzas the hall fhall ring, And nought but mirth be feen ; We'll drown our forrows, banifh care, We'll bid adieu to dull defpair, And melancholy fpleen. From elbow-chair, you plac'd upon, Shall toaft our fav'rite Wafiington^ Pleas'd with this wifh'd for motion, That Howe, and all his bloody train Of Britijh rogues, were fafe again, On th' other fide the ogvan. ODE; BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 121 ODE XXIX. To MEG -/EN AS, I. ENNOBLED by the blood of ancient kings, < Which undenTd from fair Etruria fprings Sco3*n not my humble fare to tafte, But come, my lord, to grace the feaft. . A eafk that never felt the broach, Impatient waits for thy approach : Already I the wreath prepare, Of blooming rofes to adorn thy hair : For thee, my fragrant oil fhall flow ? And all its fweet Erluvia beftow : II. Then break away from ev'ry joy, That Tibur's marfhy profpcct yields, Or ^Efula's declining fields : To day let other thoughts your mind employ : Nor always view the mountain's airy pride Of impious Telagon the Parafide. III. From thy too cloying plenty hafte, And. entertainments that afford no tafce : Thy palace leave that feems to bruili the clouds, The fplendid domes that proudly rife, And vainly emulate the Ikies : Forego the inceflant noife of prefiing crowds, Th' eternal buz of merchandize and care, The fmoaky town and its corrupted nh*. The country cot, and homely treat, ""] Where ev'ry di(h is plain and neat Have fgmetimes plcas'U the wealthy great. Where 122 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IIT. Where no gay purple, brilliant as the morn, Or gaudy carpeting the floors adorn, But peace with poverty combin'd, Smooths the rough brow of care, and calms the mind. V. Now Cepl:eus rifes in the northern iky, The firian ftar Barks from afar ; The fun is in the Lion mounted high, And each returning day, He fends abroad his Icorching beams, Burns vip the ground, and dries the languid flreams, With his too fervid ray. VI. The fbepherd now with heat opprefr, Unable to fuilain the fiery fhock, Flies to the river with his fainting flock ; While other Sy Ivans from the glades, Retiring, ftek the breezy fhades, And court the tranquil fcene of reft. Its banks the lilent water laves, While not a bieath of wind curls o'er the waves, VII. But you the public good alone can fix, Forever plung'd in P.oman politics. With watchful care you patient wait The movements of each foreign ftate ; What Eactrlan Cyrus threatens from afar, And where the premeditate the war ; What Scyihlnfis do, who dwell on Tanaii flood, Or fierce Sarmat'ians^ prodigal of blood. VIII. " The wary Gods lock up in cells of night Future events, and laugh at mortals here, If they to pry into 'cm take delight, If they too much prefurae, or too much ficar. O, min \ BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. 123 O, man ! for thy fhort fpace below, Enjoy thyfelf, and what the Gods beftow. IX. Unequal fortunes here below are fhar'd, Life to a river's courfe may juftly be compar'd ; Sometimes within its bed, Without an angry curl or wave, From the fpring head It fmooth meanders to its wat'ry grave : Then unawares, upon a fudden rain, It madly overflows the neighb'ring plain: It ploughs up beauteous ranks Of trees, that {haded and adorn'd its banks: Overturns houfes, bridges, ^ocks, Drowns fhepherds and their helplefs flocks : Horror and death rage all the valley o'er, The forefts tremble, and the mountains roar." X. That mortal who can truly fay, Let morning come, for I have liv'd to day : The prefent moment I have made my own, That man is bleft, and he alone : Who cares not whether ftorms arife, Or lucid fun beams guild the Ikies : 'Tis all the fame, I ne'er repine, The joys I have pofTeft are mine : } In fpite of Jove I've had my hour, What's paft, is far beyond the Godhead's power. XI. : Fortune, made up of toys and impudence, That common jade, that has not common fenfe j But fond of buflnefs, infolently dares Pretend to rule, and fpoils the world's affairs ; She, flutt'ringup and down, her favors throws ~] On the next met, not minding what flie does, Nor why, or whom {he helps cr injures, knows. J Sometimes 24 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK III. Sometimes (lie fmiles then like a fury raves, And feldom truly loves, but foojs or knaves, Let her love wh >m he pleafe, I fcorn to woo her ; While fhe ftays with me, I'll be civil to her 5 But, if fhe offers once to move her wings, I'll fling- her back all her gay-gew gaw things ; And, arm'd with virtue, will more glorious ftand, Than if the b h ftill bow'd at my command ; I'll marry honefty, though ne'er fo poor, Rather than follow fuch a dull, blind w e. XII. Though the maft groans beneath the florin, And howls the raging wind ; I make no vows in lamentable form, Or ftrive to bribe the billows to be kind, To fave from wreck my precious wealth and me, Nor add more treafures to the infatiate fea. XIII. E'en then, within my little bark I'll ride, And fafely ftem the dangers of the tide, Though tempefts foam and ocean raves, Ca/tor lhall bear me o'er the waves ; Pollux fhall gather cv'ry gentle gale* Smooth the rough feas and fwell the Spreading fale. Camp at Kingfbridgc, 1776. ODE XXX. To MELPOMENE. Addrefled to Lieutenant-Colonel ELEAZER O SWA L D, of tie American Artillery* A MONUMENT I've rais'd that fhall furpafs. In fir in duration, one of folid brafs , Higher than Egypt's pyramid that flands, "With tow'ring pride, the work of kingly hands, Unrnov'd BOOK III. ODES OF HORACE. Unmov'd it fhall outbrave the wafting rain, "While feeble north winds threaten it in vain : The countlefs years, and whirling time may fly ; Yet this ftands faft and claims eternity. I will not wholly die ; for fame fhall fave My nobler part, and refcue from the grave j While mitred priefts the Capitol afcend, And vcftal maids the filent pomp attend, Where down Ofacto rolls his rapid ftream, And humbler waters, known by Daunus' name^ Who o'er a warlike people fix'd his throne, There fhall my fame to lateft time be known : While future ages fhall the bard admire, * Who tun'd to Grecian founds the Roman lyre* Then, Mufe, aflume the merit juiHy thine, And for my brows a wreath of laurel twine. Spotfwood, June, 1778. * Horace might very juftly claim the pre-eminence, as there were but very few lyric poets among the antients : The Greeks could only boaft of nine that were famous : Namely, Pindar, Alcxus, Sappho, Stefichorus, Ibicus^ Baccbilides, SimoniJes, Alcmoen, and the merry Anacreon : Among the Ro mans, Horace was the prince, and almoft the only one, Though Chap, i, L. 10, adds Ceejius Bajfus to him. End .of the Third Book. ODES o D E O F HORACE BOOK IV. ADDRESSED to his EXCELLENCY MAJOR GE NERAL WILLIAM SMALLWOOD, GOVERNOR of the STATE of MARYLAND. O D E I. To V E N U S. jiddreffed to MARIA* LEST with a long and happy peace, The queen of love again difturbs my eafe ; Confum'd by years, my vigor loft, Since lovely Cynera my foul engrofs'd : Fierce mother of the loves forbear, And fpare my feeble age, ah ! Venus fpare ! But go and fpread thy foft delights Where beauty calls and fprightly youth invites. To Paulus drive thy purple doves, He richly merits all thy kindeft loves. His birth fo noble, and his mind To ev'ry gen'rous fentiment inclin'd. By him thy empire (hall increafe, A perfect maftcr of polite addrefs. Y When 128 ODES OF HOPiACE. BOOK IV. When by thy aid he {hall remove All rivals, who with coftly bribes make love ; A marble ftatue for his fake. Of thee, fliall glitter near th* Albanian lake. " Thither the filver, founding lyres Shall call the fmiling loves, and young dcflres ; There ev'ry grace and Mufe fliall throng, Exalt the dance, or arfhnate the fong ; There youths and nymphs in confort gay, Shall hail the rifing, clofe the parting day. With me, alas ! thofe joys are o'er ; For me the vernal garlands bloom no move I Adieu ! fond hope of mutu il fire, The ftill believing, ftill rcnew'd clefire. Adieu ! the heart expanding bowl, And all the kind deceivers of the foul ! But why ? ah tell me, ftill to dear ! Steals down my cheek th' involuntary tear ?" A Or why thus faulter on my tongue, The words which once harmonious pour'd along ? Swift through the fields and flowing ftreams, I follow thee in viilonary dreams," Now, now I fieze, and cla^p thy charms, And now you burft, ah ! cruel from iny arms. A v ODE II. To ANTON1US IULUS. THE PRAISES OF PINDAR. dddrcffed to the Reverend WILL i AM SMITH, D. D. Prove/? of Wafnngton College. Pindar is- mil ir.l Ic /y none ; 7hf Thcenix Pindar ts a vafi fpectes alone. Co \VLEY. who to PinJar's vaft, exalted height, "Jj_ With fruidcfs emulation, fain would foar, With danger ftrives ; and tempts the arduous flight, Like Icarus who left the friendly fhore : On BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. i2( On waxed pinions fecks precarious fame, And finking headlong, gives the feas a name. * Like a great river ru filing from the brow Of fome fteep mountain, fwoln with mighty rains 5 Scorns in its old, accuftom'd tract to flow, But burfts its metes, and deluges the plains : So, godlike Pindar pours the enraptur'd lay, Copious and ftrong, majeftic rolls away ! To him Apollo yields the laurelPd bays, Whether in new-form'd words, he fweeps along His daring verfe, or in more founding lays, Thunders fublime in dithyrambic fong, Impetuous and vaft : His fearlefs mind By flavifh laws, and numbers unconfin'd. Whether the Heavens : TV immortal Gods he fings, (Not more immortal than his lofty ftrain !) Of heroes, or of Heav'n defcened kings, Of tyrants vanquifh'd, or of monfters flam ; Who gave the Centaurs a deferved death, And quench'd the dread Chimera's flaming breath : t O* * The Reverend Mr. Jofeph IVarton, the elegant translator of Virgil, in hio ode occasioned by reading Dr. Waft's tranflation of Pindar has the following beautiful imitation of this paffage and alfoborrows from T/jompfon's fublime defcription of the Oronoque, Orellana, and Plata, American rivers. In roaring cataracts down Ande^ channel'd fteeps, Mark how enormous Orellana fweeps ! Monarch of mighty floods ! Supremely ftrong, Foaming from cliff to cliff he whirls along, Swoln with an hundred hills' collected fnows : Thence over namelefs regions widely flows, Round fragrant ifies, and citron groves, V/here ftill the naked Indian roves, And fafely builds his leafy bow'r, From flavery far, and curft Iberian po^-er; So rapid Pindar flows. O parent of the r : . - Let me forever thy fweet fons adir/.rc ! Oaz,iU;it Greece! 1 30 , ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. f- Or thofe on whom the Olympic palm beftcw'd, Exulting, glory in a victor's name, $ Wreftler, or horfe : He lifts him to a God, And by his vcrfe confers eternal fame : A fame fo great his deathlcfs verfes give, As {hall a thoufand images outlive. Or whether mourning in majeftic grief ; Some noble youth who in the conteft fell ; Torn from the arms of a defponding wife, And, pleas'd, upon his many virtues dwell : Snatch'd from the tomb, he bears his name on To fhine above, and blazon in the Iky. On many a wind upborne, the Theban fwan Safe in his ftrength of wing the Heav'n exploies ; Aloft on curling clouds, he fcorns the plain, And through the tracftlefs void, fecurely foars : While, like the toiling bee, my humble flight Still loves the ground, nor tempts the dang'rous height. With ceafelefs wing from flow'r to flow'r I rove, Whatever fweets the frefh'ned meadows yield j The thymy copie I rob, the blooming grove, From all, with pain, my little {lores are fill'd, Haply from thefe, at fome propitious time, The Mufe collects her fong, and no ungrateful rhyme. Not fuch the lay, but nobler far attends Cfcfar triumphant up the facred hill j When in flow majefty his car afcends, And drags the chain'd Sycambrian at his wheel. Thcfe f Hiero and Theron. \ Mr. Congreve, in his Pindaric Ode to the Lord Trcafurer fpe. iking of the Mufe of Pindar has the above paffage in view when he fays: now, fhe loves aloft to found The m~n for more than mortal deeds renown'd : ?.non her theme, (he takes delight . -vsl'd hoffe to praife, and (ing his rapid flight. BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 131 Thefe themes, my friend, thy bolder notes demand, The lyre of lulus, and a matter hand. Than whom, no greater blefling can be know, Lov'd by the Parcse j favorite of Heaven ! The Gods could ne'er a nobler boon beftow Than warlike Cce/ar, to our empire giv'n, Though backward, time his pafling wheels had roll'd, And bleft mankind with Saturn's age of gold. The Mufe of Antony {hall beft difplay Our various joy, when Rome receives her lord, The pompous facrifice, the feftal day, The votive games, for Cafar fafe reftor'd : He comes ! at once contentious difcords ceafe, Hufh'd is the forum, and the bar at peace, That day, though all too weak my voice will I Exulting ftrive to reach the victor's ear, For, who can then reftrain the fwelling joy ? Or the tumultuous fhout in iilence hear ! IO ! aufpicious hour ! hail welcome morn ! Hail to the fun ! and Ccsfar^s wifh'd return. Now the big pomp, flow-moving floats along ; The fons of Rome, unnumber'd pour behind ; Loud fhouts of joy refound from evVy tongue, And long triumphal lo's load the wind. On to the temples prefs the grateful train, An hundred altars blaze, and hecatombs are flain. For thee, ten votive bulls, as many cows, Shall bleed to grace thy Iplendid facrifice, One calf alone, my little flock allows, As tribute due to the indulgent ikies : Juft from its mother wean'd the youngling roves, Or crops the grafs amid the breezy groves. His 132 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. His budding horns juft fprouting o'er his brow, Now (hew like Luna rifing to our fphere "When three days old, with iilver-crefcent bow : No fpots upon his beauteous hide appear, Save one white mark, that on his forehead fiiines, The reft all ye/hiv, as the golden mines. ODE III. To MELPOMENE. Addrcffed to M. N. VK7HOM thou'ft infpirM, ccleftial maid ! * And on his birth hath kindly fmiPd, No fiercer joys his breaft invade, But all is calm, fersne and mild. He ne'er defires a victor's place, Nor mixes in the ilimian games 5 Nor, proudly in the chariot race, Immortal trophies ever claims. He ne'er adorn'd with conq'ring bays, Shall ftdnd amid th' admiring throng, Nor ever with fublimeft praife, Be ftar'd at, as he goes along. But where the fertile Tibur glides, 'Mong fhady groves and verdant plains ; He there (hall charm the lift'ning tides, And chaunt the iweet ^Eolian {trains. The noble Roman's me have plac'd Among the tuneful choir, a bard ; Have with eternal honors grac'd, And ftill continue '.o regard. O thou ! BOOK IV. CDE3 ot HORACE. 133 O thou ! who tun'ft my golden lyre ! Who, when thou pleafeft, can with cafe, The finny race with notes infpire, That like the dying fwan fliall pleafe ! To thee, O Mufe ! I owe this .praife, Thy favor all thefe gifts beftows ; That wond'ring crowds wi'h pleafure gaze, And cry " fee there the Roman poet goes. ODE IV. THE PPvAISES OF DPOJSUS. Addreffed to Ciloncl WAS KTNCTGX, of tie 'American Light Cavalry. AS t T he wing'd minifter of thuncl'ring Jovt, To whom he gave his dreadful bolts to bear, Faithful * affiftant to his mafter's love, King of th 2 wand'ring nations of the air, Yv'licn balmy breezes fan'cl the vernal fky, On doubtful pinions left his parent ncil, In flight efiays., his growing force to try, While inborn courage fir'J his genVous breafc : Then darting with impetuous fury do'vn, The flocks he flaughter'd, an nnpractic'd foe ; Now his ripe valour to perftccion grcwn, The fcaly fnake r.ncl creited dragon know ' Or as a Lion's youthful progeny, Wean'd from his fava^e dam and milky food, Ths grnzing kid beholds with fearful eye, Doom'd firit to ilain his tender fangs in blood. Such * In the ra->? of Ga^-.trcde, v/ho w.is cr.r:IcJ v.p to "Jipitcy by an eagl-:, accovdi-g o }; poetical iiii'.i.ry^ 134 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. Such Drufusy young in arms, his foes beheld, The Alpine Rhaeti, long unmatched in fight ; So were their hearts with abject terror quell'd, So funk their haughty fpirits at the fight. Tam'd by a boy, the fierce Barbarians find How guardian prudence guides the youthful flame, And how great Ccefar's fond, paternal mind Each gen'rous Nero forms to early fame ! A valliant fon fprings from a valiant fire : Their race by mettle, fprightly courfers prove : Nor can the warlike eagle's active fire, Degenerate to form the tim'rous dove. But education can the genius raife, And wife inftructions native virtue aid ; Nobility without thefe is difgrace, And honor is by vice to fhame betrayM. Let red Metaurus ftain'd with Punic blood, Let mighty Afdrubal iubdu'd, confefs How much of empire and of fame is ow'd, By thee, O Rome \ to the Neronian race. Of this be witnefs that aufpicious day, Which after a long, black tempeftuous night, Firft ftnii'd on Latium with a milder ray, And chear'd our drooping hearts with dawning light} Since the dire Jfrican with watchful ire, Rode o'er the ravag'd towns of Italy, As through the pine trees flies the raging fire, Or Eurus o'er the vex'd Sicilian fea. From this bright sera, from this profp'rous field, The Roman glory dates her rifing pow'r; From hence 'twas given her conq'ring fwords to wield, Raife her fall'n Gods, and ruin'd fhrines reflore. Thus BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 135 Thus Hannibal at length difpairing fpoke : " Like ftags to rav'nous wolves an eafy prey, Our feeble arms a valiant foe provoke, Whom to elude and 'fcape were victory ; A dauntlefs nation, that from Trojan fires, Hoftile Jufonia, to thy deftin'd fhore, Her gods, her infant fons and aged lires Through angry feas, and adverfe tempefts bore* As on high Algldus the fturdy oak, Whofe fpreading boughs the axe's fharpnefs feels^, Improves by lofs, and thriving with the ftroke, Draws health and vigor from the wounding fteel. Not Hydra fprouting from her mangled head, So tir'd the baffled force of Hercules, Nor Thebes > nor Colchis fuch a monfter bred, Pregnant of ills, and fam'd for prodigies. Plunge her in ocean like the morning fun, Brighter fhe rifes from the depths below : To earth with unavailing ruin thrown, Recruits her ftrength, and foils the wond'ring foe. Ah ! now no more my haughty mefienger Shall bear the joyful tale of victory : Loft, loft is all our long renown in war ! With AJdrubal our hopes and fortune die \ What fhall the Claudian valour not perform, Which powers divine guard with propitious care, Which wifdom ftears through all the dang'rous ftorm, Through all the rocks and fhoals of doubtful war ?" 3 ODE 136 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. 868830ragB88>^^ ODEV. To AUGUSTUS. Addreffed to Ins Excellency BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Efq. Minifter Plenipotentiary at the Court of Verfailles> C5V. &c. O! Born beneath the fmiles of Heav'n, Propitious to our country giveA ! Offspring of Gods ? from Rome, why this delay ? Why thus beyond the promised period ftay ? The fenate for thy abfence mourn, And ardent wait thy wifli'd return. Return brave prince, reftore the light, Come diflipate this tedious night ! For like the fpring thy countenance difplays Reviving luitre with its chearing rays ; Each day on pleafure's pinion flies, And fairer fun-beams gild the ikies. * As the fond mother waits her fon Afar on feas tempeftuous borne, Detained by winds beyond the prorpis'd year, And wails his abfence with parental tear Nor from the fhores averts her eyes, But with her prayers invokes the fkics : With vows afiails the powers above, And all the planets as they move To give her back her long-loft, abfent fon : So we with loyal hearts thy abfence mourn : Thus Romans wifh to fee reftor'd, Their mighty prince, their gracious lord. Safe from all harms the cattle graze, While Cccfar's prefence guards the place, Her BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 137 % Her numVous bleffings fruitful Ceres yields, The fmiling harvefts crown our fertile fields : No ftorms infeft th' inconftant main 5 And faith and virtue jointly reign. No rapes invade the marriage bed, While vice from juftice veils her head, The child is by the confcious father known, Tke parents' virtues mark the ruing fon : And Cce/ar** chafte example frees From punifhments and crimes like thefe. Who fhall the diftant Parthian fear, Or Scythians freezing fons revere ? Or hoftile Germans terrible in fight ? Whofe favage bands in bloody fields delight : Or who regards the Spanifh foe, While Ccefar lives and reigns below ? In fafety toils the lab'ring hind And joins the widow'd elm and vine ; Till Phoebus lets beneath the verdant hills, Then to thy health the fmiling goblet fills, With wine he crowns the fleeting hours, To Ccefar and his guardian powers. To thee our facred fongs we owe ; For thee the plenteous bumpers flow : And fondly with our houfhold gods ador,e, With equal praife, Auguftus 1 guardian power : As antient Greece transferred to fame, Her Cci/lor, and Alcides* name. Long may you live to blefs the flate, Your exit to the fides be late ! Return brave prince, and with you bring along A lafting feftival to grateful Rome : Thefe are our wifhes when we wake, And when we midnight bumpers take. Dover, 178'. ODE I3 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV, * ODE VII. To TORQUATUS. Imitated. Addrejjeed to the Hon. JOHN ViNiNG, Efq. Member of Congrefs for the Delaware State. THE fnow's difTolv'd, and now the zephyrs breeze With verdant leaves o'ertops the lofty uees, The painted meads their annual green refume, And the gay daify breathes a fweet perfume. The fpring advancing, hoary frofts conclude, And earth rejoices in viciffitude. The ftreams that once ungovern'd tis'd to go, In their due bounds, ferenely placid flow. The nymphs m dance the jocund Mufes join, And all to hail the beauteous fpring combine ; Wifh not, my friend, immortal life to gain, The days, the hours, both prove your wiflies vain.,, The hoary frofts, and winter's fierceft rage, The ioothing zephyrs of the fpring arluage ; Then fhort-liv'd fummer yellows o'er the fields, Pomiferous autumn next its products yields, Then in its turn the winter reigns again, And with its frofts, bewhitens ev'ry plain. This lofs to Heaven the hafty moons repair, At the return of each fucceeding year. But when we mortals doom'd to die fhall go, To feek jEneas in the realms below ; With wealthy Tullus> and with Ancus juft, We are but lhadows, and at beft but duft. Who can be fure to fee to-morrow's light, . Or e'en to live till the approach of night : Your great eftates and all your hoarded care, Shall once be fnatch'd by your too greedy heir ; When you're condemn'd to your eternal home, And Minos judge of all, has pafs'd your doom ! No * For the 6th Ode vide Secular Foern. BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 139 No birth can bring you back, no pious fenfe, Nor e'en the moft perfuafive eloquence. Not e'en Diana could the fates deprive, And make her dear Hypolitus revive, Nor Thefeus felf, Perithous regain, From tyrant death's all- captivating chain. fi$X$X$X^^ ODE VIII. To CENSORINUS. Addreffedto the Honorable DAVID RAMSEY, Efq. M. D. late Chairman ofCongrefr, Charlejlon, South-Carolina. W n AS I in ftatuary ikill'd As Scopes ; or had I excell'd In paints and colours, as we're told The great Parrhaftus did of old, Expert, with niceft fimetry, To form a man or Deity : There's not a friend of mine fhould want, A bowl, a tripod, or a faint : Such prefents as the Grecians gave, Juft tribute to their heroes brave. But I, alas ! have not the power, And you poflefs, nor wifh for more. The joys of verfe, are your delight, You know their worth, and I can write 5 For you, a poem I intend, The beft of critics, but a friend. Not marble, which the public raife, Engrav'd with emblematic praife, By which again the life returns, And triumphs o'er the filent urns ; Nor Hannibal, though once fo flout, With coward fvviftnefs put to rout 5 Nor Carthage wrap'd in hofcile flame, From whence great Scipio took his name, Caa 140 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. Can ne'er that hero's glory fhew, As the Calabrian Mules do. If poetry her help denies, ' Your merit unrewarded dies. Who had Rome's mighty founder known, Though fprung from Mars and Ilia's fon ; If envious filence had conceal'd Thofe glories that are now reveal'd ? The poet's lays, and matchlefs Ikill, Snatch'd ^Eacus from Styx and Hell ; And plac'd him where he peaceful reigns O'er blifsful illes and happy plains. While poets fing, no hero dies, The Mufe exalts him to the ikies : Thus great Alcidcs fits above, And quaffs the netar'd bowl with Jove . The 7 brother-ftars, now kindly, fave The veflel from the ftormy wave : And vine-crown'd Bacchus with fuccefs, Rewards his praying votaries. Arundel, November 23, 1783. ODE IX. To LOLLIUS. Imitated Addreffed to Us Excellency BENjAMlNpRANK- LIN, Efquire, L. L. D. F. R. S. Minifter Plenipo tentiary from the United States to the Court of Ver- failles, &c. &c. LEST you fhould think that verfe fliall die, Which founds the filver Thames along, Taught on the wings of truth to fly Above the reach of vulgar fong : Though BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 141 Though daring Milton fits fublime, In Spencer , native mufes play ; Nor yet fhall Waller yield to time, Or penfive Coiuley's moral lay. Sages and chiefs long fince had birth Ere Ccefar was, or Newton nam'd ; Thofe rais'd new empires o'er the earth, And thefe new Heavens and fyftems fram'cU Crofvenor was not the only fair By an unlawful paffion fjr'cl ; Who, the gay trappings and the hair Of a young royal fpark adrmVd. Eugene and Marllro\ with their hoft Were not the firft in battle fam'd : Columbia more wars could boaft, Ere mighty Wajhington was nanv d. Before this weftern world was fought, Heroes there were who for their wives, Their children, and their country fought, And bravely facrific'd their lives. Vain was the chiefs, the fage's pride, They had no poet and they di'd : In vain they fchem'd, in vain they bled, They had no poet and are dead. What difference then can virtue claim From vice, if it oblivious lie ? While I can ring your fpotlefs name, Your worthy deeds {hall never die. Nor fhall oblivion's livid power Your patriotic toils conceal : Alike in good, or adverfe hour, A patron of the common-weal. Forever ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV Forever faithful and fincere, Your hands from gilded baits are free ; The public villain ftands in fear You fhould perpetual conful be. The knave poiTeft of fhining pelf, Can never fway your honeft choice ; For juftice, emblem of yourfelf, Exalts above the rabble's voice. Nor can we rank him with the bleft, To whom large ftores of wealth are giv'n ; But him, who or enough poffeft, Knows how t' enjoy the gifts of Heav'n. Who poverty ferenely bears, With all the plagues the Gods can fend ; Who death to infamy prefers, To fave his country or his friend. Dover, 1781. ^:M*****^ ODE X. To LIGURINUS. Imitated AdAre/ed to Mtfs M N . TELL me, Maria, tell me why, A lovers kind embrace you fly, Deriding Strephorfs pains ? In fpite of pride, that power will fall, By which new lovers you enthrall, To ftarve them in their chains. Confider lovely, cruel girl, That face though fair, too foon will fpoil And BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 143 And ev'ry charm decay ; Though now you boaft the vermil rofe, That in your cheeks with blufhes glows, That rofe fhall fade away. If to the glafs with fad defpair, You turn that face, no longer fair, How juftly may you cry ! Why was I once fo wond'rous coy, Or why fo transient was the joy Of beauty, born to die ? O D E XI. To P H Y L L I S. . A CASK nine years old of dlbanean juice, "j I have, my dear Phyllis, referv'd for thyufe, ^ And parfley for chaplets my gardens produce. J . To deck thy gay trefles, the ivy entwines ; With {liver my dwelling refplendantly fhines ; My altar with chafte, holy vervain is bound, And prompt for the knife the young victim is crown'd. My boys and my girls here and there bufy run ; No hands I have idle, the work is begun : To drefs the gay banquet is now all their care, While fmoke in dark volumes is rolPd through the air. But, why this occaiion of frolic anil feafting ? (You afk me) I'll tell you, and that without jefting ; The Ides of fair April I purpofe to keep, So facred to Venus % who fprung from the deep. This day, with feftivity, joyful I'll crown, My patrons birth-day, and more dear than my own : For when this bright morning propitious appears, MecKnas adds one to his long happy years. But, you filly maid, ftill with fondnefs purfue ~| A youth much too noble, too wealthy for you, ^ Who doats on the charms of a rich, wanton ihrcw. j A a Let 144 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. Let Phaeton knTd by Jove's thunder and lightning, From fchemes too afpiring my Phyllis affrighten : And when through the air the bold * ftripling would fly On Pcgafus* back, and attempted the iky ; He fcorn'd the grofs load as indignant he flew, And tumbled him headlong, a warning for you. O come then my cleared: and lateft belov'd, (For never fhall Horace by other be mov'd, ) Come tune up your voice, and in gay, merry ftrain, Repeat my love fonnets in mufical ftrain I For mufic to footh all our troubles hath charms, Misfortune it conquers and forrow difarms. Arundel, July 1 8, 1783. * Belkrophon. ODE XII. To VIRGIL. THE tepid gale from Thracia's airy hills, Attendant on the fpring blows kindly o'er ; With gentle blaft the fpreading canvafs fills, And wafts the bark with fafety from the fhore. The glebe unbinds, the froft diflblves away, The meads revive, the turgid ftreams fubfidc/ Late fwoln with melted fiiows, they murmuring play* And peaceful in *Jieir wonted channels glide. The haplefs fwallow, as the fpring returns, Rebuilds her neft, and fad begins to fing ; For Cecropi race, arid Itys flain, fhe mourns, The cruel fate of an inceftuous king. Stretch'd on the grafly plain the fhepherd plays, His oaten flute refounds the rural ftrains 5 Pan, who prcferves his flock, approves his lays, The ruflig God, who o'er Arcadia reigns. Virgil BOOK IV. ODES or HORACE. 14$ Virgil ! the fultry feafon calls for wine : Then leave the court and take a focial flaflc : Bring you perfumes, and then the work be mine, Of racy juice to broach an ample calk. A little box of fpikenard fiiall produce A mouldy hogfhead that invaulted lies : Pregnant with hopes, fhall flow the mellow juice, Difband our cares and give a loofe to joys. Come ! if fucli fports as thefe d.elight your foul, And bring the price, for fure the bargain's great : Nor fcot-free fhall you touch the fpark'ling bowl, For I am poor, nor can afford to treat. Forego th' incefTant thirft of fordid gain, Remember gloomy death's funereal pile : A little folly will relieve our pain, Tisjuft, at times our mi-s'ry to beguile. Philadelphia, 1784. ODE XIII. To L Y C E. Addreffed to a Lady cf the Haul Ton. MY prayers have long the Gods afTaiFd ; The Gods have heard, my vows prevail'd ; And in compliance with my prayer, See, Lyce fee, that filver hair ! Ugly and bid, you ftill would fcem The beauteous maid, the lover's theme. With wanton fports and flowing bowl, You ftrive to thaw the frozen foul ; "With trem'lous voice would fain infpire The am'rous wifb, the young deilre : While 145 ODES or HORACE. BOOK IV. While fprightly Cupid joys to rove O'er Chiefs cheeks that glow with love. From blafted oaks, the vig'rous ftripling files ; Your ytllow teeth and haggard eyes, Snow-white locks and wrinkled face, Fright him from the loath'd embrace. Nor gems that Ihine, Or blaze refplendant with their native light, Nor purple robes of tincture bright, Can e er reftore Thofe glorious days which long are o'er, When Lyce was divine. Ah ! where is fled each lovely grace, Lycis fli ape and beauteous face ? Say, of her, what now rcm-iins, Who, each am'rous fwain deluding, Into ev'ry breaft intruding, Bound me faft in Cupid's chains ? A happy maid, in youthful'pride, With charming Cyn'ra once you vied ; She conq'ring fell in beauty's bloom, An early victim to the tomb, "With triumph luft'ring on her brow, While you out-live the aged crow : That the fparks who once purfu'd thee, When with laughter they have view'd thec, May joy to fee the torch expire, Which eke fet all their breafts on fire. Arundel, January 20, 1783. ODE XIV. To AUGUSTUS. ^ Addreffcd to Its mojl 4ugujl Majefty 9 Louis XVI, by the Grace of Gcd y King of France and Navarre^ Pro tector of the Rights of Mankind, &c. &c. bV. &c. CAN founding names, or folemn feftal days, Ercft a monument that fhall preferve Thy BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE. 147 Thy glory ? or can all the gratitude Of Rome's fage fathers reach thy matchlefs worth, Illuftrious prince ? nor {nines the paffing fun On any greater : whofe vindictive arm Firft taught the proud Vindelicl to bow. Brave Drufus led thy conq'ring legions on, And fill'd the favage nations with difmay : The rapid Breuni fled, the fierce Genaum, Fell proftrate when their lofty tow'rs he raz'd, And Alpine mountains trcmb'led to their bafe. Thund'ring fublime in war, Tiberius came, Our elder Nero, fav'rite of the Gods ! The giant, Rhseti, felt his mighty arm Break their tall ranks, and clench the victor chain. Dreadful as Mars, in battle he appear'd ; No death he fhun'd, no danger could alarm, While havock waited on his blood-ftain'd fword. As when the Pliades in myftic dance, Rend the big clouds, the ftormy winds arife And fcowl along the main ; thus youthful C&far Drove on the flying crowd : his foaming fleed Indignant trod their mangled corfes down. As from Apulia^ fwoln with fudden rains, The rapid Aufidus impetuous rolls His turgid flood, and fwceping o'er the land Deftroys the labour of th' induftrious fwain, So Claudius charges the Barbarian foe : With mighty force breaks through their iron ranks, From front to rear he deals deftruction round, And gains, aim oft a bloodlefs victory. Thy councils led him on to deeds of fame, Thine were his legions, all his Gods were thine ; For on that day when thrice five years had roll'd Their annual courfe, thy arms triumphant fhone, In captive Alexandria's "port : the powers Of Heaven, their fav'rite ci*own'd, and fondly plac'd him Glorious on Cleopatra s vacant throne. Illuftrious guard of Italy and Rome, On whom the Spaniard, ne'er before fubdu'd, The 148 ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV. The Mcde, the Indian and the favage hord Of ftrolling Scythians gaze with fear and wonder ! The headlong Nile, who hides his feven-fold fourcc, The mighty Danube, and the rapid Tigris, The monfter-bearing waves, that wildly roar Round Britain s diftant ifle and rocky coaft ; The Celt, who fears not death, the flout Iberian, The fell Sicambrian with his arms compos'd Bend fuppliant unto thee ; While all the world Put on thy yoke, and glory in their bonds. Camp, Valley Forge, 1778. ODE XV. THE PRAISES OF AUGUSTUS. r effect to his Excellency BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Ffq. L. L. D. F. R. S. Prejident sf the Commonwealth of Pennfylvania, (3V. &c. FAIN would I fing of wars alarms, Of cities overthrown by arms, And wrap'd in hoftile fire ; When Phoebus, with his angry Mufe, My temples fmote and bid me chufe A theme more fuited to my humble lyre : Your bark is fmall, he faid, forbear, Nor tempt the Tyrrhene waves too far. Yet Ccefar will I fing thy reign, Which peaceful crowns our fields With happy encreafe, while each plain Its yearly tribute yields. Raviih'd from Partita's haughty fhrine, Within our walls Jove's eagles fliine; While C&fiir bids tue ftorm of war to ceafe, And Janus' gates locks up in lafting peace. Licentious BOOK IV. ODES OF HORACE, Licentious manners ceafe to reign, Good order rules our ftate again j That antient virtue is reftor'd Which fpread our fame and power abroad, And long from weft to eaft, unrivard run, To bright Aurora from the fetting iun, No civil ftrife fhall caufe alarms, Or foreign wars employ our arms, Difcord fhall ceafe, nor anger rear 'Gainft wretched cities the deftructive fpear ; Thofe miseries fliall no more be known, "While great Auguftus wears th* imperial crown. Who quaff the Danube's ftream profound, The Seres and the Gete renowned ; The faithlefs Perfian too ihall bend, With thofe who o'er the Tanais extend : All, though reluctant, ihall confefs thy fway, And Cccfar's edicts peacefully obey. Our jocund wives, and fmiling boys, Firft, to the Gods fhall raife their voice, As did our fires of yore ; We on our feaft and bufy days, fin chearful cups) our fongs will raife Join'd with the flute's melodious found, We'll (ing AnchiftSy Troy, and him cenowa'dj Whom beauteous Venus bore. Philadelphia, 1786. End of the Fourth BooL E P O D E S O F HORACE AddreiTed to the Honorable ROBERT MORRIS, Efquire, Member of the Houfe of Affcmbly of the Commonwealth of Pennfylvania, and late Financier-General to the Uni ted States of America, &c. E P O D E I. To M E C JE N A S. r g 1 HE fhip Lilurnlan^ while you board, _|[_ Stern line of battle, with your fword! To aid Aitgitflus and oppofe The mad rebellion of his foes : At home, what fliall poor Horace do, Who knows DO joy, no life but you ? With you 'tis happinefs to live, Without you, life has nought to give. Shall I your ftern commands obey, And joylefs wafte my hours away ? Or foldier-like, my fword affume, Act like a man, nor fear my doom ? With you, o'er Alpine frofts and fnow, O'er rugged Caucafus I'd go ; From whence Apollo's glories rife, To where they fet in weitern Ikies. I know I'm feeble and afraid, And can afford you little aid ; : B b ' j$2 EPODES OF HORACE. Yet abfence but augments my fear, I think you're fafe when I am near. The bird that leaves her callow young, Still dreads each fnake that creeps along ; But (he, alas ! is weak as they, And would, with them become a prey. To gain your love, what toils I'll bear, Undaunted brave the ftorm of war I Not that my wealth may round me grow, Or num'rous oxen drag my plough ; And when the fiery dog-ftar reigns, Be fent to browze Lucania 1 s plains : Not that my villa wants more room, Nor joins the walls of Tufculum. Your kindnefs richly hath fuppli'd My utmoft wifh, my greateft pride 5 *Tis all I want, I alk no more, Ssfor will I hide the plenteous ftore, Like wretched Chremes in the play, Or wafteful fquander it away. Col. Philadelphia, 1769. EPODE II. THE PRAISES of a COUNTRY LIFE. Addreffed to the Honorable Cdonel THOMAS RODNEY, Efquire 9 Member of Congrefs for the Delaware State^ &c. Poplar Grove, near Dover. HOW bleft the man, who free from care, (As the firft happy mortals were) Who leads a peaceful ruftic life, Clear of all debt, and void of ftrife 5 Who ploughs with cattle all his ov/n His fmall paternal fields of corn ! The roaring feas and din of arms, Ke'cr 11 his breaft with dread alarms \ He EP ODES OF HORACE. tie flies the great where {laves refort, And execrates the jangling court. The clafping vine, with curling heads, He to the lofty poplar weds ; Or with his pruning knife disjoins The fruitlefs branches from his vines, And as the older ftill decays, Engraffs a founder in its place. Along the vale beneath, he views His wand'ring herds and lowing cows, Or into jars fecure he pours His virgin honey's golden ftores. Sometimes a fickly lamb that bears A pond'rous fleece, he kindly (hears ; Or when the year begins to wane, And mellow autumn glads the plain, Well-pleas'd the rip'ned pear he culls, The purple grape, rich-cluft'ring pulls, With which, Prtaptishe rewards And good Sylvanus too, who guards His lines and fences, well repays, And at each fane his ofPring lays. Now ftretch'd beneath an antient {hade, Now on the matted verdure laid, "While down the mountain's fteepy fides, The rip'ling ftream ferpentine glides ; The birds around him freely rove, Or plaintive carrol through the grove, And as the riv'let murm'ring flows, He links in placid fweet repofe. Soon as the rain and fnows draw near*, And wint'ry Jove loud rules the year, With hounds the raging boar befets, And drives him foaming to his nets ; Or fpreads his gin around each bufh To hamper the voracious thrufh : The foreign crane, nor fearful hare Efcape the fecret tang'ling fnarc. I $-4 EPODES OF HORACE. Who could not by fuch fports remove The cares, the pangs, the flights of love. But, if a wife of honefl fame, A Sabine or dpulian dame 5 Sun-burnt and brown, his cares would meet, And keep his houfe and children fweet, She, when he comes bewearied home, Prepares a fire to warm the room , Her joyful ilocks in pens confine, Now milks her cows, then draws her wine Of laft year's vintage, fafely ftor'd, While unbought dainties deck the board. Not Litcrine oyfters more can pleafe, Or fifh that iwam in foreign feas, Which when loud eaflern tempefts roar, Are driven to the Latian in ore By wintry florins ; nor birds that ily Beneath a diftant, torrid iky. Which are in dfric's defart fought, Or from Ionian mountains brought :- ' Than olives pull'd from laden boughs, And forrel that in meadow grows ; Or fpringing mallows, fweet and good, For coftive bodies, wholefome food, Or lamb upon a feftal day, Or kid juft fnatch'd from beaft of prey. Amid fuch ruftic feafts as thefe, Where homely dainties only pleafe : How joys the farmer to behold His flocks returning to their fold, And from the field his oxen come With plough up-turn'd, bewearied home : While round his laughing houfhold gods, His flaves caroufe in merry fquads. Thus fpoke the man of cent, per cent. On rural pleafures firmly bent ; He ftraitway call'd his money in, A'farmers bufinefs to begin ; EP ODES OF H OR ACE. 155 But ere a month pafs'd fleeting by, He loan'd it out again on ufury. Arundel, February 24, 1783. EPODE III. To MEC^ENAS. SHOULD any wretch in horrid ire, With impious hand deftroy his lire ! On Garlic let the villain feed, Than hemloc a more naufeous \veedj O 'tis a damn'd infernal feafl ! Which none but peafants can digeft : Sure viper's gore hath ftain'cl my food, Aud hurl'd its venom through my blood ; Or elfe Canidias pois'nous breath Hath touch'd the curfed herb with death : Too fure Medea did with garlic Befmear her Argonaut fo warlike, By which the fiery bulls he broke Submiflive to a foreign yoke. Dipt in its juice Creufady'dy And haplefs Jafon mourn'd his bride ; By this, reveng'd her flighted love, Then through the air her ferpents drove. Such heat as rages through my veins ~\ Ne'er fcorch'd the dry Apulian plains, When peftilential Sirius reigns. J Kor did the invenorn'd ihirt infeft The flout Aid des* manly breaft, With fuch dire pains. But fhould my friend, My merry lord again offend, May the dear girl whom you would kifs, With hand oppos'd deny the blifs j i At diftance lie nor grant delight, But turn her back the live-long night. Morriflown, 1777. EPCDE EPODES OF HORACE. 43fcc$pc$x$E$x^^ EPODE IV. To SEXTUS MENA, A FREED MAN of Po M p E Y . Addrejjed to HAMILTON BA LAN TINE, Efq. a Titular Colonel in the Britijh Jervice , Jtnce hanged at Charlejlvn, S. C. ly order of Gen. Lincoln* AS wolves by nature difagrce With lambs, fo I bafe wretch with theej "Whofe iides and legs do ftiil retain The marks of whips and fervile chain. Though of vaft riches vainly proud, A rafcal ftill thou art allow'd : When with fix ells of gown in tail, The holy way in ftate you trail, Do you not hear the fneering boys Infult you with inceffant noife ? " There goes the dog, with whipping flay'd, Till ev'ry bailiff loath'd his trade ! What numerous acres now he ploughs, What pomp and equipage he (hews, Sits forcmoft at the play in fpite Of OMs laws, a worthy knight. In vain our navies fight for peace, And chace the pirates from the feas, While fuch a villain has a {hare, Or claims a glory in the war ! Philadelphia, 1779. ?$4HHM^^ EPODE V. On toe WITCH CANIDIA. T5UT O, ye gods ! whofe influence fways *-* The Heav'ns, the earth, and mortal ways ! What EPODES CF HORACE. 157 What mean thofe tumults that I fee, Thofe frightful looks all bent on me ? If ever chafte Lucinas power, Avail'd thee at thy painful hour ; O ! by thy precious babes declare, This robe of purple which I wear, But wear in vain, by Jove on high (Who will avenge this butchery) Like ftep-dames why thofe ciifmal frowns, Or tyger which the huntfman wounds ? While thus the youth prefers his prayer, The hags his facred veftments tear ; His beauteous ikin expos'd to view, Which might a Thracian witch fubdue. With hair defhevell'd, wreath'd with fnakes, Canldia thus the lilence breaks : " Burn with the magic fire ofColchos Fig-trees wild, from drear fepulchres ; Cyprefs branches, which are torn From fome lonefome, dreary urn. Feathers of a fcreeching owl, With her eggs, obfcene and foul, Bring them well befmear'd with blood Of a filthy, loathfome toad $ Bring the pois'nous weeds of Spain y And Thejjalicts diftant plain, Pregnant with envenom'd juice, Which in plenty they produce : And to make the philtre rich, Snatch a bone from hungry bitch !" With hair erect like hunted fwine, Or briftly back of porcupine, Now Sagana in tuck'd up gown, Sprinkles infernal waters round. But Vela deaf to all remorfe, Employs the fpade with feeble force, To dig a grave, and ftrait therein JnterM the tripling to the chin ; Jufc 158 EPODES OF HORACE. Juft like a fwimmcr on the flood, Up to the neck inhum'd he ftood ; There dainties chang'd from day to day He only faw, and pin'd away : That from his eyes bedim'd with pain, By gazing on the food in vain, The marrow dri'd, with fervid heat, And liver parch'd, they might complete A magic dofe, with power to move The moft infenfible to love. Naples renown'd for floth and eafe, With all the neighb'ring villages, Believe, that whore of common fame, Folia was prefent at the fame : She who by fpells can conjure down The moon and num'rous ftars around. Here the arch fiend Canidia gnaws Her unpar'd thumb with livid jaws. In accents horrid to be namM, Thus the infernal hag exclaim'd : ff Ye powers who rule the myftic rite, Diana ahd the filcnt night, Affift our orgies here below, And fliow'r down vengeance on my foe ! While beaRs afleep, are peaceful laid, In horrid den or gloomy {hade j Let barking village dogs cxpofe The doating letcher as he goes, With philtres fmearM from foot to head, Such as before I never made. What ! fhall Medea s fpells prevail, And all my incantations fail, Who could by charms like thcfe remove, The haughty rival of her love ? Wrapt in a pois'nous robe, the fair In flames expir'd .though Crew's heir. Each herb and root full well I know, Their fecret powers and where they grow: Tet EPOBES of HORACE. Yet Yarns all my {kill defies, And peaceful with fome harlot lies 5 Perfum'd with fragrant efTence he, Nor fpeaks, or thinks, or dreams of me, And faithlefs walks at liberty, Freed by fome mightier witch than I. But focn I'll force his fickle mind, By fpclls unufual to be kind ; Nor fliall the marfi's charms have power Thy wonted freedom to reftore. To bend thee Yarns to my will, With ftronger draughts, a bowl I'll fill : Sooner fhall earth and feas arife, And downward fink the vaulted fkies, Than he not burn with fond defire, As melts this pitch in liquid fire. Thus fhe ; the boy with prayers no more Invokes their pity as before, But doubtful what to utter firft, Thus with Thyeftes* rage he cur ft : *' Though withcraft may with hellifli tongue$ Confound the rules of right and wrong : Yet fuch damn'd crimes of black intent, Shall meet a ten- fold punifhment. My curfes ftill fliall blaft the deed, "While fruitlefs all your offerings bleed ; For when this languid body dies, A nightly fury will 1 rife, My fpechre flitting through the air, With crooked nails your cheeks ihall tear, And hov'ring o'er your guilty bread, Will banifh thence the fweets of reft ; With ceafelefs torments I'll purfue, Such is the power of ghofts below. The fhouting mob your way fhall harafs, And crufh with ftones each filthy carcafe 5 Unburied v/hile your members lay, For wolves and hungry birds a prey, C My i6o EPODES OF HORACE. My haplcfs parents fliall enjoy This vengeance for their lucklefs boy. Roxbury, 17/5. EPODE VI. To CASIUS S E V E R U S, A SCURRILOUS RHIMER. dddreJTed to all whom it may concern. CURS'D dog, why will you ftill provoke, And fnarl at inoffenfive folk ? But hang your ears and drop your tail, And never dare the wolf afTail. Turn mungrel turn your ranc'rous fphe,- Come bark at me who dare to bite ; For like a maftiffor a hound, That faithful guards the Ihepherd's ground, With ears erect, through fnows I go, And ev'ry flying beaft purfue ; "While you who make the foreft burfl With noife, will truckle for a cruft. Beware, beware my anger burns I At curs I dart my pointed horns, Sharp as Arckilocus 9 his fong, Like Hipponax chaftife a wrong ; If malice ftabs my fame, lhali I, Like a whip'd child, fit down and cry ? Dover, 1778. EPODE VII. To THE ROMAN PEOPLE. Addrefffd to the Infurgents in Maffacbitfetts Bay* VT7 HITHER mad Romans do you run, * ^ Your fwords unflieath'd and war begun, Has then too little Latian blood, Been fpiit on earth and Neptune's flood ? 'Tis EPODES OF HORACE. 'Tis not 'gainft Carthage' rival fame, You light the dread, vindictive flame ; That Britons yet untam'd and free, Might grace in chains the facred way. No ! Rome by her own hand muft bleed, To pleafe the Parthian and the Medc ! Lyons and wolves lefs cruel are, For they will wolves and lyons fpare. Is madnefs, or fuperior fate, Or crimes the horrid caufe, relate ! They paufe ! while palenefs fpreads each face, And ev'ry guilty thought betrays. J Tis fo ! the deftinies ordain Dire vengeance for ( a brother (lain , And Remus' blood unjuftly fpilt, Calls us to fuffer for our fathers' guilt. Philadelphia, 1780, EPODE VIII. To A LEWD OLD WOMAN. AND do you wretch (deform'd with age, Now ftinking on life's utmqft ftage, Whofe teeth are ting'd with faffron dye, And face with wrinkles all awry) Alk why my * And whence this * *? * * * * What though you boaft nobility, Your wealth, and antient pedigree ! What though your friends in crowds appear, When you are dead to grace the bier, Bearing a train of ftatues by, To prove your noble anceilry ! What EPQDES OF HORACE. What though no- lady walks the mall, With jewels half adorn'd fo well ! E P O D E IX. To M E C & N A S. Addrejfed to the Right Honorable Major-general ^11.1^1- AM, EARL of STERLING. WHEN fhall we quaff the mellow wine, Referv'd for feafts and joys divine, And pour to Jove libations high For Cttfar and for victory ? Beneath thy ample roof, my lord, Where plenty fmiles at feftal board, When fhall we hear the Lydian flute, Join'd with the graver Doric lute ? Such mulic as of late you gave, When o'er the wide Sicilian wave Young Pompey fled, his fleet on fire, Though boafting Neptune for his fire ; When o'er the ftatejthofe chains were fhock. Which from perfidious flaves he took ? A Roman foldier, bafely brave, Now (loops a haughty woman's Have ; A woman rules thofe vet'ran bands, A wither'd eunuch gives commands ; While fol the canopy furvey'd, Amid our eagles wide difplay'd. At fuch a fight the Gauls were fir'd, And with their troops and fleets retir'd ; To Cafar's warlike legions fled, And conqueft o'er his banners fpread. Our fons fhall blufh in future times, To read the annals of our crimes. While EPODES OF HORACE. 163 "While loud triumphal IO's ring, Hither the golden chariots bring ; The oxen yet untcim'd prepare, With all the glorious fpcils of war. Triumph divine ! can hiftory name An equal to jAugiifius* fame ? Not Marws fo far rsnown'd} With all Jugurika's laurels crown'd ; Nor mighty Scipio could boaft (Though Carthage fmoaking in the duft, Rais'd to his worth a lafting tomb, And fent him glorious back to Rome) A name like Ccsfar's* Vanquifh'd by fea and land, the foe A flumes the humble garb of woe : With adverfe winds and ruin'd fleet, He feeks the hundred towns of Crete ; Or o'er the Syrtes fpeeds his way, A vagrant tofs'd from fea to fea. Thefe cups are fm all, here, boy produce A bowl replete with Chian juice ! Circle the imiling goblet round, With Lefoian, or Cecubian crown'd ; Which may thefe flck'ning qualms allay, And drive ail naufecus fumes away : The fnark'iing juice our fouls fhall warm, Nor Ccefar's danger more alarm. Camp at New-Brunfwick, July 5, 1778. EPODE X. ToM^EVIUS. Addreffid to Sis Excellency the Right Honorable JOHN EARL of DUN MORE, late Governor of Virginia, Pi rate, Kidnapper, and Negro-Merchant, on his depar ture fir England. \T7HEN fetid Mavius fpreads the fail k. * y May ev'ry luckleis fign prevail ! Let i $4 EPODES OF HORACE. Let fouth winds raife the billowy tides, And lafli his vefTel's feeble fides ; "While Eurus ev'ry oar difables, Swells the rough feas and parts his cables. May the fierce northwind roufe the floods, As when he tears the lofty woods. Let not a ftar, with friendly light, Difpel the horrors of the night ; But fad Orion's rays illume, And faintly twinkle through the gloom. May you Aich ftormy waves enjoy, As tofs'd the conq'ring Greeks from Troy ; When Pallas chang'd her dreadful ire From haplefs //>, wrap'd in fire, With fatal vengeance to purfue The impious Ajax and his crew. See the poor failors fweat apace ! A dirty palenefs fpreads your face : Nor fhall thofe girlifh fcreamings move Companion in the breaft of Jove. The winds fliall ev'ry timber break, 'And gaping waves devour the wreck. But ihould your filthy carcafe reach, And fpread along the winding beach, Where rav'nous Buzzards on the fliore, The putrid carrion may devour ; A luftful goat and lamb fliall bleed, To thank the tempeft for the deed. Philadelphia, July 31, 1782. ODE XI. To PETTI US. AddrejTsd to Lieutenant Colonel Anthony Walton Au- tsrbridgc White , cf the Light Cavalry. SINCE cruel love poflefs'd my heart, No more I boafl the lyric art ; Lorg EPODES OF HORACE. itfj Love ev'ry thought and wifh poflefTes, For beauteous girls and tender lafies. Three cold Decembers now have part, And ftrip'd the groves with ftormy blair, Since Horace tailed liberty, And from Inaclnas charms was free. ! what a by-word was I grown, The talk of ev'ry fop in town ! 1 blufli to hear thofe revels nam'd, Where I my weaknefs have proclaimed ; Where oft a fllent language iliews, And deep-fetch'd iighs, the lover's woes. Soon as the god with chearful bowl, Had open'd all my inmoft.foul, There in the bitternefs of pain, To you, my Pettius I complain : How fools o'er men of genius rife, And wealth from merit bears the prize ! But if a manly rage infpire, And all my ioul refentments fire, No more thofe flavifh cares fhall bind, Henceforth I give them to the wind. No more thofe remedies I'll prove, Which add, but do not conquer love ; My follies here (hall have an end, Nor with fuch rivals more contend. When thus I talk'd and fwore with you, Soon as we part and bid adieu, My feet the path forbidden tread, And to thofe friendlefs doors are led ; Whereon the threfhold full of pain, I lay my lortur'd fides again. Lycifca now the blooming fair, Is all my wim, my only care, Let friends advife or let them blame, I ftill doLit on am flill the fame ; Nought can this malady remove, But fuch another fit of love, Some 166. EPODES OF HORACE. Some beauteous maid that's kind as fair, Who ties in knots her curling hair. Philadelphia, 1778. EPODE XII. Againjt a deforme$ eld BELDAME ******* ******* ******* ******* EPODE XIII. To HIS FRIENDS. ANACREONTIC. Addreffid to tie Officers of my Regiment. HARK ! what dreadful ftorms arife, See what tempefts cloud the Ikies, Showers of rain and driving fnow, Fill the atmofphere below , Thracian north winds rudely fweep O'er the forefts and the deep ! While our cheeks are rofy, gay, Let us feize the prefent day ; Wrinkled age our mirth dcflroys, Youth's the time for fport and joys. Bring us out the mellow'd wine, Mark'd with years that equal mine, When Tcrquatus fill'd. the chair; This will drowrr afflicting care. Why fhould we repine at fate ? Better times may yet await. Now let Perfian ointment flied Sweeteft odours round the head ; While the harp's melodious lay, Drives defponding thoughts away. To EPODES OF HORACE. 167 To his pupil brave and young, Thus the noble Chiron fung : (( Born of Thetis^ matchlefs boy, You muft hence to haplefs Troy, Which Scamander's gentle waves, And the rapid Sirnois laves : There your thread of life muft end, So the fifter-fates intend ; Nor fliall fea-born Thetis more, Waft you to your native fhore. Then let mirth and fongs abound, And in wine oblivious drown, Gloomy forrows and defpair, Wine's the antidote for care. Camp at White Marih, Dec. 1777. t EPODE XIV. To MEC-&NAS. NO more fuch keen reproaches fend, O kill me not, my noble friend ! Nor afk why lazy (loth hath fpread A fleepy dullnefs o'er my head, As if with arid throat I quafF'd From Lethe's wave, a plenteous draught. A god commands, I muft obey, A god reftrains my willing lay, Unfinim'd lies th' Iambic fong, So long begun and promised long. Thus \vhen the young Bathylla fir'd, And all Anacreon's foul infpir'd, To love-fick numbers unconfin'd, He tun'd his harp to footh his mind. E'en you, my lord, have felt the fmart, And known the power of Cupid's dart ! D d But f Francis has not inferted this epode in his tranflation, for what rca on I cannot fay, unlefs he conceives it to be fpurious, i6S EPODES OF HORACE. But if a nobler flame employ, Than fhe who fir'd ill-fated Troy ; Praife your good luck, for haplefs f, Confum'd with love, for Phryne die ; Late a poor flave, yet I adore An am'rous jilt and wanton whore. Arundel, 1780. 1&8iSl8SSG^^ E P O D E XV. To N E ./E R A. i Addrefjed'to Jilt: of all defections. THE moon was bright, the Heav'ns ferene, Clear fhone the ftars amid the fcene, "When round my neck, as curls the vine, (Its folds are loofe compar'd with thine) 'Twas then, prepared t' offend the Ikies By broken vows and perjuries, As I pronounc'd, you boldly {wore, That wolves fhould hunt the flocks no more r That dread Orion's angry ftar, No more fhould wint'ry tempefts rear, Or Phoebus' locks foft zephyrs move, When you, Neccra ccas'd to love, Ah ! perjur'd fair, the time fhall comCj When you my virtue iliall bemoan ! But if my foul dares yet be brave, And Horace is not ftill a flave ; Think not I always thus can fee Such marks of your in con ft an cy : No ! I will flmn the cloy'd embrace, And loath each proftituted grace ; Some gent'ler fair, of equal charms, With mutual love fhall fill my arms. Thus when inflnm'd with honeft rage, Think not your whining can affuagc, Or EPODES OF HORACE. 169 Or all your grief, though ne'er fo true, My fteady purpofe will fubdue. And thou, vain wretch, whoe'er thou art, Gay rival of my fair one's heart, Who riot in thofe charms divine, Thofe charms which once were only mine ! Though rich in land, though large thy fold, Though rivers flow for thee with gold, Though you pofTefs'd Pythag'ras' lore, "Who could his waning youth reftore, 'With face as fair and skin as bright As Kerens y lovely to the fight : Abandon'd by th' inconftant fair, Like me you'll love, like me defpair, Like me her curs'd deceit {hall mourn, While I (hall triumph in my turn. EPODE XVI. To THE ROMANS. NOW civil wars confume another age, And Rome muft fall by its own native rage. What all the neighb'ring Marfi could difplay, The threat'ning force of Tufcan Porfenna, Proud Capua, rival of our force and fame, Or Thracian Spartacus' all-dreaded name \ What Gaul perfidious, deftitute of truth, With fierce Germania, and her blue-ey'd youth ; Nor Hannibal i more terrible than all, (On whom our father's imprecations fall) In vain attempted ; we an impious brood, Bred up in carnage and inur'd to blood, Shall overturn by curs'd inteftine wars, And leave ourruin'd town to prowling bears. Then the Barbarian with infulting pride, And founding hoofs fliali through our cities ride \ Quirinus* aihes with our fathers' torn, (O horrid fight !) fliali fcattcr from their urn. But 170 EPODES OF HORACE. But fome, perhaps, t' efcape thofc threatened woes, Would (Heaven infpire) a better fcheme propole. Here refts our hope, here all our fafety lies, J^ike the free born Phocseans, timely wife, Some happier region fondly to explore, Forfook their city and accurfed fhore ; Their gods, their fhrines, their cultur'd fields and home, Where wolves might dwell and favage lions roam : Let's fly far hence and feek a place to live, Where feas {hall waft, or friendly winds may drive. Declare ! or does this fage advice prevail ? Shall we with lucky omens hoift the fail ? But let us fwear ne'er to return again, Till ftones up-rifing float upon the main ; Till lowly Po fhall water the Alpines, - Old ocean drown the tow'ring Appenines, ^ And monft'rous love the hind and tyger joins : J Doves with the hawk unite, and fheep no more, Fly from their folds 01 dread the lion's roar ; When goats no more in flow'ry meads recline, But fport on feas and quaff the ftormy brine. To this when we have all devoutly fworn, And cut offev'ry hope of fweet return, Let us embarkc and leave this curfed place To flaves inglorious and a coward^race. Ye virtuous few, unmanly grief give o'er ! While with full fail we brave the Tufcan fhore ! The circling ocean for our paffage fmiles, Prepar'd to waft us to thofe happy iiles, * Where Ceres 9 treafures fpread th* uncultur'd field, And vines unprun'd their yearly increafe yield; Where to their feafons true, the trees Impart Their figs and olives, without human art. From * Some authors fuppofe that Horace mea.nt the Canaries, Madeiras or Sammer Iflands, when he mentions the new and happy ifles. But, it is as natural to think that he had fome undifcovered land in thought, which may be as natural to fuppofe was America and her Weft-India iflands ; as Horace was a lover of good liquor, and good company, it is no wonder he fhould prophecy of Hifpaniola, Jamaicn, Earbadoes, &c. where he could have fuch a plenty of both, after the emigrants by care and induflry, flioulJ have brought thofe iflands to a proper ftatc of cultivation. EPODES OF HORACE. 171 From hollow oaks the fragrant honey drops, And murm'ring rills Jefcend from mountain tops : There goats uncall'd, with dugs that never fail, And friendly flocks with milk o'erflow the pail, Around the fold no bear is known to prowl, Nor creeping ferpcnts hifs from pols'nous hole 5 Therewe fhall reft mid varied fcenes of joy, Nor rainy winds with deluges deftrcy. No fcorching fun the pregnant harvefts fear ; But temp'rate Jove with increafe crowns the year. Fam'd Argcs and her crew, a defp'rate band, Ne'er reached the fhore of this delightful land. No Colchian poiions blaft the happy plain, Nor merchants hither plough the uncertain main ; Nor fage UlyJJes with his wand'ring hoft, E'er bent their prows, or touch'd the blifsful coaft : The healthful flocks no foul contagion kill, Nor baleful ftars the gladfome cattle feel. Unftain'd and pure tile world's firft sera's rolFd, Till brafs fucceeded to an age of gold, When iron hardening the degenerate times, Jove for the good reierv'd thofe peaceful climes : Hither by my advice your rout purfue, r l hefe blifsful feats, my friends, were made for you. Philadelphia, 1786. c$o^x$ocfcx$oc^^ E P O D E XVII. To C A N I D I A. from this very hour, I fuppliant own thy mighty power. But O ! by angry Diarfs fhrine, By Pluto's realms and Proferpine, By all thy books of hocus-pocus, Which can tear planets from their focus, No more thofe conjurations iing, But backward turn t' y magic ring ! Neretit 172 EPODES OF HO Ft ACE. Nereu? grandfon could forgive, And bid the Myfian monarch live ; Though warring 'gainft his vet'ran bands, He hurl'd his dart with hoftile hands. "When Priam left the city wall, And at Achilles' feet did fall, (Confign'd to dogs and birds of prey, Great Hector as he breathlefs lay ; ) The haughty chief by prayers was won, And gave him back his murder'd fon; O'er whom the Trojan matrons mourn, And bear him to the fplendid urn. Ulyjfcs* crew who plough'd the main, Pxefum'd their human fhape again, To reafon, fenfe and fpeech reftor'd So Circe will'd with magic word. O thou whom tars and mobs admire ! Enough I feel thy vengeful ire ! Fled is my youth my colour gone, Reduc'd, alas ! to {kin and bone : Thy ointment whitens all my hair, Nor can I any refpite fhare Days follow days and nights in vain, They add, but do not eafe my pain ; In vain for breath I heave and pant, My lungs their due inflation want : Now I confefs by numerous harms, The mighty force of Marfian charms j No more thy powers I make a jeft, They fplit the head and rack the breaft, My wicked unbelief I mourn, What would you more ? I roaft, I burn ! O ! earth and feas and powers on high, Like mighty Hercules I fry ! Not half fuch heat the hero bore, -j "When he the bloody garment wore, [> Dipt in the Centaur's pois'nous gore :J Nor fuch the fire that to the {kies, ^Etna's blazing craters rife. Yet, EPODES OF HORACE. 173 Yet, like a {hop of Colchian bane, You dart your venom thrcngh each vein ; Till into duft I turn at laft, The fport of ev'ry vagrant blaft, O fay ! what ranfome will afTunge, Or when {hall ceafe thy burning rage ? Speak but the word and I obey, - Shall I an hundred oxen flay ? Or fhall I to the lying firing, Thy chafte and virtuous actions (ing ? 'ub thee a fiar and bid the rife, 'o grace the ftarry-fpangled fides ? The bard whofe verfes dar'd defame The beauteous Helen's rnjur'd fame, "Was to his ravifli'd fight reftor'd,. When he the brother gods implor'd. Like them forgive my paft offences : Thou canft reftore my crazy fenfes. No fordid birth thy name difgraces, You ne'er difturb'd the poor man's aflies, Nor do the fepulchres up-turn, To fearch the nine days-buried-urn. Thy heart ftill feels for human woes, ") Thy hand no foul polution knows, A fruitful womb repays thy throes ; And when from child-birth you arifc, The mother fparkling in your eyes, Ere the officious midwife's care, Can wafh the linen clean and fair, Thy health's confirm'd at every pore, And thou art lovely as before. Dover, 1784. t St:fichrus. EPODE i 7 4 EPODES CF HORACE. ^^4HHh^^ EPODE XVIII. CANIDIA's ANSWER. \T7HY ftill fatigue me with your prayers ? Like rocky cliffs I have no ears 5 E'en they are not more deaf than I, When fhip-wreck'd failors vainly cry, And wint'ry tempefts roaring fwecp The angry furface of the deep. Shall you unpuniih'd turn to fcorn, Cotytta's myft'ries and our own ? Sacred to love and joys divine, And like a prieft of efquiline, My name defaming through the town, To fpread abroad in vile lampoon ? Nor will it fave you to enrich, With pamper'd gifts, fome foreign witch, To mix the draught in vain you ftrive, Spite of yourfelf, you fhall furvive : Your hated life ihall ftill remain To feel variety of pain. Starving amid the dainty feaft, The fire of Pelops prays for reft : Prometheus while the vulture preys, Longs for a fhort refpite of eafe j And Sifyphus with ceafelefs groan, Labors to fix the rolling ftone. In vain the bleflings they require ! For Jove forbids their juft defire. Thus from fome fteeple's airy height, You downwards urge your headlong flight ; Now try the dagger's polilh'd blade, Or knit the noofe for felons made ; Nor fwords or gallows can avail, My potent fpells fliall ftill prevail. Then on your refty back I'll ride, And earth fliall tremble at my pride. Shall EPODES OF HORACE. 17* Shall I, who by the power of art, Can life to waxen forms impart, (Curfe on your pimping you was there) Tear down bright Luna from her fpherc, Can bid the dead, though burnt, refpirc, And mix the cup of fierce defire, Shall I, alas! then grieve to fee, Mv charms have no eftect on thee ? Dover, 1784, End of the Epodcs, E e CARMEN SECULARE. THE SECULAR POEM, COMPOSED AT THE EXPRESS COMMAND OF AUGUSTUS. Horatio fe cut are Carmen componendtim Augujlus tnjunxit, SUETONEUS. PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED by ELEAZER OSWALD, at the COFFEE-HOUSE. W, D CC, L X XX VI. -*f?T* vTjft ;> A >^^W.. THE SECULAR POEM Addreffed to the Honorable THOMAS M'KEAN, Efquirc, L. L. D. Chief Juftice ok the Commonwealth of Perm- fylvania, Vice-Prefident of the Order of Cincinnatus, late Prefident of Congrefs, and Member for the Dela ware State. Pro Imperil Rcmani incolumiiaie. INVOCATION TO HIS LYRE. at eafe beneath a {hade, Lib. i. J^ We together e'er have play'd Songs that may with time contend, Harmonious lyre ! now be a friend ! Cccfar commands, odedicnt hear , Pioufe the bold ftrain, begin a Roman air. Thee, ALdSus firft infpir'd Thee, with martial notes he fir'd : Fierce in war ! 'mid wild commotion, On the field, or ftormy ocean ; Or when fafely brought to land, Thee, he toueli'd with matchlefs hand. Bacchus, rofy god of wine, Venus, Ci'p'tJy and the Niue, Lye us tco, devinely fair, "With his jetty eyes and hair : Thefe upon the founding firing : Thcfe he never fail'JL tc frig. Charming i8o S E C U L A P, P O E M. Charming fhell ! Apollo's love, Welcome at the feafts of Jove ! When I call thee, be my gueft, Lull my cares, my toils to reft. THE POET TO THE PEOPLE. Ode i. X7"E vulgar hence, nor dare profane, JL Nor with unhallowed eyes furvey, The facred myfteries of the fcene ; I fcornyou all, the great, the gay ! While I the Mufes' prieft eflay To virgins without ftain, And fpotlefs youths, to chaunt the confecrated ftrain, To lie CHORUS af YOUTHS and VIRGINS. Lib, 4. Plxzbus breath'd the facred fire ; ' Taught me how to ftrike the lyre. AIR. Phoebus rais'd my humble fame, Honor'd with a poet's name. Maids and youths from nobles fprung, Liften'd fondly to my fong. Happy fouls ! the guardian care, Cf D'lana chafte and fair ; She who flays the flying hart, And the lynx with certain dart, They fhall favor all my lays, They fhall chaunt my deathlefs praife. CHORUS. Phabus breath'd the facred fire, Taught me how to ftrike the lyre. PiECITATIVE. Thfin let our fongs exulting rife, To praife the god who gilds the ikies ; Latvia's fon in radiance bright, And Luna with her bending light 5 WhQ SECULAR POEM. 181 Who rolls the months in fwift career, And crowns with fruit the happy year. The lovely nymph with chearful mind, Whom Hymen's pleaiing fetters bind, Shall (as her annual bridal day Returns; with fignal pleafure fay, " This day a folemn hymn I rals'd, " A hymn with which the gods were plcas'd. CHORUS. Horace, breath'd the {train divine, Horace, be the glory thine. FIRST CONCERT, HYMN roA POLLO. CHORUS of YOUTHS and VIRGINS. RECITATIVE. TO thee lewd Tityos bow'd, And Niobe profane ; Whofe numerous offspring round her ftrew'd, Were by thy darts untimely flain. AIR. though fam'd in war, And fprung from Thetis, fea-born fair ; Though Troy oft trembled at his fpear, And ev'ry Dardan heart with fear : Yet to thy wrath became a prey, He fell before the god of day ; As oaks in ftorms beftrew the ground, Or pines which biting axes wound. RECITATIVE. Thus fell the hero prone, A victim to thy power 5 Faft-flow'd his blood ; and with a groan Deftain'd the Dardan fhorc. AIR* He fcorn'd Minerva's treach'rous horfe, He knew no art but open force : A Wh Pe/iaes i8 2 S E C U L A R P O EM. Nor would he Priam's court annoy, Elate with wine and feftal joy ; But fword in hand attack'd the foe, Mother and babe promifcuous flew : The child juft lifping met its doom : He burnt the infant in the womb. RECITATIVE. But mov'd by thy aufpicious prayer, And Venus 9 laughter loving fair ! Jove gave a nod, and from on high, AlTenting, iliook the vaulted iky. AIR, " Troy fliall again arife, On fome more happy ground ; Her fame (hall reach the skies, And fill the \vorld around : jEfieas with a better fate, Shall raifea nobler, grander {rate." DUET. A nobler ftnte fhall haplefs Troy arife, And reign fupreme, beneath indulgent skies. CHORUS. Sweet m after of the tuneful choir, "Who joys to lave In Xanthus' wave Thy flowing hair ! Now make thy care The Latian Lyre. SECOND CONCERT. To APOLLO AND DIANA. CHORUS of YOUTHS. Lib. T -"\7"E tender maids, foft anthems raife, B . * And ling the chafte Diana's praife. ClIORU* SECULAR POEM. 183 Chorus of Virgins. Ye youths exalt the votive lay, To beardlefs Phoebus, god of day. Both Choirs* Then let us in full chorus join, Latona's praife, in drains divine. To flng, with rev'rence and with love,] Latonay favorite of mighty Jove. Chorus of Tenths, Your hymns repeat ye lovely maids, By murm'ring (breams and cooling fhades, RefouncHfie fpotlefs fame, Of chaite Diana's name ; Who loves the groves that fpread O'er Erymanthus, cragged brow 5 Or on the verdant top of Cragus grow, Or rear their fpires o'er Algidorfs bleak head. Chorus cf Virgins,. Exalt ye males your grateful fong, To Tempos vale the votive trains belong ; And Delos* ifie, the happy earth, That to thofe heav'nly twins gave birth. The god who rules the day, To him your homage pay : "Whofe back fuftains the quiver's load, Whofe tuneful lyre proclaims the ikilful god.' Both Choirs. Both by our ardent Prayers o'ercome> Shall banifh, far Defh'uctive war, From Ccefar and imperial Rome. No more {hall peftilence await Or famine with her train of woes, F f Diflrcft O SECULAR POEM. Diftrefs the ftate. But fliow'r their curfes on our diftant foes. * Third Concft't . To APOLLO and DI'ANA. The Chorus of Youths and Virgins. I. Recitative, \ Phoebus ! Earth-illuming power! And thou, who lov'ft the bower ! Qncen of ihe groves and goddefs of the night, Bright ornaments of Heav'n's refplendent height! Air l ft. Y E to whom in yonder fkies, Songs and incenfe ever rife ! O may thy vot'ries now be heard, Their prayers at this moft facred hour prefcr'd-, When by the fibilline command, Of Maids, and Youths, a chofen band, Before th" Gods with anthems come, "Who guard the feven-fold hill of Rome. Chorus of Youths. II. Recitative. Kind Sun, who with thy radiant cr.r, To darkling mortals gives the chearing dayj Or tak'il.thy fplendid beams away: Who always different clod appear, Yet riling ft ill the fame, " with fervid ray ! O! may'ft thou, as thy flaming chariot flies From fair Aurora to the weftern Ikies, Behold, * This laft Concert is in imitacion of an Ode written by Mr. 'TJu/bn, Fallow of Pembroke- Hall, and performed in the SenutK-Houfc at Cu>; t ;i,-iJgf t July I, 1749, at the initiation of his Grace 'I'hj-.nus Hdlcs, Duke oi' Nfi~ caj'L'e, Chancellor of the Univerfity. ; Set to liiufic bv Mr. Boyc,:, Compofer to his Majefty George II. SERCULAR POEM. 185 BeliolJ, where'er thy Beams enlightning fall, Nothing fo great as Rome, around the fpacious ball. Cher us cf Virgins. III. Air 2d. Jlithya y who with guardian cares, The gravid womb for birth prepares: Whether Lucina pleafe thine ear, Or Genitjllis*\s more dear! O ! eafe cur teeming mothers' pain, Extend thy aid, when they complain : Increafe our offspring brave and free, And blefs the father's wife decree, That law by which our fruitful virgins wed, And o'er the land their numerous iiTue fpread. Chorus ofTouths and Virgins. IV. Recitative. That when an hundred fleeting years fliall run, -^ And ten more circl'ing, pafs the Sun, Our feftal fongs recall'd, and folemn fports begun j j Three days, our mirth we celebrate, As many nights our joys renew. And you, ye maids, inexorably true, With fix'd decrees, irrevocable fate? O lend a kind attentive ear, Let not our prayers unheeded pafs away. The friends of Cccfar and of Rome appear, And bounteous add new glories to our riling day. Air 3d. With fruit and cattle may the earth abound, And pregnant Ceres crov/n'd With SECULAR POEM. With wheaten garlands fmilc Aufpicious, on the lab'ring farmer's toil, And may our younglings kindly fhare The wholefome brook and breathe the template air. Chorus of Yottths. V, Recitative* Conceal thofe arrows, fatal in their flight, Unbend thy bow, nor more in arms delight. Smile, mild dpcl'o on our feftive joys, And gracious hear thy fuppliant boys. Chorus of Virgi?:s. And thou, bright Luna, with thy crefccnt hornf, Whofe radiant face the Heaven adorns, And with incrcafing light dilplays, To filent night, thy filver rays ! Queen of the ftarry-fpangled fcene, Where thou roH'ft ferene, Chorus. All hail, all hail! Attentive lend a kind aufpicious ear, Thy virgins call, receive their votive prayer. Chorus of Youths and Virgins. If Rome is ftill the care of Heaven, And if to Troy's remains 'twas given, With profp'rous gales, new countries to explore, (A wretched band!) along' th* Etrurian fhore; Their Gods to change, their city and their land, For whom jSlneas from their ruin'd town, A fafe (tho' tedious) paflage found Thro' flaming Troy -- beneath his wife command, To place them in an empire more renown'd, Than that they left low fmoaking on the ground, A prey to haughty foes wide fpreading o'er the ftrand: VI. SECULAR POEM. 187 VI. Mr 4th. Ye Gods inftruct our ruing youth, With upright morals, fpotlefs truth; To age beftow the fwcets of eafe: With profp'rous days our empire crown, Give to our rifing fons renown, Bright honor, and a bleft increafe. Recitative. May triumphs grace, and victory approve The illuftrious offspring of the queen of love! With mercy teach his breaft to glow, To fpare the proftrate, vanquiih'd foe 1 Who to thy Deities juft homage pays, And fnow-white oxen on thy facred altars lays. VII. Air 5th. By fea and land the Mede reveres, His warlike troops and fatal fpears. The haughty Indian patient ftands, And'Scythians wait his dread commands. Now peace returns with homor crown'd, Now truth and chaftity abound: Virtue, abandon'd in difgrace, Difplays her long-neglected face, While plenty with a bounteous hand, Scatters her favors o'er the land. Chorus of Toittks. Recitative. Phoebus, God of Auguries! Who with thy bow refplendent fhine, Bleft fav'rite of the nine ! Skilful to heal destructive maladies : With 1 55 SECULAR POEM. With friendly eye regard the towers, Where Rome thy JDeity adores, Preferve the Lat'ian realms in peace fecure; Extend our fway to fartheft fhores, And may our reign to diftant times endure. Chorus cf Virgins* VIII. Air 6th. O may Diana, he whofe fhrinc Adorns mount Avcntine, And fnow-cap'd dlgidon, regard the prayer Of all her priefts ; with favor bend, Now make the fuppliant youths her care, And to their vows propitioufly attend. Chorus cf Touths and Virgins. Lo ! we a facred chofen choir, Bright Sol and Luna's praife to chaunt, With placid hopes aflur'd retire, That Jove and all the Gods our prayers will grant. Full Chorus. Lo ! we a facred chofen choir, Bright Sol and Luna's praife to chaunt, With placid hopes, aflur'd retire, That Jove and all the Gods, our prayers will grant. End of the Secular Poem* 9 @ $ * ODE on the Memory of MEC^ENAS. 18$ NO more j alas! Tivo/fs grotto's plcafc, Nor rapid Anios cafcading ftrcam, Shelter, from the noon-day beam, Imbofom'd in the bow ry trees! The mufes all, and ev'ry grace, Now fly the folitary place : Melpomene alone remains To (both my grief, and mitigate my pains. Come then foft maid, and dip in tears, Thy forrow-foothing pen ; For here, alas ! no more appears Cilnius, the beft of men. Forever torn from thefe griei-melting eyes, Sing lovely ,mufe his apotheofis ! Where now he fits an Heav'n-exalted foul, Rank'd with the Gods, and quaffs the nectar'd bowl. When 'gainft my Prince rebellion roH:, Science to me, had loft her charms, Arts I forfook to follow arms, Arid, trait'rous join'd the number of his foes. Phillippi's plain with thoufands dead, Unveil'd the hideous gorgon's head; Her fons fubdu'd ; with fear and thame, Bow'd down to great Auguftus* name. 4 E'en I of rank r.nd fame obfcnre, Fled with difgrace my native fliore; A vagabond on earth to roam, From fortune, counuy, friends an J home. * As Horse- -vive his pat! Ms death in au Elejy, u- trahflatcr, vi.h fubmi ilin. I po O D E on the Memory of M E C JEN A S. 'Till Hermes with perfuafive art, "Who, with his friendly Caducee, Sav'd me from the falling tree, Touch'd with companion, good Mecsenas' heart. Then fortune fmiPd, and peace return'd, The Prince forgave A faithlefs flave, Nor more in foreign lands I mourn'd. The mufes all their gifts beftow'd, Mccsenas was my houfehold God, The friend and patron of my lays, Joy of my foul, and glory of my days* O mighty God ! ferretrian Jove, Benignant hear My humble prayer, And take me to the bleft above f Where I ftill grateful may attend, Forever, on my deareft friend; For Heaven itfelf, no greater joys can give, Than with my friend, eternally to live. HORACE. DECEMBER 7, 1785. F f If I S. TR A N S L AT IONS FROM THE GREEK and LATIN, WITH ORIGINAL POEMS. <>....< >...<>.. .,<>..<>,...<>.. .,<>..<><>,..,<>...,<> ><> ~O- <>-) PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED by ELEAZER OSWALD, at the COFFEE-HOUSE. M, D ODES OF AN ACRE ON. 193 * ODE I. ATRIDES' noble ac~ls I fing, I tell of Cadmus, warlike King) Ah no ! for ev'ry firing I prove, My lyre re-echoes nought but love. . I lately chang'd each fullen wire, And all anew I flrung my lyre, And now Alcides' toils to try, But love, alone the firings reply : Hence, hence, adieu ye hero's, Kings I My lyre of love, love only fings. * ODE I. By another Hand. FAIN would I in lofty verfe, Heros' godlike acts rehearfej Fain would I a fubject chufe, Worthy of the noblefl mufe; Grecian chiefs, or Theban woes, Which from civil difcord rofe ; But thf firings and lyre approve, Nought but foftnefs, nought but love. Once I chang'd the firings and lyre, Which would nought, but love infpire j Strove to fing in grander lays, Many a matchlefs hero's praife; Toils Herculean, far renown'd, With immortal honors crown'd : Vain attempt! for ev'ry firing, Echo's love to all I fing. Farewell heros' ne'er fliall I, Such exalted fubjects try 5 Ever tender be my lay, Ever foft, and .ever gay! Since the firings alone approve Soothing founds and founds of love. O D Cg. 194 ODES OF AN AC RE ON. O D E I. FAIN would I Atrides praifc, Or Cadmus fing in tuneful lays 5 The firings will found of love alone, Nor knows my harp another tone. I chang'd the fhell and ev'ry firing, And now Alcides' toils I fing ; In vain to fing his deeds I ftrove, My lyre would play; of nought but love. Ye heroes* now, a long farewell! "| A fofter theme bed fuits my fhell, D. F. Love's paffion it will only tell. J ODE II. Paraphrafed. NATUPtE bounteoufl.y array'd Ev'ry animal fhe made, With fuch arms as befl conduce To its fafety or its life. Nature's horny terrors fpread O'er the bull's majeflic head : Hoofs fhe gave the gcn' And to hares the lig To the fcaty-kind {he gave Tins to cut the chryflal wave ; To the Birds t exempt from care, Wings to fp9rt in fields of air; But to noble Man affign'd, An intrepid, martial mind. "What had nature left to grace The clev!nery^/7/f race? Beauty! whofe prevailing charms, Prove the moft renfllefs arms, Beauty Ihicid and Avord iupplies, Beauty vanquishes the wife ; Beaitty 9 ODES OF ANAGREON, 195 Beauty, made to be ador'd, Safe defies the threat'ning fword ; Can devouring flames aiTuage, And repel their defp'rate rage; Beauty makes the nero fall, Conquers thofe, who conquer all. ODE III. Imitated. CUPID'J- Ingratitude. WAS at the gloom of midnight hour, When fleep's great god exerts his pow'r; When wearied fwains their eye-lids clofe, And footh their limbs with foft repofej I heard a rapping at my door, Such as I ne'er had heard before. Who is 't, faid I, dares break my fleep, And at my door fuch uproar keep? When Cupid fhiv'ring, fcnrce could fay, -\ < A lucklefs boy has loft his way, C hafte, my friend, and open pray. j You need not fear, I mean no ill, To hurt I have nor pow'r, nor will ; This ciilmal, live-long night 5 in vain, *\ I've wander'd o'er the dreary plain, Hajt-flarv'd with cold, wet thro' with rain." 3 "With pity mov'd I heard his moaa, Then Sruck a light and gat me down ; In hafte I let him in, when lo! His hand fuftain'd a filver bow: A pair of fhining wings he wore, And at his back a quiver bo As foon as I afire had made, My little gucft I to it led; 1 warm'd his finrers with mv own, For cold they felt as any ftor.e, Then wip'd and wrung, v"il\ friendly care, the: \v-jt out of his dripping hair. Scon as the tha'nku:/ warm. And fouu J that he had ?oi no harim Let's 196 ODES OF ANACREON. " Let's try, faid he, I fain would know, Whether the wet has hurt my bow;" Then from his quiver chofe, with fpeed A fhaft, predellin'd for the deed. So ftrong his filver bow he drew,"') So fwift the fatal arrow flew! * It pierc'd my liver thro' and thro'. J He Ikip'd and danc'd about the room, And /heering cri'd, " come landlord, come, And as a friend rejoice with me, That I from ev'ry harm am free; I fafe, indeed have kept my bow, But you fhali rue its being fix" ODE IV. Of Himfelf. ON a bed of myrtles made, Or on greeny clover laid, "Willingly I'd pafs away In caroufing, all the day; Cupid by my fide fhould ftand, "With a brimmer in his hand. Like a neyer-ftanding wheel, Fleeting time is running ftill ; We, ourfclvss will dud become, And* fhall moulder in the tomb. On my grave why fhould you lay Oil, or gifts that foon decay? Rather now before I'm dead, "With rofy garlands crown my hscid; /ill the odours of the fpring, With a gentle mifcrefs bring : Ere I go to fhades of night, I'll put all my cares to flight. D. r. ODE ODES OF ANACREON, 197 $3C$X$DC^^ ODE V. To CHLOE. SACRED to each am'rous power ! Bring the rofe, foft, blufhing flower; Joys extatic, let us prove, Wine with muu*c, mirth and love. Breathing o'er our heads perfume, Flowers in rich luxuriance bloom ! Let each face with fmiles abound. While the fparkling bowl goes round. Sweeten: rofe, lhat decks the plain, Gayeft of the vernal train ! Dear to all the powers above, Sacred to the god of love! Crown'd with all thy fragrant fpoil_, In the merry dance I toil; Tafting, with the graces three Sweets of love and jollity. Weave the wreath with art divine, Ruddy Bacchus, god of wine; Breathe the foft eft, fweeteft ftream. Round thy temple's honor'd Fane ! With the willing, am'rous lafs, Let my wanton moments pafs ; Wake the lyre's enchanting found, While the fparkling bowl goes round. j. P. ODE. i 9 S ODES OF ANACREON. * ODE VI. In Honor c/COMUS FRIENDS of play and mirth and wine, Rofes round your temples twine. Gay, caroufing, laughing gay, Friends of wine and mirth and play ! While the filver-footed fair, Waves her Thynls' ivy hair ; Nimbly, while fhe beats the ground To the lyre's enlivening found: While the boy, whofe charming face Looicly-fiowing trefTes grace, Softly moves and fweetly {ings To the harp's melodious ftrings ; While the beauteous fon of Jove, While the charming queen of love, With the gold-hair'd cyprian boy, Seek the god of feaft and joy; Comus feek to crown the whole, Raife the laughter, fpeed the bowl: Sorrow banim, pain afiuage, Comus > that gives youth to age. ODE VIII. To MlRA. FATIGUED with love and wine and play> Drunk and afleep Anacreon lay, In airy dreams again to prove The mighty joys of wine and love. Inflam'd with pleaiing extacy, "With wanton nymphs I feem'd to fly, While as I pafs'd,, a fneering crowd, Revil'd the gay, old man aloud: Yet highly fiufh'd I ftrive to gain, And wifh to mix the jovial train. Refentmeat ODES OF A NACRE ON. 199 Refentment, urg'd the grateful blifs, In fpite I Taught the glowing kifs ; I rufh'd t'enjoy the willing fair, But waking, clafp'd the flitting air ! O ! when I fink to fleep again, May fuch dear vifions fill my brain* J. P-e. B oft on, dpril 1 3 , 177 6. ODE II. On Us Jge. , OFT by the maidens I am told Poor Anacreorty thou grow'ft old ! Take the glafs, and fee how years, "| Have defpoil'd thy head of hairs; ^ See, thy forehead bald appears ! J But, whether hair adorns my head, Or all my golden trefles fled, I do not know, but from their lore, Refounding my approaching hour, This truth I know, infallibly, 'Tis time to live, if death be nigh. D. F, ODE 12. To a SWALLOW, SAY, now thou twitt'ring fwallow fay, How fhall I punniin thee? which way? Say fhall I rather clip thy wing, Or tongue, that thou no more may' ft fing ? As cruel Tereus once is faid T'ave done, while yet thou wert a maid. Why doll thou, ere the morn is nigh, Pratt'ling round my window fly? Why fnatch Bathylla from my arms, While I in dreams pofTefs her charms.? D. F. Hh. ODE too ODES OF ANACREON. &9B&eS$6!8$&li&^^ ODE 16. To a FRIEND. THEBAN feats your verfe employ, This, recounts the wars of Troy \ Jhu the vicYries I impart, Are the triumphs o'er my hea,rt. Not the furious cavalry, Nor the well-train'd infantry ; Nor the fhip-devouring wave, Softer foes my heart enflave. To the arms of mighty love, I, a willing captive prove ! What defence can man devifc 'Gainft the darts of Mira's eyes? I. P e. Brijlol, Jan. 13, 1777. ^ r ^ : ?^ * ODE 23, Jgatnft RICHES. MISERS fay, can gold prolong Life, or health, or keep me young ? Say, can gold fuch wonders do ? Then I'll hoard as faft as you : If by gold I could remain Free from death and free from pain. But, fmce pain and death arrive, Scorn the treafures we can give ; Since no bribes can make 'em ftay, "When they once are on their way : "Why fhould we fo idly, fave Gold and riches for the grave? On my miftrefs and my friend, I my little (lore will fpend; Rather tjian with labor find GoH, which I imift leave behind. ODE .ODES OF ANACREON. ODE 26. Of Himfelf. TT / HEN Bacchus revels in my breaft, VV A11 m 7 cares are lull'd to reft 5 Crxfus 'felf I then defpife, He's not fo happy in my eyes. Then from my lips flow warb'ling founds, Sweeten: mufic then abounds : "With laurel wreaths 1 bind my brow, I look diidainfully below % Let fools impetuous rufh to arms, Me the gen'rous LytKus charms. Quickly give me, youth the bowl, In one large draught I'll drown my foul j Here, rather let me drunken lie, Than fober, without wine to die. D. F. ODE 44. A DREAM. VTPTWAS three o'clock one night at leaft. Before I got one wink of reft, And fcarcely had I clos'd my eyes, "When fancy bid this viiion rife. : Light pinions on my fhoulders grew, With which aloft in air I flew 5 While f *ee as air itfelf I rang'd, And oft my place and flation changed \ The wanton God purlued my flight, With feeming fondnefs and delight : But when a proper time he found, My feet in golden durance bound ; Attracted with the clogging weight, 1 funk from my rethcrla.! (late. The viiion well explains my heart, And is its faithful counterpart; For oft by f incy I've be ;-n led, But ne'eiYbefore my l';ve betray'd: The fair and young I've oft appiC\'J, But ouly blooming JMlra lov'd, ODE 208 ODES OF ANACREON. ODE 46. To MIR A. \ S hard to wear the chains of love, 'Tis hard thofe fetters not to prove 5 But the worft of ev'ry pain, Is to love, and love in vain. What can fenfe or birth avail ? Matchlefs charms, nor worth prevail j Thefe, in love bear little fway, Gold's bright power they all obey. May quick perdition blaft the foul, Who from its mine, the Daemon ftole ! 'Tis he alone, averfe to good, The kindred nations trains to blood. e( Here each foft endearment ends, " Fathers, brothers, fitters, friends." He brought the * ruffian band from far 'Twas he let flip the dogs of war. But, what moie grieves each gen'rous heart, E'en Cupid tips with gold his dart. J. P. Head-Quarters, New-York, Sept. 9, 1786. ODE 59. The BITTER PILL. AS I once in wanton play, Binding up a chaplet lay, 'Mid the rofes on the ground Cupid faft afleep, 1 found. Strait way, by his wings, well-plcas'd, I the little archer fciz'd, Who fo oft had vex d my foul, And within my flowing bowl Plung'J him deep, then fWallow'd up, Him, and all that fill'd the cup. Hence he flutters round my heart, "| And his little wings, each part \> ODE Tickles with a pleafjpg fmart. J * Critifhand German ir.erciaarics hired to butcher their countrymen and n merca. ODES OF ANACREON. 303 ODE 66. To a FRIEND. SAY, what more can cheer the foul, Than o'er verdant meads to firole, Richly cloath'd in mantle green, Adding luftre to the fcene? Where the gentle zephyr's gale, Sweetly breathes along the vale? Grateful to the god of wine, Guard the juice-prolific vine ! Stretched beneath its ample fliadc, There to prefs the tender maid ; Ev'ry rapt'rous joy to prove, Tafting fweets, and fweets of love: In foft floods of biifs to roll, What can more delight the foul ? J. P~ /;/ Quarters, Brljlol^ Jan y 13, 1777. FRAGMENTS of ANACREON, ODE 95. -ENIGMA. LOVE's arrows pierce my bleeding heart, And ftill I feel not Cupid's dart 5 Dire madnefs fhakes my crazy brains, Yet there, no direful madnefs reigns. ODE 98. REAL joys fond lovers prove, When they feel a mutual love. ODE ODES OF ANACREON. .-^^-^SMMHSIS ODE 109. NO more fair ThrefTa's charms I view, Or care I if never do ! ODE 120. THE fell deftroyer, cruel Mars, Dlights in bloodfhed and in wars. J. P. ANACREONTIC. Againft PROCRASTINATION. VitCZ fumma brews fpem nos vet at incboare longam LET mirth and wine employ the day, Let pleafure hail the night; Let no dcfponding mortal fay, To-morrow's call I muft obey; But feaft him with delight. To-morrow may your fchemes defeat, Perhaps your love will fly ; Your fwect enjoyments incompleat ; The purpof'd blifs you then regret, Your thread is cut, you die ! ANACREONTIC. On hearing Mifs KITTY SMITH play and Jtng to the GUITAR. HARK! an angel's voice I hear, Sweeteft muiic ftrikes my ear! Whence can thcfe foft ftrains aiifc ? Sure I'm wafted to the fkics ! No ! O D E S OF A N A C R E O N. 205 No ! 'tis lovely Kitty fings ! No ! 'tis Kitty ftrikes the firings ! She, 'tis fhe has ev'ry art, To pleafe the ear, or win the heart: Who can behold the matchlefs grace, The thoufand charms of Kitty s face ? But when fuch charms of form are join'd, With Kittys voice and Kitty's mind; When voice y Jhape y face and mind confpire, We hope, fear, languifli and admire. J. \V. Philadelphia , 1771. End of tie ODES of ANACREON. 206 ELEGIES. TIBULLUS. ELEGY i. BOOK i. Mdre/ed to M'ifs M. N. THE mafly pelf, let others fondly ftore, And contemplate, well-pleal'd their cultur'd [ground, Yet fleeplefs dread the Battle's hoftile roar, Or tremble at the Clarion's warlike found. Unenvied poverty, be thou my gueft, While on my hearth, no Ignis fat mis glows ; "With plentious harvefts, be my labors bleft, Smile on the vintage, 'till my vat o'erflows. The blufhing grape I'll range with early care, And plant my apples with judicious handj Nor will I fcorn the ruftic plough to fteer, Or lafh my oxen o'er the furrow'd land. Nor would I blufh, if chance a bleating lamb, In fportive gambols from its fhepfolds roam ; Or kid, forfaken by its ruthlefs dam, To bring the little wand'rer kindly home. In milky ftreams my yearly offerings flow, To gentle Pales for my fav'rite fwain ; Each facred ftone with fragrant wreaths I ftrew, That points the devious way, or bounds the plain. The ELEGIES. $07 The faireft fruits that crown the infant fpr'ng, . Vertmnnus, rural god, the gift be thine ! The yellow tribute of my fields I bring, To deck, O Ceres / thy aufpicious Ihrine. His fythe, {hall ruddy. Priapits difplay, To fave my orchards from the pinion'd race; Ye god's ! once guardians in a happier day, My grateful feftals ftili fhall chearful grace. Then, from my countlefs herds a bullock bled, Now, but a lamb my little flock can fpare; The villagers around applaud the deed, And future bleffings fwell the grateful prayer. Deign then, ye gods, to tafte my humble fare, Nor flight the gifts, that earthen bowls afford ; Thus fed our anceftors, from potter's ware, And ductile clay adorn'd the frugal board. Ye prowling wolves, ye midnight thieves, forbear \ My little flock will fcarce repay your toil ; Let wealthier folds your hungry vengeance fliare, There, wet your fangs, and feaft on nobler ipoil. Thofe hoarded {lores, ye gods ! I afk them not, Which eke, my frugal anceftors poiTeftj A fparing crop be mine, a decent cot, An eafy couch, my wearied limbs to reft. What joy, to hear the howling tempeft fweep, And clafp my bafhful Delia in my arms ! Lull'd by the beating fhow'rs, we ^fink to fleep Or wake to mutual blils, fecure from harms. Thus crown my hopes, ye gods, let others fhare, The mafTy pelf v and heap the glitt'ring ore ! Who raging ftorms, and win'try feas can bear, In fearch of riches, tofs'd from fhore to fhore. While E L E G I E S.' While I, well-pleas'd enjoy my little ftore, Nor madly tempt for gain'the boifl'rous feas ; At feurching noon, a cooling ihade t' explore, And by a falling Itream to balk at eafe. Can gold compenfate for a weeping fair? Rather let earth her fhining hoards retain! Than my lov'd Delia fhed a precious tear, Or for my abfence feel a moment's pain. By fea and land MeJJala braves the war, And decks his palace with the dear-bought fpoil : The female foldier is alone my care, Fa ft to her threihold bound, I ceafelefs toil. I court no praife, if with my Delia blcft, Inglorious be my life, fo thou art mine ! Altho' with infamy and fliame oppreft, The world's applaufe for Delia I'd refign. With thee, the ploughman's work I'd chearful try, Or on fome defert mountain tend my fheep : Contented, on the barren foil to lie, And fondly, in thy dear embraces fleep. W*hat pleafures can he tafte on Tyrian down, Who ipends long wakeful nights in bitter fighs ? Supremely wretched if his miftrefs frown, Nor falling ftreams can clofe his weeping eyes. Hard was his heart, who from thy yielding arms, The phantom glory madly to obtain, Would (light thy lovely fmiles for war's alarms, And follow camps in fearch of fordid gain ! Ci/ifia's routed bands let him purfue, And o'er their captive lands his fvvay maintain 5 In gorgeous robes, expos'd to public view, With graceful art the foaming courfer reign: May thy dear image death's laft pains beguile, O let my dying hands thy bpfom prefs! Thy ELEGIES. 209 Thy tears flja'.f fall,-* -while bending o'er the pile, On my cold lips print many a parting kifs. Prom thy bright eyes the briny ftream fhall flow, "When on the blazing pile thou fe'eft me laid ; Nor ruggid fteel nor hard'ned flint I know Arm the kind bofom of fo fair a maid. Returning penfive from the mournful fcene, "What youth but weeps! what tender-hear ted fair] In pity to my fhade, then, O ! refrain, Thy lovely cheeks and golden trefTes fpare! Yet, while we live, we'll join in foft amours, "For death, unfeen, no plighted vows can move : Old age comes on, nor will it then be ours, "With hoary locks, to breathe the fweets of love. Now Venus fmiles and midnight broils delight, Then why fhould we of dangers be afraid ? Come on my friends, purfue the am'rous fight, And force a pafTagc to the half-coy maid ! Be this my poft of honor, this my care, Hence martial enfigns, hence all other arms ! Sound ye frill clarions for the fom of war, And bear them wounds amid your loud alarms. Give them the bloody earnings of the field, With all the wealth that fighting madmen prize : Contended with my plain, tho* frugal board, I fear not want, and riches I defpife. Camp at Valley-Forge, dpr J s *77 8 - ELEGY 2io ELEGIES. E L E G Y 2. To General Sir W H e K. B. . JMnla fohita Na'uls exit alite y Fercns * * * * * * * Mcevium. O AY, what ill-oinen'd ftar from Albion's fliore, What Diemon beckon'd thee to quit theftrandj What lucklefs bark thy guilty genius bore, To ftain with flaughter this once-happy land? Within the body of hell's dog you rode, For none but CerVrus would fuftain the load:! 'Twas impious Saturn** inaufpicious ray, With baleful Scdrpius illum'd thy way. Was it for thcc to act the murderer's parf, T* obey the mandates of a rmhlefs king; To fteel with brutal rage a human heart, And on our fertile plains deftruction bring ? O'er Atlas* flood with countlefs hofts you came, Arm'd with relentlefs rage, you plough'd the waves; Ruin, diihonor, mark'd thy fteps with fhame, Thick rofe the tombs, deep yawn'd the op'ning [graves. Thy merc'lcfs fword fpread civil difcord round, Thy hr.nd, deep-crimfon'd, multiplied the (lain, Each freeman's blood o'er-flow'd his native ground, And richly ferdliz'd the barren plain. Thine was the talk, and thine the damning guilt! Our country groan'd beneath tyrannic iway; By thy command each vital drop was fpilt, At thy command our fields in ruin lay! 'Twas //*** that brought the ruffian band from far, To teach them murder and dcftru&icn dire; Tl ELEGIES. 211 "*Twas #***, let flip the bloody dogs of war, And each defencelefs village wrap'd in fire. Witnefs, O Brandywine thy purple wave, Thy fields deep-furrow' d by the whift'ling ore; Thy mountains fpread with many a yellow grave, Thy trees befpatter'd round with human gore ! But, fee poor, ribbon'd Have thy fame decays, While mem'ry's annals paint each high-ting'd crime! For WASHINGTON difrobes thy fading bays, And fhines, fuperior in the rolls of time. Sweet mercy reins his arm, and patriot love Directs to conqueft in tne hallow'd caufe; Before his fteps, fee freedom's genius move, While millions greet the hero with applaufe I No buft for thee, fhall jMafTachufett raife, No lafting ftone thy name fhall eternize, No future bard fhall ever fing thy praife, For thee, no prayers fhall reach the diftant Ikies: But damn'd with infamy to lateft times, The man who dip'd his fteel in brother's gore : Each faithful annal fhall record his crimes, And brand his name, 'till world's fhall be no more* Camp at Perlioming, 1777* ELEGY 3. PASTORAL ELEGY, Gn tie death of Miff NELLY 3NI o N T G o M E R Y, to Mifs KITTY M'CALL, Both cf Philadelphia. T WAS when the fpangled curtains of the night, Kad veil'd HeavVs arch, and with a borrow'd [%** The 212 ELEGIES, The warning moon, faint glimm'ring o'er the plain,- Began her melancholy midnight reign; O'er the wide lawn fair Paftorella ftray'd, .And fadly penfive fought a gloomy {hade ; All nature flept the weeping maid alone To darkling groves made her deep forrows known; The groves refounded to her mournful cries, And plaintive echo, echo'd to her iighs. Hear me, ye woods, and ev'ry gentle gale ! Hear me Die cri'd, I Silvia's lofs bewail ; Ye pafling zephyrs bear my fighs along, Ye heath-clad hills, refound my plaintive fong ; Refound each rock, refound each diftant fhorc, Fair Sylvia's dead, and pleafure is no more. Ye fportive flocks that oft around us play'd, Our mutual care lament the gentle maid. Droop all ye flow'i s no more your fragrance yield, Nor paint, with varied hues, the ample field, 'Twas Sylvia's prefence made you look fo gay; Now Sylvia's gone, your beauties fade away. Her pleafing convcrfe fweeten'd ev'ry toil; While Sylvia liv'd, all nature feem'd to fmile : Bleft with my friend, from care, from forrow free, Where'er we went, there pleafure feem'd to be. The groves, the meads, each rural fcene look'd gay, And calm contentment crown'd each happy day ; But now, nor groves, nor meadows charm my fight, Nor rural fcenes afford the leaft delight; No more the mock-bird, or the thrufh I hear, All penfive feem, as drooping in defpair: For Sylvia's gone! her lofs they all deplore, My joys are fled, and pleafure is no more. Her plaintive woes thus Paftorella lung, With plaintive woe the hills and valleys rung: Till tired nature funk, with grief opprefl, And flecp, in pity, lull' d her cares to reft. J W. ELEGY t: L E G i E s: 213 ELEGY 4. On the Death of the amiable Mifs LETITI A THOMPSON, Eldeft Daughter of JOHN THOMPSON, Efq. of Newcaftle, on Delaware, in her i$thYear. Quis defiderhftt pudor, aut modus, tarn chart capitis? I COME foft-ey'd elegy, infpire my lays, With plaintive accents bid my numbers flowj I fing a virgin's death, a virgin's praife, A parent's joy, a parent's greatcft woe. 2. Paufe meditation, and the fcene furvey, Scarce roll'd two bufy, fleeting xras round, A haplefs corfc, the lov'i* Letitia lay, Condemn'd to moulder in a wintry ground. Wrapt in the hollow enamel's filent womb, The fair deceas'd reclines her peaceful head; A long oblivion feals her to the tomb, 'Till wak'd to judgment with the happy dead. From every breafl the fympathetic iigh, A down each cheek, the involuntary tear, A grief unfeign'd fits glim'ring in each eye, And pours fpontaneous o'er the virgin's bier. Sweet, hsautious, good, with every grace combin'd. That pleas'd the foul, inform'd the lovely fair, Each generous paffion warm'd her tender mind, Her lofs we feel, and feeling we defpair, If. 214 L E G I E S. 6. Yet why defpair ? fince Heav'n has fnatch'd the Immaculate from earth, through pureft love, In white rob'd innocence, and youth array'd, To realms of blifs, and happinefs above. If native virtue, wit without offence, If love parental may deferve regard, If iweeteft modefty, beneficence, An endlefs crown, clear maid, is thy reward. 8. Frefh blow'd the rofe, beneath a vernal iky, No lowering profpect ihew'd the threat'ning guft, Which furious came, alas ! nor deem'd fo nigh, And all its beauties humbled with the duft. Swift fped the fatal {haft, and pierc'd a heart, Fraught with the richeft gifts of a fupremcj 'Twere we alone that felt the icy dart, That rob'd the poet of his choiceft theme. 10. See ! pale and filent lies the lovely clay, Which vivid health fo late in bloom array'd, Fled are each grace, each native charm away, And every beauty funk in death decayed ! II. Hufh'd is the tongue whofe gentle accents broke In fofteft melody and fweetcft grace; Clos'd are the lips, that once fo pleafing fpokc, And fled the cliaftc vermilion of that face. * L B G I E 5: 12. ing thought! here let me wipe The falling tear, yet ftill my eye o'er-flowsj Oh ! could I tune the elegiac lay, To melt each, obd'rate breaft at human woes \ See! o'er her lovely duft with forrow bend, With heart-worn anguifti prefs'd a weeping trafc,' The helplefs parent, brother , fifter^ friend^ And tacitly of fate's decree complain. 14. "Where now is fled the father's fondeft care ? "Wafted far hence to fome more happy ihore | The mother's early joy is loft in air, And all her rifing glories are no more. Soft in the down of placid hope fhe lay, Smiling with brow ferene, and pailions even, Waiting the dawning of immortal day, She gently breath'd her guiitlefs foul to iicavea. 1. L P. ELEGY 5. HOPELESS LOVE. HOWL ye bleak winds along the barren plain With hollow murmurs fill the dufky air! Let thunders roll, let midnight darknefs reian, The dreary folace of my fours defpair. For, Oh ! I love but, heedlefs of my pain, X he maid, whole beauty all my foul infoires, Reicch 216 ELEGIES* Rejects my paffioa with a cold difdain, Damps my fond hopes, and chills my warm Oh! fmile no more, fweet folitudes where oft I fought my Mira in the checkcr'd {hade; "Where liiVning to her voice, her voice fo foft, My yielding foul was Mira's captive made. Thou defartforcft! witncfs to my love, To thce alone, in plaintive {trains, I dare Tell my fond pafiion, whilft I lonely rove, 'Without one ray of hope my fteps to cheer. Thou dcfart foreft ! in thy twilight ihaue, Oh let me wander f*.r from human light, Where no gay fun-beams the thick gloom pervade, Nor the pale moon gleams through with iilver light. Each fcene delighted when my Mira fmii'u, Woods, hills, and vales all nature look'd more gay; Sweet hope, c'eluilve hope! my heart beguil'd, And hoarT wiater laugli'd like youthful May. On my fond bofom then would Mira lean, I told rny love,- I told my ardent flame -But, ah! how chang'd from that enchanting fcene^ A fiivor'cl rival now ufurps my claim. Now nought but fadnefs, forrcw and defpair Attend my ftcps attend where e'er I go, All things that fmil'd, row gloomy afpects wear, The trees wave mournful fad the riv'lets flow. And, hark ! from yonder fclitary fpray The moaning turtle's plaintive notes refound . Thy plaintive notes I love -purfue thy lay It fuits ray forrow, and it fooths my \vcund. How oft, v.-hcn bleft with hopes of Mira's love, Haih fancy rais'd gay icenes of future joy! Fancy, with rapture, would unbounded rove O't;r ev'ry charm, and all my thought employ. JJiit r E L E G I S. 217 But now, ideal fcenes of blifs no more, Engage my heart and all my thoughts controul : Mira is loft--- whilft I the lofs deplore, A gloomy train of forrows cloud my foul. Though hopelefs love, unpitied though defpair^ With lading anguifli fill my tortur'd breaft; Where Mira dwells, let no intruding care, .No heart-corroding grief her peace moleft. Philadelphia. J. TV s. igMI-^^^^ ELEGY 6. To Mifs N. N. of Pa/ey. HOAV blcft were my days, O ye fwains [ How happy the time that has been, When blithfomc I trip'd o'er the plains, Or danc'd with my Nan on the green. No fhepherd as joyful as I, No lafs more delighted than flic \ Each fwain full of envy flood by, And pm'd at our amorous glee. Iler fong filPd with rapture the whole, The boors would come lift'ning around ; Her mufic enchanted my foul, Which footh'd, whilft it rankled my wouai. The meadows with pleafure each morn, For nofc-gays rnd chaplets Fd rove, The hair of my lafs to adorn, And fix on the breaft of my Love. But fince fhc has fled from my fight, And left me to forrow and care - y No more I'll partake of delight, But breath out my foul in defpair. 2iS E L E O I 1 $; Ah lucklefs, ah forrowful day f No more o'er the the landfcapc I'll rove $' Or pafs the fwcet moments away, In fond repetitions of love. ELEGY 7. The SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT. --- ...... Gaudet in Sy/vif k \7[7HERE wanders the lovelieft of maids ? What bow'rj Maria contains ? O ! waft me to thofc happy fliades Where roves the gay pride of the plains ! In her abfence there's nothing can pleafe, In vain the birds chearfully fmg ! For Co/in 9 s a ftranger to eafe, Nor knows the delights of the fpring* I've wander'd thro' each lonely vale, I've fought the recefs of each grove ; I've travers'd each hill and each dale, But never could meet with my love. To the woods and the wilds I complain^ And teach them my amorous woe ; They attentively hear my Tad ftrain, While the woods waft my fighs as they blow, But, ah ! what avails my complaint^ Or why do I figh to the grove ? Can I think fo all-beauteous a faint, Will attend to a fwain's iimple love? No ! Colin t your fighs are in vain, In vain to luch charms you afpire ; Should Maria but hear you complain, She'd laugb. at your foolHh, fond fire. Ate! ELEGIES. Alas ! let lier laugh if {he will, And cruelly fport with my love ; Tet her praife ev'ry valley fhall fill, And my pafllon refound thro* each grove. J. W ELEGY 8. On Solitude. Bear me, fomc God, Oh! quickly bear me hence To wliolefome folitudc, the nurie of fenfe ; Where contemplation prunes her rufiled wings, dnd tkc free foul looks down to pity kings. HAIL, folitude ! calm peaceful flate \ Thou choiceft bleffing here below, Unknown, unheeded by the great, Thou fovVcign balm of human woe! Contentment fwectly fmiles around, Where'er thou tak'ft thy blifsful feat, And youthful verdure decks the ground, While rofes fpring beneath thy feet. How bleft and happy is the fwain, Who far remote from noife and ftrifc; Whofe ;r n'rous Ibul is pure from ftain, Who leads a calm, unruffled life ! With whom peace, innocence and love-, That from thy blifs-inipiring train, Forever dwell, and with him rove Thro' ev'ry meadow, field or plain, How pleas'd he rifes with the dawn, And drives his fieecy care along Some ftlver brook, or flow'ry lawn, Cbarm'd with, the warbler's early fong. OH ELEGIES, Oh ! waft me to feme cool retreat, Where Heav'n-born cont-mplation reigns Where zephyrs fan th noon-day heat, And fongfters chaunt foul-thrilling ftrains Sequefter'd here ; in folitude, Befide a mofs-deck'd purling rill : From ev'ry mortal eye fecludc, Let me repofe, all calm and dill. Let wkifp'ring breezes foftly play, Within the leafy, ruftling grove ; While the fwcct Robin tunes his lay, And plaintive coos the mournful dove. Bleft with fuch pure, ferene delights, My Hcav'n-afpiring thoughts would rife On fancy's wing; in loftieft flights, Above the flar-befpanglcd ikies. While here I'd lie devoid of care, Sweet harmony fhould tune my foul, And melody bleft, charm my ear, How fwiftly time away would rollf J. ELEGY 9. On the Death af Enfan JOHN WlL COCKS, late of thf h or Royal Regiment of Ireland^ aged 22. Flelilis indignosy elegia, filve capillos y Ah nlmis ex vtro nunc tibi nonien trit I Hie tui votes Gperis, tua fama Tibullus, Ardet in exjlrnclo corpus inant rc-ga. COME elegy forlorn ! Come, weeping dame, and bid thy trefTes flow I Thou bear' ft, foft miftrefs of the tearful eye, From grief thy name, now name alas too juft ! For fee thy fav'rite bard, thy glory lye, h'd on yon fun'ral pile, ah, iifelefs duft i Hu/h'd ELEGIES. 221 HUSH'D be the dull impertinence of joy, ' ; Let plaintive ftrains the widow'd nine employ J While grief-lorn forrow broods o'er ev'ry plain, And bright Apptlh weeps Amyntor, -ilain : Amyntor gone ! the hills aod groves repine ; Their lofs is great, a greater lofs is mine. " And can I grieve too much?- what time fhall en4 My forrows for fo kind, fo dear a friend ?" Each tender feeling to the barcl was known, Andfriendfhip's bands had link'd cur fouls in one. No felfifh thought e'er fway'd his gen'rous mind > He lov'd his country, friend, and all mankind^ The fcft pierian maids, that tuneful choir, Profufely laviih'd their poetic fire ; Taught him, as Juvenal, the bitter drain, ~) To wanton in Anacreotis merry vein, Or, ioftly fweet, like Ncfo to complain : 3 With eaie to wield the graceful lyric pen, -Dcfcant on manners, morals, times and mem. Swoin with their bleft divinity, his foul Hath often foar'd, impatient of controul ; Plucking frefh laurels to adorn the flirine Of great Apollo and the lifter nine. No more, alas ! from that melifiuous tongue t (On whofe fweet accents I fo oft have hung, Attention all,} fhall thofc harmonious lays, Provoke my laughter, or excite iny praiie ? Whene'er difpos'd in hum'rous pafquinade, To paint the coxcomb, or the fwagg'ring blade ; . Or in farcaftic fa tire's ample road, To lafli his ign'rant brethren of the fword: Well-pleasM I read the truth-revealing tale, And fir'd with equal warmth I learn'd to rail.' Too low my fcng, alas ! my tuneful lays, T'extol his merk, or exprefs his praife ; Yet let me on my ruftic pipe complain, And mourn his death in elegiac ftrain : Jvly .cares and forrows conftantly rchearfe, And 222 ELEGIES. And with his name adorn my humble Tcrfe 'j "While in each line my poignant fufPrings flow, My deareft Wilcocks in Amyntor know. Let Mars lament and all his warlike train, Let Celia too lament Amyntor ilain,- Celia! whofe charms employ'd the poet's lore, Lov'd by ihc bard, but iov'd, alas, no more ! True to the laft, e'en in the pangs of death, He call'd his Ctlia with his hteft breath 5 Eid her, if e'er Ihe lov'd, like him, fincere, On his cold afhes drop one pitying tear. Deaf to his cries, the lovely beauteous fair Feels not the wound, nor knows her friend's defpair ; Knows not, alas ! her promis'd joys are o'er, Amyvtor dead, and pleafure too, no more. Now in the channel's mouldering bofom laid, Forgets his friends, forgets the fpotlefs maid ! Forgets mankind ! his venial fins fopgiv'n, His foul fupenor, mounts th' empyreal Hcav'n ; Fromcv'ry earthly manacle fet free, He leave* the world to grief, to Celia and to me. Learn then to die, yc thoughtlefs giddy youth f Death is a dreadful, incontefted truth , Wifdom and eloquence in vain may plead, We all mViib mingle \vith cur iircs, the dead ; Tho* to .Apollo cleHv, tho' our reward Eternal fime .; thus iings the moral bard " Po^ts themfelves muft fdll like thofe they fung, Deaf the prais'd ear and mute t!ic tuneful tongue ; E'en he whofe foul now melts in mournful lays, May (hortly want the gen'rous tear he pays. Then from his clofing eyes thy form ihall part, And the laft pang fha!l tear jthec from his heart : Life's idle buiinels at one gafy be o'er, The mnfe forgot, and thou be lov'd no mere. Philadelphia, ELEGY ELEGIES. 223 ELEGY 10. On the Death cf ' Doff or JOHN FINNEY. Addreffed to tie Honorable David Finney, Ef quirt) one of the Supreme Judges of the State of Delaware. Nevucaftle. When unreclaim'd the vicious fall, we weep, But with the virtuous dead each woe fhould flsep. ONCE more, Urania, breathe the plaintive lore, Infpire my bofom with thine hallow'd flame 1 'Tis wifdom, juflice, virtue I deplore, Sacred to thee and to eternal fame. I weep the good old man, whofe hoary hairs Now peaceful reft beneath the mould'ring ground ; "Whofe brow unvex'd with bufy tho'ts and cares, Sweetly unbends within the heaving mound. Heav'n gave the word, fate wing'd th* unerring dart, "Which pierc'd, alas, the mighty man f years I To filent duft confign'd his honeft heart, And bid reflexion feed her countiefs tears. Pity, tho' infult to thy happy (hade, Now flows alike from fympathy and love, Reflection joys to think our friend is made A bleft fojpurner with the faints above. What now avails thy ^Efculapean fkill, Thy drugs and noftrums or catholicon? The deftinies depend not on thy will ; Thy days are fix'd, thy healing influence gone. Could ftricbft piety o'ercome the grave, Or {hield from death thy venerable head j L 1 ' Could 224 ELEGIES. Could virtue from the tyrant's fury fave, Thou dill had' ft liv'd,nor had we mourn'd thee dead. ELEG On the Death of M'/fs ELIZA E New-England. GW vain, Eliza, are the tears we fhed, In vain we forrow for tliy early doom! Our woes, alas! can never raife the dead, Q* burft the fetters of thefilent tomb. Yet, deareft fhade, accept the votive figh, Tis all the tribute which thou can'ft receive; The rich, the poor, the bafe, the virtuous die, And naught is left for friendfliij), but to grieve. No more thy bofom beats with genial fire, Pale is that cheek, where rofcs bloom'd before j Thofe languid eyes that love could once infpire, Now ceale to conquer, and (hall roll no more. Yet o'er thy tomb (hall living fweets be fpread, The choiceft odours fhall the place enfhrine; While heav'nly radiance circles round thy head, And angels hail- thee in a form divine. On rapid pinions fleet our years away, Nor pray'rs, or offerings can a moment fave: Our greateft joys endure but for a day, And ev'ry day anticipates the graVe. Then while I live and breathe the vital air, I'll keep thy dear example in my mind; That I may fall, fuperior to defpaii, And tafte true comfort in a foul rcfign'd. Camp at Mcrr'ifcinia^ ijj6. E L E ELEGIES. * * * ELEGY 12 On the Death of JOHN HASELET, Ef quire, Colonel of the Delaware troops, ? Evocet aut manes laus et inanis honor? YE fires of freedom patrons of the brave, Accept the tribute of thefb tunelefs lays ! A votive offering to the patriot's grave, Will move your forrcw, while it fceks your praifc. Forgive the unletter'd mufe tho' bold the flight, Tis Haf clefs merit claims the poet's boon: From Lethe's ihades, to fame's meridian height, * To raife his virtues from the filent tomb. Unaw'd by minions, refolute as fate, Wife in the fenate, firm to freedom's caufe, K-e rais'd his arm to prop the * wav'ring State, Tortur'd by faction, cleftitute of laws. The fweets, pure flowing from domeftic life, With all the joys that wealth and affluence yield, Cheerful he left, to join the glorious ftrife, And face oppreffion in the doubtful field. To r.vr.re cn-jn;: s it th^i t'r.re hanging en nn equip- to < nV the bcuni o/. one iiiic or the nt: cr^bcr of AiV::r/: iy for th 226 ELEGIES. To curb the pride of Albion's frantic Lord, To free his country from a Defpot's chain, Hafelet for this, unfheath'd his vengeful fyvord, Nor has he drawn the vengeful blade in vain. Tho' o'er his head th' inclement Sirius reigns, And mid-day Phoebus darts tiis fcorching rays, Tho J wint'ry blafts congeal the fnow-clad plains, He braves the fealons, emulous of praife. When iron thunders fpread deftruction round, He fmil'd at danger, for he knew not fear j Bold in the war, in ev'ry conflict found The hardy foldier and the prudent feer. Before his eyes a bright example fhone,- The immortal IVajlnngton^ in arms renown'd ; His manly virtues wifh'd to make his own, To raife a hero with fair glory crown'd. Swift o'er the dufky heath, in columns vaft, (Shining refulgent on the ruddy morn,) Britannia's veterans move in warlike hafte, Viewing our cohorts with the eyes of fcorn. Quick thro' the circl'ing air deftruftion fped, While tortur'd aether echo'd to the roar; Briton on Briton o'er the landfcape fpread, And Freemen's blood enrich'd the mingled gore. Thy plains O Princeton, red with carnage tell The crimfon'd laurels of the well-fought day ! How Hafelet conquer'd, and how brave he fell, And crown'd with vicYry breath'd his foul away. 'Twas freedom call'd the willing patriot forth, He came, he fought, and for his country blec}, His active fword proclaim'd his manly worth, And fame now ranks him with the mighty dead. c - The favage hand of war hath clos'd thofe eyes, Whence hcneft nature {hone in frienqly fmile?, ELEGIES. $27 Such looks as fpoke him gen'rous, brave and wife, Stranger to fraud and affectation's wiles !" Some future day fhall -{heath our blood-ftain'd Arords, Glutted with vengeance on the Britifh hofts; Far driven from our fhores, thofe murd'iing Hords, Shall feek afyium on their native coafts. Tremble ye traitors to your country's good, For juftice unappeas'd, with reeking blade, Still threats for Mercer and for Hafelet's blood, And Jerfey defart, .by your .treafons,-*-madeJ Receive then, honored ("hade, a long farewell ! Thy fate America fliall ftill deplore : Some future bard, (more fkill'd) thy deads fhall telj, And weep the foldier who is now -no more. Brifto! t Head-Quarters, Jan. 14, 1777. ELEGY 13. On lie Death of Brigadier General HUGH MERCER, of Virginia, ivko ivas Jlatn in the aclion near Princeton ^ January 3, 1777. Addreffed to the Honorable Colonel William Grayfon, of Dumfries, a Member of Coagrefs, for the Com monwealth cf Virginia. Et generis ia-Hiatus honos, dominatio reriirr., Quicquid opt-s, cjuicquiJ forma dcderc boni, Supfemam fimul hanc exv-eitant omnia noctem; Scilicet ad lethum ducit honoris iter. NOTHER Patriot claims the votive rtrain, Frefli laurels fpring around the honor'd hearfe ; Larf.cnted Mercer, erft in battle {lain I Pe thine the cfTrlr.g cf my humble v*rfe. 'Tie 223 ELEGIES. 'Tis nature bids the manly tear to flow In rich oblations, o'er the clofing urn | Guiltlefs of art, unufual feelings glow, And hard'ned chiefs,- involuntary,- mourn. Hut, fdy what * caufe, -from fweet domeftie eafe, Called forth the patriot to the doubtful ftrife, From fcenes, where afluence lavifh'd all to pleafe, The fondling infarjt, and the tender wife? Thofe fo ft endearments are, alas! no more, No kindred tie his willing ftep detains, RefolvM, lie leaves Virginia's friendly fhorc, To guard the foil where Heav'n-born freedom reigns, The naked Indian, or the valiant * * * *, The painted favage, and th' untutor'd band, On thofe, no more his angry weapons fall, A foe, more favage, dares his chaft'ning hand. Now Sol up-rifing, guilds the difbant fpire, Paints the dun umbrage of the weftern wood, O'er haplefs Princeton, fheds his genial fire, lioufing the Briton to new fcenes of blood. Loud founds the martial trumpet from afar, The watchful cavalry invert the ground; The beat of drums proclaims th' approach of war, While frighted Heralds bear the tidings round, The diftant hills on each horizon blaze With poliflvd arms, and troops in vaft parade; No ling'ring terror, cither hoft delays To meet the foe, in warlike pomp array 'd. Intrepid Mercer leads the embattTd van, His great example ev'ry foldicr fires; Thru 1 * D.r.-n f.d Cuiovere loco me tempera grata, Civilifjue PuJcjn belli tulit ^Elius in arma, HOR. ELEGIES. Thro'-out the deepening line, from man to man, The pulfe of glory ev'ry breaft infpircs. Swift on the foe the dauntlefs warrior fprings, Braves the loud cannon's deiolating force, Dares the grim terrors of their circling wings, And ftrcws the field with many a bleeding corfe. But pierc'd he falls, he welters on the ground ; The ruffian foe rejbfce with favage cries, While reeking bay'nets blnili from wound to wound, Mangi'ing the hero as he beeding lies. A corps referv'd, tho' panting for the deed, Indignant view'd the tragic fcene from far, Onward they furious rufh'd with vengeful fpeed, Fly'd the loud cannon, and renewed the war. Fcrc'd from their murd'ring work, the villains fly, In broken columns o'er the bloody field, Some breathlefs faint, fome malm'd expiring Ii~, While others, trembl'ing to the victors yield. In vain they fhun the vengeance of our arms, In vain the terrors of the war decline, The grateful chafe each patriot bofom warms, And fhow'rs deft ruction on their routed line. Revenge appeas'd with ample vicTry crown'd, For Mercer mangled, and for Hnfelet flam, Sees Briton's mifcreants ftrew the purple ground, A grateful tribute on the well-fought plain. Now what was virtue, which the jufb admire, Soul of the patriot, inilmct of the brave ? Qviench'd is that fpark that fed the genial fire, And Mercer il umbers in the peaceful grave. Olympus' E L E G I E S. Olympus' toxv'ring heights, thofe bled abodes, Where freedom fheds her fair, aufpiciotis ray,' Glorious he feeks, and mix'd with kindred Gods, Breathes the pui-Qjether of eternal day. Philadelphia , January 21, 1777. End of the ELEGIES, THE Congrefs of the United States, as a taftimony of public gratitude, and an incitement to future deeds ot virtue and [.atriotifm, ordered that a monument fliould be eredled at Bofton, in honor of Major General Warren, who fell in the aftion on Hunker's-Hill, and another in Virginia in honor of Brigadier General Mercer, who was ilain in the battle at Princeton. They alfo decreed, that the eldeft fon of the former, and the youngeit fon of the latter of thefe generals, fliould be educated at the expence of the United States. The Legislature of the State of Delaware (to their honor be it fpoken) have likewife caufed a marble tomb-Hone to be erected over the grave of Colonel Hafelet, in the city of Philadelphia, who fell in the laft mentioned engagement, on which the following epitaph is engraved : In Memory of JOHN HASELET, Efymre, Colonel of the DE L AWARE REGIMENT, Who fell Gloriotf/ly at the Battle of PRINCETON, In the Caufe of AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE, January 3d, 1777. The General Afiembly of the DELAWARE STATS, Remembering His Virtues as a Man, His Merits as a Citizen, and His Services as a Soldier, Have caufed this Monumental Stone, In Teftimony of their Refped^ To be placed over his Grave, Anno MDCCLxxxtn. His body was brought from the field of battle and buried with every pofc- fible mark of military diftindlion. The author had the honor of bearing the pall on that melancholy occafion. TRANSLATIONS FROM OVID. E L E G Y 8. Z>^ Trijlibut. T) ACKto their fountains {hall the rivers run, "^ * " And with inverted courfe the blazing fun, > His beaten tri6t and well-known journey fliun. J Un-numberM' ftars the fertile earth produce, ./Etherial plains be fown for mortal's ufe ; The water to devouring flame fli-all change, And fpdrtive fifli thro' lire (unhurt) {hall range 5 Her fixed courfe, no mere fiiall nature hold, No harmony dial! govern as of old ; The things furpafling truth no more (hall be Deny'd, but grant a poiTibility. This I foretcl, becaufe deceived by him, I bop'd afil.lant in my advene time. INI m Faithlcfs I 232 TRANSLATIONS Faithlcfs ! could'ft thou fo eafily forget, Did fear deter thec to bewail my fate ? That thou, nor comfort brought'ft, nor parting eyes"| Declared thee in my ills to fympathize ; ^ Hard -hearted ! nor to mourn my exequies. J Thou doft the facred name of friend profane, The ties with the are light, the bonds are vain. What was't, when with the weight of woes oppreft, T'ave fpoken comfort to my wounded breaft ? Tho* for my fate no tears of grief did flow, At lead thou fhould'ft have counterfeited woe. And whatever ftrangcrs at departure did, ^ Have join'd thy hand, and {hook a farewel nod, > And followed in their words, the multitude. 3 My mournful vifage, while thou may 'ft to fec> No more again to be beheld by thee ! And in one word to fay and to receive Farewel ! the laft that we (hould ever give. This others did, whom no acquaintance join'd, Their tears of pity ftiew'd a tender mind. What, if by converfe and by ftrongcr ties, And length of time my friendfhip firft did rife ? What if my fports and ferious thoughts, to thec Were known, --thy fports and ferious thoughts to me? What, if at Rome we but acquainted were, So often call'd in all my joys to fhare ? Are thefe all vaniuYd into air and found, Or in th' oblivious lake of Lethe drown'd ? Thou, ia th' imperial city ne'er wert born, The place to which my feet muft ne'er return, But on the cragged rocks of Pontus bred, Thee, Scythian mountains, and Sarmatia fed : Hard, ftoney veins are round thy liver nvin'd, And feeds of unwrought iron form thy mind. A Tygrefs in thy helplefs infancy, Offer'd her fwelling dugs and fofter'd thec. If in my evils (like a ftranger) thou Had'ft fhar'd a part, I had not blam'd thee now : Sinec FROM O V I D. 233 Since this is added to my heap of woe, That thou, once faithful, art no longer fo, Let me forever thy blacJc crime forget ; Return, a friend, unto thy former ftate ! So mall thofe lips, that of thy fault complain, Once more thy praifes celebrate, again. 1718. D. F. ELEGY 3. B. III. De Trtftibus. Addrejfcd to Ins luifs. IF tli* unknown character thy wonder draws, Know then, my fickneis was the fatal cauic. I languith in the world's remotefl ends, And fcarcely know what fate myfelf attends ; 'Mong barb'rous Scythians and the Getes confin'd, What thoughts can'ft thou fuppofe t' employ my mind? I icarce endure the bleak, inclement air, Nor am I wont iuch chilling rains to bear : (Accuftom'd, all my life to downy eafe,) The country does, (I know not how) difpleafe. No houfe, no cordials for the fick are found, No Apollonian artift all around ; No friend to comfort, none to pafs away In pleafant tales, the Howry-moving day. All evils, far-remov'd I undergo, And dire remembrance brings increafe of woe. Thy abfence woundeth more than all my ills, Thy dear idea, my whole bofom fills ; Yet thus iejoin'J, thy name 1 call upon, ""] My tongue, inceffant ipeaks of thee alone, j* In nightly dreams, and eich revolving fun : J E'en while I wildly t:\lk and fra-.:tic fecrn, In all my madncfs ihou art ftlll my theme. Should 213.4 TRANSLATIONS Should my parch'd tongue to my rough palate join. Nor were my fpeech to be reftor'd by wine ; At thy approach I'd raiie my drooping head, And hopes of thee, fliould fprightly vigour add. I live thus doubtful, while my wayward fate, "| Unknown to thee, no forrovv can create, Or interrupt thy calm, unruffled ftate : J But thou enjoy'ft no fettled peace of mind, Nor can'ft thou pleaiure in my abfence find, If then, my fate has fill'd th' appointed years, And the laft moment of my life appears :~- Ye mighty Gods .! how fmall a boon it were, ~") For you, a wretched, dying man to fpare, ^ And grant his native country for his fepulchre! J 'Till fate's approach was punishment deferr'd. Had intervening fate my flight debarr'd,- How fearlefs could I render up my breath, And fmile with pleaiure in the pangs qf death. Yet ftill I live by deftiny's command, To die, an exile in a foreign land. Shall then my corfe in climes unknown be laid, Which my hard fortune more fevere has made ? No bed receive me, when my fpirits fail, No faithful friend my obfeques bewail ? Nor floods of- tears hed by my mournful wife, Kecall a little fpace, rny fleeting life ? Nor on my friends fhall lay my laft commands, "") Nor when my glafs has fpent the ebbing fands, }* My languid eyes be clos'd by fome kind hands ? J And fhall this defart region be my grave, No fun'ral rites, unmcurn'd, no burial fhall I ha ve Wilt thou not grieve when this fad.itory's told, Nor from thy breaft thy trcmbi'ing hands with-hold? Wuh out-Arctch'd arms thy fatal lofs proclaim, Arcl oc invoke thy hufband's empty name ? Yet, ah, deiift ! and in thy wild deipair, "j Thyheav'nly face, aiid golden ringlets fpare ! J" Long before this, v/e fepiu-atccl were. When FE.OM O V ID. 235 When baniih'd from my native land I fled, 'Twas then a far more painful death I died. Now, if thou can'ft, rejoice, but well I know, Thou can'ft not : Death will finifli all my woe. Exert thy courage ftill beneath the weight, So long accuilom'd to the frowns of fate 5 And when my body on the pile decays, that my foul could perilh in the blaze ! For if the fpirit leaves the brittle clay, Behind, and bafks itfelf in open day, (As th' anticnt Samian bard was us'd to 1 fhall 'mong Scythian ghofts a fhade become, And wander dill far from my native home : My laft remains enclos'din fome fm all urn, Bring back, fo I from exile fliall return ; 'This none forbids, the Theban fitter's hand Interr'd a brother 'gainft her King's command. ,Of fragrant fweets a balfam then compound, -% And Itrew them with Amomum all around, c Then lay them gently in Pomerlan ground : -Then on the marble where my afhes lie, ~) In capitals engrave this elegy, That may be read by ev'ry pafling eye :- -^ ffere Ovid lies, who five et!y fang of !cve, And by bis wit Auguftus* wrath did move ; Nor think it much, my Jr lends > when this is ready To fay y the earth reft gently ou his head* Let this fuHice, but my immortal name, And deathlefs verfe, infculp'd on leaves of fame (Tho' once my ruin,) when I'm dead fhall vie With time, awd live till laft eternity. Next on my hearfe the fun'ral gifts be paid, And garlands moift'ned with thy tears be laid : And tho' the fire my mortal parts confume, Thy piety fhall reach them in the tomb. A thoufand 236 TRANSLATIONS,^. A thousand things befide, I fain would tell, But my tir'd tongue and fainting fpirits fail : And now, perhaps, the laft farewell receive From me, who want myielf, what I fo freely give, 1720, D. F, End of the TRANSLATIONS from OVID. e e PASTORALS. PASTORAL i. Tranflated from VIRGIL. Tityrus and MelibcCits. M. BENEATH the covert of a bcachen fhadc, You happy Tityrus, fupiaely laid Sweetly at eafe, indulge your rural lay ; Forc'd from our homes, alas ! we flee away, While here reclin'd, you ling the matchlefs fair, And Amaryllis fills tl^e circl'ingfair. T. A God thefe bleffings on your friend beftow'd, For ever fhnll I view him as a God,) 'he tend'reft lambkin from my woolly flock, >hall on his facred altars yearly fmoke. [y herds he gave the verdant plains to graze, ,nd me, again to chaunt my ruftic lays. 23$ PASTORALS. M. Unen-vled live ! --while we poor fwains amaz'd, "JjSTlien fire and (Word our cottages laid vvafte, No ruffian foldier's defolating arm . Approach'd the limits of your little farm. On me, alas, unnumbcr'd hardlhips throng [ E'en while I drove this feeble ewe along, Her twins the hope of all my fcatter'd flock-, She left unkindly on the defart rock. But had I not to fortune's threats been blind, How oft might I thofe dire portents divin'd ; When Heav'ns high will in loudeft thunders fpoke, And forked light'nings cleft the -knotted oak : When crouch'd at midnight from thchonid gloom, The fable Raven croak'd th' impending doom. Then fay my friend, from whence the blefiing flow'd, On whom with gratitude thefe lays beftow'd ? T. I tho't e'en mighty Rome, (poor filly clown,) As Mantua fmall our little country town, Where blithfome fhepherds from the neighb'ring plain, To market bring their tender (leecy train. Thus whelps I kn ew, thus kids their mothers call, And thus great things I meafur'd by the fmall, But other towns compar'd to Rome appear As creeping (limbs -beneath the tow'ring fir. , M. But why this vifit to the city paid ? T. ' Freedom, my friend, which came, tho' long delay'd * She came at length, but age had fprinkl'd o'er My furrow'd chin, a venerable hoar: Nor would my Amaryllis e'er be kind, J Till humbler Galatea I rcfign'd. Faft PASTORALS. 239 Faft bound to her in love's enfeebl'ing chain, Nor wealth nor liberty I wifh'd to gain ; For while with Galatea's perfon bleft. Tho' oft my bleeding lambs her altars prefs'd ; Tho' many cheefe-*cakcs to the fair were fent, Still I return'd as empty as I went. M. We wept to fee fair Galatea mourn, But little tho't fhe pin'd for your return ; The rip'ned apples with'ring on the tree, Our wonder ceafes now, 'twas all for thee : For thee each ft ream in flghing cadence flow'd, Thee, ev'ry dale and mountain call'd aloud. T. Alas ! what could 1 do ? while here enflav'd, Of freedom, happinefs and peace bereav'd ? Twas there I hop'd to find, and only there, A God propitious to my ardent pray'r. There, firft I view'd the youth of heav'nly frame, For whom my loaded altars monthly flame: He heard my plaints, then bid me homeward fpeed, My ground to culture and my flocks to feed. M, Happy old man! your fields fecure from fpoil, "") Piemain, fufficient to repay your toil ; While reeds and thorns o'erfpread the neighb'ringfoil ; J Tho' ftones and marfhy fenns your farm furround, A little care will fertilize the ground: Your teeming ewes fhall brouze the latent glade, Nor of the tainted fheepfold be afraid. Bleft fwain! among thofe facred, well-known ftreams, You reft fecure, nor dread the dog-ftar's beams ; See yonder hedge wafts fragrance on the breeze, While o'er the blofToms hang the cluft'ring bees : The bufy throng* in humming caJencs deep, N n i^wectlv 44* PASTORALS. Sweetly invite the wearied fwain to fleep. The woodman from the diftant mountain {ings., And rural echo thro' the valley rings ; The gurg'ling Pidgeon and the cooing dove, From yon high elm unite their fongs of love. T. The finny race the verdant hills {hall try, And ftags aloff fhali cleave the flaky Iky ; In Soan's cleai ftream the Parthian fhall drink, The German dwell on rugged T'ygris 9 brink, Ere his dear image from my breaft fhall part, Or foul ingratitude debafc my heart. M. But we, alas! muft roam to climes untold, Scorch'd by the fun, or chilPd with pinching cold. Kemote Oaxis others fhali confine, And forne fliall pans beneath the burning line , In thirfty Afric, Scythia's freezing wind, Or hoftile Britain from the world disjoined. Shall I, alas ! now doom'J to banifhment, "When time rolls o'er, and tedious years are fpcn.% "With native pleafure view the happy fpot, And fee, with joy, again my humble cot ? \Vhofe rnorly cov'ring rais'd I with this hand ; Or iirfl of fvvains, once more thofe plains command, For rude barbarians were my furrows plow'd, -> Was it for this my fertile lands were fow'd ? From civil jars this dire confufion rlow'd ! -^ I'll prune the vine and graft the mellow pears, I loofe my labour, for the fruit is theirs. Adieu my happy fields and Sylvan fhade, Adieu my orphan flock, which once I fed ! No more, well pleas'd fliall I behold you climb From rock to rock and crop the fragrant thyme : Or view with trembl'ing in the grot below, My goats depending from the mountain's brow ! Adieu PASTORALS* 241 Adieu my pipe, adieu ye tuneful train, Hufh'd are my notes, nor iliall I more complain. T. With me, at leaft this night, thy cares forego 5 Stretch'd on the grafs let focial pleafures flow ; Chefnuts and apples frail your palate pleafe, Stawb'ries and cream, with good old country cheefe : For fee yon Hamlet's fmoke the ikies pervade, And diftant mountains ftretch their length'ning hade k^ Delaware Counties , 1760. PASTORAL 2. On the Death of the Honorable the Proprietary of Pennfylvania. Addrefled to the Hon. RICHARD PENN, Efquire, late Governor of this Province. Delivered at the Commencement in Philadelphia. Philander and Corydon. P. HAIL to the day, that joyous now appears, To crown the labours of our youthful years ! A day ! whofe beams difpenfe unufual fmiles, And gives us pleafure in return for toils. Lo, icience in her facred hand difplays The wreath that binds our brows with lading praife ; All nature ihares our joy and looks more gay, The circling hours, hilarious wing their way. Say then, my friend, what means that deep-heav'd figh ? Why ftarts the tear of forrow from thine eye ? if now on fcience* wing thy Heav'n-born foul, Mounting fublime where worlds unnumber'd roll, Reads 242 PASTORALS. Reads nature's laws among the dazling ftars, And all the planets whiftPing in their fpheres ; Or marks how blazing orbs portentous ftray Thro' pathlefs trails amid celeftial day : Where is thy wonted philofophic mien ? The foul of rapture, and the look ferene ? C. Alas, my friend ! thofe orbs that roll on high, And all the glories of the fpangled Iky, Can to yourCorydon afford no joy, While fcenes terreftrial all his thoughts employ! How vain is each enjoyment here below, Our greateft pleafure oft the fcene of woe ! Frail man is like a plant in fome fair vale, Whofe downy bofom fcents the vernal gale ; The rifing morn its opening bud difplays, At noon it bloiToms and at night decays : Juft fo life's blaze once fled, a folemn gloom, Succeeds, in manfions of the filent tomb : The brave, the ftrong, the wife, the virtuous fall ; Death undiflinguifh'd, aims his fhafts at all. P. Why fliould my Corydon conceal his grief ? The caufe declare, and take a friend's relief. C. Does not Philander hear yon tolling bell ? How fad the news it fpeaks in ev'ry knell ; The good Sylvanus all with tears deplore, The father of his country is no more! P. Sylvanus gone ! O name forever dear ! May ev'ry fwain embalm it with a tear : Hencefortk PASTORALS. 243 Henceforth be nought but elegiac ftrains, And notes of forrow heard o'er all the plains. No more fhall Schuylkiir$ filver ftreams delight, Nor turgid Delaware my fteps invite ; The voice of woe fliall found from fhore to fhore, " The great, the good Sylvanus is no more ! C. Diftrefling found ! may time preferve his name, And write it glorious in the page of fame ! For lo ! where nought but pathlefs defarts ftood, < And the poor Indian roam'd his native wood ;'' Fair fcience now, beneath his foft'ring hand, Thefe * walls hath rais'd to blefs a chofen land; And commerce, arts and laws, a glorious train, Upheld by him have deeper fix'd their reign. See too on yonder plain, a dome :f, defign'd To nurfe the feebler part of human kind ! The poor, the blind, the maim'd, exulting there, With heart-felt drains proclaim his guardian care: Their grateful hymni like morning incenfe rife, To waft the good Sylvanus |o the fkies. p, Prepare we then to join the mournful fong, And let thefe vaulted roofs, the varied notes prolong. AIR. Water parted from tbefea. Patriots lent us from the fkies, May awhile mankind delight; But for pleafures forrows rife, When they're wafted from our fight. Good * The College of Philadelphia. | The Alms-houfe and Houfe of Employment, "commonly called the Bettcrinsr-houfe. 244 PASTORALS. Good Sylvanus, wife, fincere, Once to blefs our land was giv'n > But he walk'd a pilgrim here, Till he gain'd his native Heav'n. Mufic, all hail ! thou earlieft child of light ! Whofe ftrains began when chaos rofe from night ! When firft this pond'rous fphere began to roll, Thy notes, melodious rung from pole to pole. Prompt at thy voice setherial angels raife Melodious anthems to JEHOVAH'S praife : The favage man, by thee is taught to bend To focial joys, and form the gen'rous friend. tf To founds of heav'nly harps he dies away, And melts in viiions of eternal day." The above ivas fpoken at tJ:e public A:~ mencement in the College of Philadelphia^ Ju-. by Meflrs. Samuel Armor and * * * * * * * their taking the degree of Batcbeior in Arts> in p- a very crouded and rcfpeclable audience. Tr? : fet to mtijtc and fung by Jacob i> inkfon t Efq* -" companied by the organ and the bands of the I 8iv3 ir . Regiment of Ireland^ and the 2 ifl or Royal North tijh Fuzileers. The Exercifes, (which cor.:: whole day>) gave general fatisfacJion. N PASTORAL 3. Tranflated from the German of GESNER, Mir til I its and Tbyrjis. M. OW night her fable curtains fpreadaror.n^ And ev'ry flock lay flumb'ring PASTORALS. 245 Upon a hill that over-looked the plain, There fat Mirtillus, folitary fwain ; Of withered boughs a cheering fire he made, Whofe rays reflected o'er the diftant glade. As on the grafs he fat, in penfive mood, His wandVing eyes each circl ing object view'd ; The ftars that o'er his head, bright-twinkl'ing flione, The landfcape iilver'd by the riling moon : But hark ! a raftl'ing noife the fhepherd hears, He ft arts ! 'twas Thyrfis ! Thyriis now appears. M. Welcome my friend^ .come feat thee on the grafs, And warm thyielf before this cheering blaze. But fay what bufinefs brings thee to this place, When all the world feems lock'd in fleep's embrace ? T. Good evening Mirtil ! could I once have thought, T'ave met thee in this folitary fpot: To hear thy melting, melancholy fong, I fhould not from the place Have tarried long: When firft thefe flames I view'd from yonder dale, Whole cheering rays ftream'd lovely down the vale. But hear me Mirtil, now the moon's pale light, And filent midnight hour to fongs invite ! Hear me, Mirtillus ! as I wifli to live, This lamp to thee with willing hand I'll give ; This lamp, which oft I've heard the fhepherds fay, My father moulded from the ductile clay ; With wings and feet adorn'd, a dragon's frame, In his wide mouth pure burns the liquid flame : In circl'ing folds his tail convenient lies, Which forms an handle to the curious prize. This, for thy mufic freely I'll bellow ; Thenfingof Daphnis and or 'Glow's woe. M. 246 PASTORALS. M. For thee I'll fing, (I joy to pleafe a friend,) Of Cloe's grief, and Daphnis' fancied end : Then hear me Thyriis, now the moon's pale And filent midnight hour to fongs invite ; Do thou collect the wither'd boughs hard by ; And fuel to the warning fire fupply. " Ye lofty rocks, with me ye vales deplore, Refound my lays along the winding ihore." The filver moon with mildeft radiance flione, When on the beach fair Cloe ftood alone ; Impatient on the lonely fhore fhe flood, To view her Daphnis wafted o'er the flood. She op'd her lips, her words were magic charms, While fportive echo wantons with her fighs. A howling wind hufh'd hideous thro* the wood, Loud fhook the groves,*- and roar'd the darning [flood ; She beat her tender breaft in wild difpair, Wrung her foft hands and tore her lovely hair. Ah Daphnis ! Daphnis ! O you faithlefs fea ! Ye nymphs ! ye nymphs ! ah miferable me ! But why delay to dive into the wave, And with my lover feck a wat'ry grave ? Thus fpoke the grief-lorn maid, and with a leap She head-long plung'd into the foamy deep. Ye lofty rocks wiih me ye vales deplore, Refound my lays along the winding fhore ! The gentle nymphs that o'er the waves prefide, Bore the fair damfel fafely on the tide. Ah, cruel nymphs ! unkindly to deny Jhat bill's to me which death would foon fupply ! Ah ! f wallow me ye waves ! the waves forbore, And 0:1 an iPund wafh'd the maid afhqre. O o Daphnis 248 PASTORALS. Daphnis by fwimming had the ftorm furviv'd, And at this happy place was fafc arriv'd. Too weak my numbers and my lays too mean, To paint the tranfports of this melting fcene ; What tears of joy obfcur'd her virgin charms, When Chloe funk within her Daphnis' arms : The mufe forbears the arduous talk to try, Imagination muft the reft fupply. More tender far than when the Nightingale, Efcapes the limits of her narrow jail, Where long confin'd ihe heard her abfent mate In neighboring copie bewail his haplefs fate : She flies with rapture to her Philomel, They join their wings, they flutter, flgh and bi Now all the groves re-echo to their fong, And peaceful night their am'rous tales prolong. Ye lofty rocks, ye vales lament no more, Let joy refound along the winding ihore I I've rung the fate of two fond lovers woe, And claim the lamp you promis'd to be (low- Philadelphia^ Nov. 10, 1777. End of lit PASTORALS. PROLOGUES, &c. PROLOGUE To THETRAGEDY OF BUNKER H I L L. mighty rera big with dread alarms: Aloud calls each American to arms. Let ev'ry breaft \vith martial ardour glow, Nor dread to meet the proud ufurping foe. What, tho' our bodies feel an earthly chain, Still the free foul, unblemiih'd and ferene Enjoys a mental liberty > a charm, Beyond the pow'r of fate itfelf to harm. Sould vicYry crown us in the doubtful ftrife Eternal honors mark the hero's life : Should wounds and {laughter be our haplefs doom, - Unfading laurels deck the martyr's tomb : A fure reward awaits his foul on high, On earth his memory ihall never die : And 250 P R O L O G U E S, &c. And when we read the fatal flory o'er, One tear fhall drop for him who is no more. Who nobly ftruggled to iupport our laws, And bravely fell in freedom's facred caufe. Let virtue fire us to the martial deed "We fight to conquer, and we dare to bleed : Witnefs, ye fathers ! whofe protrafted time, Fruitful of (lory chronicles the clime. Theft howling defarts, hofpitably tame, Erft fnatch-d you martyrs from the hungry flame; 'Twas Heav'n's own caufe, beneath whofe fhelt'ring [pow'r, Ye grew the wonder of the prefent hour. The talk be ours with unremitted toil, ~\ To guflrd the rights of this dear-purchasd foil From royal plund'rers greedy of our fpoil : "Who" come, refolv'd to murder and enilave, To fhackle Freemen and' to rob the brave. Tho' loud-mouth'd cannon threaten from afar Be this our comfort in the ftorm of war: There view unfhackled freedom glorious rife ! Power no more its lawlefs courfe {hall run, A patriot * rifes at the fetting fun. Britannia's prowefs is no more our boaft, Her laurels blafted and her glory loft ; Ambition ! bane of ev'ry good, to thec She owes her fall, her fall from liberty ! Lux'ry and {loth overwhelm her abject race, And fervile bondage agrevates difgrace : Her treafures wafted, fhe retains befide, A reptile meannefs with her native pride. But view America's far diftant fhore, Where peace fits fmiling as the billows roar ; Where freedom reigns, and plenty crowns the year, Where confcious virtue rules without a fear ! Science and arts her darkfome wilds pervade, And all the mufes confecrate the fhade, " Let gold and gems in Chilian mountains glov?, Let plague and poifon, In ft and rapine grow ; Yet fee where Pcnnlykanin's Hills ariie, Luxuriant foil ! beneath iiululgeru fkies : All-bounteous Heav'n adorns the happy land, And fcatters .bleffiogs . .ul-hand: P ? Cut *' The I Ion . Cul . G . *V A s H i x G T o x . ODES: it what avails her unexhaufted flores, fer blooming mountains and her funny fliores, With all the gifts that Heav'n and eanh m^trt, /The Imiles of nature and the charms of ait j ' If proud oppreflion in her valleys reigns, Or tyranny ufurps her happy plai.ns ?" In antient days, when honeft men bore fway, And honeft fubjedls gloried to obey ; Princes and rulers zealous of applaufe, P^eligion, juflice, liberty and laws In happy unifon fpontaneous join'd, And friendship blefs'd with harmony mankind* As time roll'd on thofe great Epochal fled, While patriots fuffer'd, and while heroes bled. But we tho' fanguinary tyrants threat, ^ And civil wars our lives anticipate, Defy oppreffion as we challenge fate. J No more fliall afts of antient worthies charm, Our Congrefk' praife fhall now each bofom warm ; By them infpir'd our humble voices raife To ling their worth we'll tune our annual lays, Jnfeniibly we feel the glowing flame, Seduc'd by them to tread the paths of fame. When ebbing centVies wafte this earthly fphere* Their fli^red names ihall fill each new-born year ; And you, ye gen'rous patrons of the prefs, With equal warmth their glories fliall exprefs ; Each difrant realm fliall great them as their own, And waft their mighty deeds from zone to zone. Repuls'd Britannia (hall enfiaVe no more, Or fend again her hoftile navies o'er : Jn peace iecure the happy fwain may live, Tailing thofe fvveets that peace alone can give : Her injur'd fons at length will ceafc to mourn, The golden a-r;\ flnll again return. December ODES. 257 December finks amid the wafte of Anft rifing freedom with the dawn appears. To you the mufe her yearly tribute pays, For you, her friends, ihe chaunts her annual lays, In labor'd numbers as an offYing due To virtue, freedom, friendfhip and to you. Your worthy names fhall live, tho' earth decay, "While Phoebus hails you on each New -Year's Day. Philadelphia , January I, 1775. ODE 2. For t-he Ntiv - Year, 1779. Invocation for the ruturn of Peace. BY MR. JOHN PRYOR. HEAV'N-BORN peace defcend and bring With thee all the tuneful throng I Tis thy wifh'd-for gifts I fing, Heav'n-born maid accept the fong. Say, what region has confin'd thee^ Vefted in thy virgin robe ? In what corner fhall I find thee, Of the defolated globe ? Ev'ry kingdom, ev'ry nation, Mourn thy abfence, heav'nly maid ; War, wich purple defolation, Long hath mark'd thy placid {hade. O'er old Terra's vaft domain, Fierce Bcllona drives her car, I'o the carnage of the flain, Calls the bloody dogs of war. BehoU ?$S ODES. Behold, fhe wings o'er ev'ry zone, Thro' ev'ry climate fpeeds her way ; From Poland's drear inclement throne To Bengal'* fcorm-tormented bay. To frozen Mufcevys bleak realms fhe flies, And waves her bloody banner o'er the foil ; A gain ft the Turk fhe bids the Ccffhck rife 'Till Mofcoiu groans with heaps of Ottoman fpoiS. Next Mauritania's fwartLy foils, A ftubborn race, untaught to yeild, Collect a gain ft Iberia s Dons, And rout Ler armies o'er the field. From Ifer 9 Danube, and the Rhine, (Immortal Frederick's force to mar,) GermanlcCs countlefs numbers loin. And breathe th vengeful blaft of war. Xow 6V.'/AVs louder thunders roar, And Bourbon's hardy chiefs unite, To frem the tide of Albkrfs pcr.v'r, And blunt the edge of Britain's might : Thro' ev'ry diftant region known B'jilona, yet extends her reign ; From Ethiopia s burning zone Far to the bleaky weftern main. Swift to Cohmllcs bliful fliorcs The furious .goddefs bends her way - 9 r i he fmiling Continent explores, Where peace long flied her genhl ray. Hark! the flirill trumpets and the raul'ng drums \ .See, Death exulting o'er the haplcfs (lain ! And (doom'd by fate) Cofamlitf& free-born fons, Falling, uncoiiquerM on the wHl-fdught plain! Come then peace, arspclic maid. Mounted on thy eaiy car, S^heatlic ODES. Sheathe the warrior's reeking blade, Clofe the dreadful fcenes of war. Bid the trumpet's warlike found, Pioufe no more to fierce alarms ! Nor the banner'd field refound With the martial clang of arms. Bid commerce catch the profp'rous gale, Revive Religion, arts and trade, Let liberty and faith prevail, And fcience court its native fliade* Spread thy olive fceptre wide. Hither bid the mufes flray, Here, for ever to abide. Ever in thefe fhades to ftray. Shades, beneath whofe friendly covep, Dtibrc's * waters gently flow ; "Where Magnolia's Ihroud the lover, As he trills the ftrain of woe. O'er the wide world extend thy gentle fway, And bid opprefiion give its ravage o'er ; From pole to pole thy bounteous gifts difplay, 'Till war (hall ceafe, and ruin be no more. Dover 1779. * The river on which the town of Dover is fituated. O D E 3. on MASONRY. Addrefied to Brother Colonel Procter, K. T. Ab ipfo Ducit opes, Gfiimumque Jerry. HoR. FULL CHORUS. AIL ! cceleftial mafonry, Craft that makes us wife and free ! Heav'n-born ODES* Heav'n-b'orn cherub ! bring along The tuneful bad, the patriot fong ; See WaJbingtoBy he leads the train, 'Tis he commands the grateful ftrain j Sec ev'ry crafted fon obeys, And to the godlike brother homage pays, SONG. Then give to merit what is due, And twine the myjlic bays ; In joyful ftrains his deeds renew, And fing the hero's praife. RECITATIVE. While time brings mortal honors to decay, 'Tis freedom gives, what time can't fleal away. SONG. Unbend his brow from martial care, And give the patriot reft; Who nobly brav'd the ftorms of war, To make his country bleft. RECITATIVE. Wake from the tomb the fouls of martyrs free, To view this hemifphere of liberty, Let them with raviih'd eyes look down upon The glorious work perform'd by WaJlringUn. SONG. Then brethren to my lays attend, And hail our father and our friend ; Let famerefound him thro' the land, And echo " 'Tit our M after Grand: 9 RECITATIVE. Begin, ye fons of Solomon, Prepare the wreath for WASHINGTON : 'Tis he our ancient craft fhall fway, Whilft we with thref timfs three obey. SONG, O D E S SONG. When evening's folemn hours pervads, We choofe the (till mafonic fhade ; With hearts fincere, our hands upon^ We blefs the widow's myjtic fon. RECITATIVE. For you, my friend, the infpired mufes fing, Thou firm oppofer of a tyrant king j Go imitate in fact our glorious head, And in the Lodge, O PROCTER, take the lead, AIR. I. Support the craft with honeft pride ; When in the field our foes confound, Difplay your iron thunders wide, And ftrew the bleeding courfes round. II. Let patriot fire ftrain ev'ry nerve, For WASHINGTON upon your fmiles ; With him 'tis more than fame to ferve, 'Tis fame with him to fhare his toils. GRAND CHORUS. Hail coeleftial malbnry ! Craft that makes us wife and free ; Heav'n-born cherub ! bring along, The tuneful band, the patriot fong ; See WASHINGTON, he leads the train, *Tis he commands the grateful ftrain ; See ev'ry crafted fon obeys, And to the god-like brother homage pays. February 7, 1 7 79. J. P. O D E 3 ODE S. O D E 4. For the Feftival of St. JOHN the EVANGI^IJT, * December 27 & 28, 5772. RECITATIVE. BEHOLD the focial band appears I Imparting joy, difpelling fears ! And wak'd by duty and by choice, Command the fons of freedom to rejoice. SONG. Boaft not, mortals, human fkill, If the fculctur'd dome you raife, Works of art by fancy's will, Lead us oft 'thro 1 folly's maze. What if Phidia's chiffel guide ! What if Titian's pencil grace ? Marble flatters but our pride, Bane of all the human race? RECITATIVE. 'Tis from the watchful. culture of the mind, A well-directed foul, a fenfe refin'd, That heav'nl.y virtues fpring to grace the man > This be our nobleft conflict and our plan ! AIR. Let the diamond's luftre blaze, Call its water bright and clear, But confefs the greater pralfe, Refts on pity's tender tear, May * By Sir ECERTON LSIGH, Barf. G. M. of South Carolina. ODES, 263 May the focial virtues bind, Tune each fympathetic heart, Raife the feeble, lead the blind, Wipe the tear that fwells to part. RECITATIVE. Ye blefled minifters above, Who guard the good with pureft love, Propitious hear the notes of praife, While Briton's fons their voices raife. AIR. Bleffings await this WESTERN LAND, Bleffings overflow with lib'ral hand, Commerce uprears our infant irate, And golden currents make us great : Fair fcience lifts her head and cries, c * I..come to make you good and wife :" Thefe be the glories of each day, Marking onr Monarch's gentle fvvay. R.ECITATIVE. Our focial band, by love and honor join'd, Unite their zeal, as friends to human kind : The myftic fenfe is out, the fign does move, Behold the fign ! Peace , Harmony and Love, DUETTO. Let the day be ever prais'd When the Royal Craft was rais'd 5 Let the focial virtues ihine, Doing good is fure divine, CHORUS. Give the heroes all their due. Twine their browi with laurels too ; Qjl 264 ODE S. But fhall we no laurels find, For our love to human kind ? Let the focial virtues fliine, Doins good is fure divine. o o O D E 5. For tie New-Tear, 1781. Addrefled to Mr. C A . Sic tranfit gloria mundi. JANUS, emblem of the year, Now thy youthful cheeks appear, Looking forward to the day, That fhall eternize my lay : When fweet peace with plenty crown'd Shall o'er all our plains abound : Looking back with forrow's face On thofe years of Slaughter pail, Deeply ting'd with civil ftrife, Horrors that embitter life. But they're fled, the profpecl clears, WASHINGTON again appears ; Widely fpreading o'er the plain, ROCHAMBEAU angments his train. See the band of vet'ran Cauls Ev'ry hoftilc breaft appalls Freedom's caufe, to fight prepar'd, High in air her banner rear'd, Ever iacred be to fame, Louis, thy aufpicious name ! Who from regions diflant far, Sent thy braveft fons to war. But 'tis fled ! the fcene no more Warms my fancy as of yore, When, O D E S. 26$ When within the tented camp, Noon-day's beam and evening's damp, Storms, (that o'er my cottage roll'd,) Hunger, thirft, hard-pinching cold ; Midnight dangers, dread alarms, Martial bands, inur'd to arms ; Heroes panting for the fight, Thefe were once my foul's delight ; Once my chofen lov'd Compeers, Vanim'd with the paffing years ! Hail then, bright, aufpicious morn, Freedom fmil'd when thou wert born ; Phoebus flieds his genial ray, Nature crowns the happy day. Peace with her ccleftial train, Shall aflume her ancient reign ; We of joys lhall be poffefs'd, And again compleatly blefs'd, When thro' ev'ry State ftiall fly INDEPENDENCE, rear'd on high. Far from arms, and camps retir'd, Sweetly by the mufe infpir'd, Here reclin'd, indulging eafe, Pleafed moft, when moft I pleafe ; Happy when my joys I tell,* Joys of rural ARUNDEL. Friendfhip rules the gladfome place, Welcome beams from ev'ry face , Pleafure fparkles in each eye, Here reigns hofpitality : Gracious God, regard my prayer ! Blefs me thus on each NEW-YEAR. Arundel "January j , 1781. ODE 266 ODES. O D E 6. For the New-Year, 1784. Et vacuum Diicliis Janum Quirini claufit : HOR. RAPT) in the fliades of ages paft, See pale December finks at laft, And (huts the glorious year ! A yearwhofe deeds thro' time ihall fhinc, Surpaffing boafted Fifty-nine, To vunquifh'd Briton's dear. That time, when o'er th' aftonifh'd world, Their conq'ring arms were proudly hurl'd, Difpenfing laws to all : The Gaul, tho' brave, was made to yield, And hardy German quit the field, And terror fill'd the ball. Their fleets bore havock o'er the main, With bloofl their troops embru'd each plain, Before them armies fled ; Their thunders fpread deftrulion round, Earth, air and feas, renew'd the found, - Loud heralds of the dead. But, ah ! what fad rcverfc of fate, Attends their proud imperial ftate, Now, doom'd at laft to fall I Before Columbia's fons they fly, And yield the palm of victory To Louis and to Gaul. In firmeft bands our allied arms, The Britifh Monarch's foul alarms, He quakes with innate fear 5 His ODES. 267 His troops confounded leave our ilior-e, And add one bleillng to the ftore Of this aufpicious year. Now, let the fcepter'd defpot fway ; The fubjeck iilcs his will obey, And bow before his nod : Columbia's fame lhall tow'ring rife ; She bends to him who {hakes the Ikies, And knows no other God. All hail ! Columbia's genius hail ! On mountain top, or lowly vale ! From Allegany's tow'ring wood, Or Appalachian hills defcend, Thy courfe undaunted hither bend, AfTume thy rightful fway : Fair freedom's fons wcll-pleasM obey : Thofc fons who for thy glory firmly flood, And lavifh'd in thy caufe their richeil blood. Firft in the train behold Virginia's fon, ^The brave, the good, th' immortal WASHINGTON! Fav'rite of Heav'n! unites in one great name, Marccllus, Fabius and a Scipio's fame. Rifing beyond the reach of human praife, He foars, fuperior to the poet's lays. Then ceafb, vain mufj, to ling the firft of men ! The theme beft fuits the fire of Homer's pen. What num'rous worthies now appear, Whofe glorious names, add hiftre to the year. Shining fublime, with noble mien, Adorn our humble lays, -victorious Greene. From Carolina's torrid plains, Where fultry Summer-Sinus reigns. He comes, he comes, with laurels crownM ; Let fame s loud trumpet waft his glory round. DC Kalb ftill lives, who bled on Cambden's plain, Whilfl warlike tiophies wreath the brows of Wayne ; Morgan, 268 ODE S. Morgan, fuperior to each hoftile toil, B.eturns victorious with Britannia's fpoil : Fayette, illuftrious youth, demands our lay, "Who kept the Britifh Hannibal at bay, St Clair and Steuben, names for ever dear, Shall grace the annals of this new-born year ; "Whilft Smallwood's worth thro* ages fh all defcend, And live in fame's records, - till time fhall end. Hail ! bright epocha ! hail ! illuftrious band ! \Vho drew your fwords to fave our finking land ; Conqucft adorn'd your arms, our foes are fled, And peace fweet fmiling rears again her head. Commerce expands her canvafs wide, "Whilft riches float on every tide : No more we fear dread war's alarms, No more we hear the din of arms -, No more thy faithlefs waters flow Proud Delaware, to waft the foe ; And on fair SchuylkilPs rocky fhore, The hoftiie cannons ceafe to roar. Foremoft in the patriot band, Shining with diftinguifh'd ravs \ Guardian of our peaceful land, Here the fanner gently fways, Mild as dews from fummer ikies, Which in pearly drops defcend, Patron of the good and wife, Virtue's conftant, fteady friend. Faction fell Chimera dire, Hydra of infernal growth, Ceafe to breathe your pois'nous fire O'er his clear unfpotted worth. Here then fix thy placid reign ! Pennfylvania joys to fee, All her rights reftor'd again, Ancient days renew'd in thee. ODE ODES. 269 ODE 7. For SAINT TAMMANY'S DAY, May i, 1785, FULL CHORUS. EVER facrecl be this day, Genial morn of rofy May. RECITATIVE. To Schuylk ill's fair banks let us chearful repair, For pure is the sether v and fragrant the air ; Soft zephyrs ihall fan us, and eke thro* the grove, The genius of Tammany ihield us with love. No foes {hall intrude with inquifitive eye, Our orgies, our dances, or myft'ries to fpy. AIR. Adieu to your wives, Come gird on your knives, Your tomahawks, arrows and bows ! Your bodies befmear, With oil of the bear, And look undifmay'd on your foes. RECITATIVE. Kindle up the council fires, JLo ! our Saint the flame infpires; "Whilft we pafs the flowing bowl, Let the fmoaky volumes roll, From the Calimut and pipe, Of fvveet peace the welcome type. Let our Sachems healths go round> Beat with nimble foot the ground : 'Till the woods and hills rep!y, Vccal mirth and fymphony. CHORUS. Ever facrcd bs this day, Genial morn of rofy May. 270 ODE S. RECITATIVE. Now the hatchet we'll bury, fince war is no more, And peace with rich plenty revilits our fhore $ To hunt the fleet flag o'er the mountains we'll run, In fports we alone will employ the fell gun, Our fields ihall be cloaih'd with gay harvefts again, And friendfhip will brighten the blood-rufted chain : But fhould war call us forth, then adieu to our glee, Each fhoulders his rifle, aud takes to histree. AIR. Hail, Columbia's Tutelar ! Tho' thy aihes, diftant are, Hid beneath the mountain fide, Or below the rapid tide ; Still thy warlike ihade attends, Smiling on thy filial friends; Leads their dances, aids their pleafure, Joys difpenfing, without meafure. RECITATIVE. Now, each Sachem join hands round the liberty pole, And briikly again, pafs the heart-cheering bowl ; To Wafhington's merrTry, the chief of our train: The full-flowing goblet, repeated we'll drain : Then next to each chieftain, who fought and who bled, Let's fmg a requiem, and toaft him, tho' dead. AIR. Foj: Tammany, holy, Let's fire a volly, That hills, woods and rocks may reply ; We'll found him in powder, Still louder and louder, Till echo (hall rend the blue fky. CHORUS. , Ever facred be this d-iv, Genial morn of rofy M My joys would be compleat. Dover, June 6, 1780. ODE ODES. 273 O D E 9. For the Feftival of St. John the Baptlft, June 24, 5786. Addreffed to the Worfhipfui Mafter and Brethren of Lodge No. 2, of Ancient York Mafons, Philadelphia. Trilus ant novem ' M if center Cyathis Pocula com mod is. \)ui Mufas amat impares y Terms ter Cyathos attonitus petet Vates : HORACE. FULL CHORUS. JOVE IN HIS CHAIR. HAIL Mafonry ! Bleft beam from on high ! Let thy aid, Here difplay'd, Our bofoms refine : To Saint John, Raife the fong ; Let our lays: Sound the praife Of Mafonry divine. Swift from the Ikies, The white-rob'd Seraph flies ; Sent by Jove, From above, With a pure fpotlefs train. From on high, in her eye, We defcry, fympathy, When fhe fmiles, She beguiles Grief and pain. The mufes infpire, To join the loud choir, And echo the joyous glad ftrain. 274 ODES. RECITATIVE. *' On out-fir etch'd wings of radiant cherubs borne, More bright than evening bow, or ruddy morn 5 With her, lo ! charity from Heaven defcends, And glorious freedom in her train attends. SONG. Serenely meek in finiles array M, Seraphic ardours on her wait, Celeftial virtues fhine difplay'd, Celcilial pomp adorns her flate. RECITATIVE. Around her throne, obfequious move, Soft compaffion, pious love, Melting pity, hopes that cheer, And from the wretched drives defpair : Divine benevolence before her Hands, Grace in her imiles, and bounty in her hands. AIR. She comes, religion to reftore, To banifli care from evYy breaft : To raife the nek, relieve the poor, And give the weak and weary'd reft. 2. All hail ! celeftial goddefs hail ! O Mafonry fublime ! Propitious fpread thy facred veil, And cover ev'ry crime. Thy facrifice all iln attoncs, And frill accepted mounts on high ; You eafe the wretched brothers groans, You wipe the tear from forrcw's eye. ODES. 275 4- You brighten ev'ry mortal gloom, You (often anguifh, banifti ftrife j You fmooth our paftage to the tomb. And fit us for eternal life." RECITATIVE. As Phoebus in the radiant eafk difplays His glorious orb, and fends abroad his rays, Tl^e life-infpiring influence fpreading round, To chear mankind, and fruclify the ground : "Within our facred walls the goddefs ftands, Her train, attentive, wait our juft commands. Forth at the word each willing cherub fprings, And fcatters bleilings from its ambient wings ; Knowledge to fome, and happinefs to all, "Where e'er difpers'd around the fpacious ball. AIR. ." Devote to thee There goddefs fee, Thy vot'ries knell ! They fervent feel Thy foul exalting fire. Rejoic'd they rife, Above the Ikies, "Where heav'nly minds afpire, Celeftial gueft, Inflame each breaft, With focial ardours, mutual love ! Still, more refin'd, Make human kind, 'Till each be like the bleft above." RECITATIVE. Hail Mafonry thou principal divine ! In which, unnumber'd joys inceflant fhine 5 Whofe heav'nly influence dilates the mind, That glows with charity to all mankind 5 Thou ODE S. Thou perfect emblem of the blifs above He dwells in God, who dwells in boundlefs love. SONG. DOR SE T SHI R E MAR c H. Let brethren join hands in fupport of their laws, For Heav'n fmiles on us, and profpers our caufe : The Lodge which arofe under holy Saint John, New luftre receives under Great Wafhington. Then enter the holy of holies again, With innocence bleft, and with hands pure from ftain ; Our patron fhall fmile from the regions above, And crown us with peace and with brotherly love. Grand Chorus. Philadelphia, Jnne 24, 5786. ODE 10. To C H L O E, Stung by a WASP. By Mr. John Pryor. CHLOE, blame not the wafpifh thing,' That on thy cheek has left its fling ! Thy frowns imprint a deeper fmart, They leave keen anguilh at the heart. . 2. A fimple recipe may cure The wounds that Chloe's charms endure 5 But, ah ! what medicine can prove A remedy to flighted love. * Dover, 1780. O D E ii ODE 277 O D E ii. To the GERMAN FLUTE, By the Same. I. TT7HEN loft in learning's hard purfuit a * * With dull perplexities I flrive, Oh! then 'tis from my tuneful flute The wonted vigour I derive. 2. Tho' high the path of knowledge lay, And hard the fteep afcent to gain : 'Tis this that fmboths the rugged way, And renovates my ftudious brain. 3- Again, when irkfome bufinefs cloys, I fnatch the foul-reviving reed , And free from tumults and from noiie, To pleafure's fyren joys fucceed. X 4. r ris this improves my dulleft hours, And mitigates each rifing care ; 'Tis this each harpy thought devours.,' And makes e'en trouble lefs fevere, 5- Hither Eolian mufe defcend, (Terpficore, with laurels crown'd,) Hither, the gentle zephyrs fend, And breathe the foft concordant found, 6. Fill the long tube's encreafing bore, And teach my fingers to the time j 'Till 278 ODE S. Till trembling brlfkly o'er and o'er, They form, the inftru mental rhime. When fetting Sol's declining beams Juit tinge the fullen fhades of night, And riling on the weftern ftreams, Pale Cynthia fheds her borrowed light : 8. Attend me to the filent fhade, Where Angelina deigns to fbray ; And lend thy fofi melodious aid, Some moving, melting air to play. 9- Perhaps my charmer paffing by, May hear her Collin's tender (train, Feel the kind glow of fympathy, And ftoop to foothe her fhepherd's pain, 10. Oh! for her fake my bofom fvvell With all the lover's ardent flame, And teach my trembl'ing flute to tell The lovely Angelina's name. Dover, November 1 8, 1779* JU ^Ji ODE 12. To C E L I A, By tJ:e Same. HENCEFORTH with fix'd contempt I fliun The fenfelefs-bacchanalian joy ; The club, the riot and the ton, No more my wifer thoughts emplov. No ODES, No more I quaff the ch earful glafs, Fill'cl with intoxicating wine ; No more th' unheeded moments pafs, At pleafure's fweet bewitching ihrine. The wild companion and the feaft, The board with lufciom dainties fill'd, Proofed for ever from my breaft To more delightful tranfports yeild. Far nobler joys my paffion claim Thro' brighter paths my foot-fteps rove 5 My bofom feels a purer flame, And beats the cheerful tone of love. ) Farewell, ye dear-deluding hours, When wine and mufic charm'd the foul ; When joy difplay'd its wreath of flowers, And pleafure deck'd the fparkl'ing bowl. Farewel ye band of jovial youths- Companion of my loofer days, Spendthrifts and batchelors profufe, And coxcombs, fond of empty praife I If Cclia but approves my plea, Adieu your uneffential blifs ! Mirth has no longer charms for me, In Celia dwells my 'happinefs. A happinefs without alloy, Such as with health contentment brings : And ge'htle rivulets of joy, Forth gufhing from a thoufand fprings. Celia alone my heart commands, 'Tis fhe my warmeft friendfhip claims ; Each object that around me ftands My pure,- my ardent love proclaims. Ss For 279 sgo OPE s. For once to honor's voice attend, Ye rakes, ye reptiles of the earth ! Who all your choiceft moments fpend In icenes of lewdnefs or of mirth. What can fuch fleeting joys afford, But ficknefs, pain, regret and forrcw ? To night ye lay the fruitful hoard Of fad repentance, for to-morrow. But if ye feek for lafting joys, Such as enfure delight and reft ; Which not pofleffion's-felf deftroys, Come find them in my Celia's bread. 'Tis there the real Eden lies, And forms a paradife of blifs ; Whilft pleafurcs fparkling in her eyes, Defufe the pays of happinefs ! What are the joys that di*efs impart, The powder'd locks, the fyren-fmile : To virtue grafted in the heart, With manners incorrupt by guile ? In Celia's happy breaft I find The charms of fuch angelic caft Charms, that by Heaven itfelf dcfign'd, With ever-blooming worth ihall lad. Dover, Nov. 20, 1779. O D E ODES. 281 O D E 13. On the ANNIVERSARY of AMERICAN INDEPEN' DENCE, July 4th, 1786. Injurisfo ne pede proruas Stantem Columnam ; neu populus fremens j3d arma cejjantes ; ad arma Con-cites ) imperiumque f ran gat* HORACE. FULL CHORUS. Hope thou twrfe, csV. I. FREEDOM, genius of our clime 1 Here erect thy placid fway \ As he flies, fhall rapid time, Bow obfequious to this day. 2. Farrite her pinions fhall expand, O'er each diftant realm fhall fly ; Then high-vaulting from the land, Sound thy glories through the fky. 3- Ev'ry fyftem, ev'ry fphere, Ev'ry planet as it runs, Shall thy facred fane revere, Fabric of Columbia's fons." RECITATIVE. Hail to the day that joyous now appears. To crown the labours of eight glorious years ! A day ! whofe beams difpenfe umifual frailes, And gives us pleafure, in return for toils. Lo ! freedom in her facred hand dilplays The vr:-;ith :J;at twiucs us witha.muagrtiil praifc ! AH ODE S. All nature fliarcs our joy, and looks more gay, More cheerful fleet the circl'ing hours away. The dawn returns ; ten wheeling years have fped, freedom's Sun, his beamy radiance fpread. AIR. Dorfet/hire March. Then loud from the fkies blow the trumpet of fame ! Let earth catch the found, Independence thy name I To tyrants and flaves be thy aufpices {hewn, The frigid, the torrid, the temperate zone ! 2. The wretch hid in mines, far fequefter'd from day, Again fhall partake of the fun's cheering ray; The defpots ihall fall, when thy glories they view And freedom once more blefs the fhores of Peru. RECITATIVE. Once the Gods of the Creels. From cannon's alarms, and each hoftile uproar, We return to our fig-trees and vines, Sweet peace is reftor'd; all our dangers are o'er, Of battles, bombardments and lines. Thus Rome's warlike chief, when with laurels eatwin'4> And vanquilh'd was ev'ry foe ; His riches, his titles, his badges relign'd, And with glory return' d to his plow. AlR. Mafonictunc i. This day to Cincinnatus, Shall ever facred be, And time from hence fhall rate us, As gen'rous brave and free. 2. No length of years will ever raze, The pile to freedom rear'd ; Which fhall, at nature^ final baze, To Heaz'n be transferred. ODES. 283 RECITATIVE. From the ikies it defcended, a gift from the throne i "We feiz'd the dear prefent, and cali'd it our own ; Tho' our foes ftrove to crufh it, the firmer it ftood Cemented and feal'd with American blood. AIR. Future seras of time, Shall gratefully join In the praife of true patriot fages, America, -- free, For ever fhall be, Thro' all the vaft volume of ages. GRAND CHORUS. Freedom) genius of our clime, &c. O D E 14. On the Birth-day of an Illuftrious Perfonage February i i, 1785. tiobis hac oila fecit. Ills meas errare tio'oss ut. cernis^ et Ipj'nm LuderCy qtttf veil em y caldmo permifit agrejll, VlR. HILE penfion'd bards, with hackney'd lay, Their purchas'd homage yearly pay ; In pompous ftile and iiatt'ring verfe, A Defpot's annual praife' rehcarfe j Of virtuous a<5ls, and doing well, And battles never fought to teil ; Of trophies won, and rebels ilain, Of fleets triumphant o'er the main ; While falfhood echoes from each firing,, Unmov'd we hear the rmnftrel fing ; Unmov'd we hear his numbers told, "Which vlow- alone from royal gold. Let truth infpire My humble Ivre ! virtue patronize my theme ; 284 ODES. Grant me your aid, Each tuneful maid, To draw the hero with a noon-day beam. While Phoebus the Ikies fhall adorn, Columbia will hail the glad morn, Which gave her a Ton, who by Heav'n's decree, His own native regions was born to make free. From the fweets of retirement he chearfully came, Fair virtue his guide, unambitious of fame ; Unpendon'd he flew, when his country demanded, His fword he.. drew forth, and her armies commanded. Now the glorious work is done, Cloudlefs fhines fair freedom's fun : Ev'ry hoftile toil is o'er, War's alarms we fear no more. Beneath his fig-trees and his vines, In peace the happy fwain reclines, Nor hears the cannons roar. Now let fame.feize her trump, and to nations around, Our leader's bright glory in thunder refoun J j 'Till like lightening it flies To the blue vaulted ikies j Where recorded above In the archives of Jove It fhall live far out-live the tremendous laft day, Whilft worlds inconfufion pafs flaming away. Baltimore, February I r, 1785. O D E 15. To M I R A. come clear Mir a, hade anvl prove DHmterefted fweets ot love ! For gen'rous love no dwelling finds In fordid mercenary minds : ODES. 285 Laugh at life's idle fluttering things, Look down with pity upon kings, Carelefs who likes, or difcommend, Bleft in the lover and the friend." No jealous cares fliall interfere, Content fliall crown each palling year ; And pleafurc unalloy'd with pain, Shall fpread her foft her tranquil reign. Tho' war with blocdlhed ftain our fhore, Grim war {hall ceafe and rage no more, Then joys unfading will attend To blefs the lover with the friend. -" Come then together let us haftc O'er life's uncomfortable wafte ; Bear the fharp thorn to pluck the role, And fmilc at tranfitory woes ; Keep the bright goal of hope in view, Nor look behind as others do, 'Till death and only death {hall end At once the lover and the friend." O D 1 6. A NIGHT PIECE, VI7ITH hollow blafts the winds arife And howling dreary thro' the fkies, Add horror to the midnight hour ; Affrighted in fome lonely vale, Sits fadly mute the nightingale, And chaunts within the bow'r. But oft in gloomy filence broke, "JVhen from fome venerable oak The owl terrific fcreams ; Off 586 ODE S. Oft too, at night's fad folemn noon "Wolves gaunt and ghaftly bay the moon, While wak'd from pleating dreams, Starts from his couch the drowfy fwain, And lift'ning hears with anxious paii} The horrid favage yell. Hail gloomy, pleafing hour of night ! How fancy wing'd with eagle-flight Delights of thee to tell. Thou lov d of fages and of faints ! Thou hear'ft the penfive lover's plaints^ To you they fole complain. Oft by the wafteful taper's light I lonely pafs the gloomy night And figh in am'rous pain : Or widely wand'ring in the fields, While love to contemplation yields, Enraptur'd with delight j I view with philofophic eye, The finning orbs that deck the fky, Charm'd with the glorious fight. Oft too, where lie the filent dead, My folitary footfteps tread With pleafing horror fraught ; Lift'ning I hear the .paffing bell, Toll the fad, folemn, midnight knell Of time, while deep in thought, On providence I meditate, On death, futurity and fate, By penfive fancy led ; 'Till morning, with refulgent light, Difpels the dark'ning fhades of night, And all the gloom is fled. J. W, End of the Odes. O N G S. SONG to M I R A. To the tune of Iphigenia. THe ftream cafcadlrig down the Invites the weai led fwain to Where faireft rofes bloom ; Where gaVeft flowers paint the fcene, And nature cloath'd in mantle green Emits a fweet perfume. At noon when Phoebus' darting beam, Embrowns the (hade and cheers the iiresira, O thither let me ftray ! Reclin'd the bow'ry trees among, I hail the mufes with a fong, And chaunt my ruftic lay* Should lovely Mira hither rove, To breathe the zephyrs of the grove, And wanton on the grafs ; I'd quit my pipe to clafp my fair, And foftly whifper in her ear, ** Let not occafion pafs." Then 288 SONGS. Then haftt dear Mira, hcav'nly fair, Kind nature's pride, and beauty's care, Sole nnflrefs of my heart ! *Tis you alone can give delight, I'm happy only in your light, Moft wretched when apart ! A HUNTING SONG. H . oocat indent I clamore cithoKron Tctgctique canes, ARK the notes of the horn Ufher in the clear morn, Come roufe brother fportfman, -away ! From your flumbers awake, Hafte, your beds all forfuke, And hail with a fong the new day. Our fteeds are in trim, Sound and ftaunch wind and limb, And neigh to be led to the race : "With a heart-cheering glafs Our . fpirits refrefh, Then hark to the echoing chafe ! Hear the woods all around With our mufic refound, And four hours by the neighb'ring clocks, Bid us hie into cover, Beat the brake to difcover The haunts of fly Reynard the fox. Lo ! detected he flies From his earth in furprife, O'er the woodlands he fccurs amain ; But the hounds quickly view him, As quickly purfue him, Aad join in full cry o'er t]ie plain. Over SONGS. 289 Over river and lake And thro' thicket and brake, O'er quickfets and fences fhe flies j 'Till reeking with wounds From our ftaunch-metled hounds, " The traitor is feiz'd on and dies." SONG for the LADIES. TunCy Banks cj the Dee. SOFT love ftill beguiling, when Damon is by me, I feel ev'ry tranfport that love can impart ; I'm happy when with him, and when he is nigh me, All forrows fubfkle in my fond doating heart: But now he's gone from me, my breaft ftels keen [anguiih, I greive and I iigh and I tenderly languifh ; No maid quite forfaken more ardently can wiih Than I for my Damon, the joy of the plain. Forlorn when he's abfent, I mournfully wander, To eafe my fond bofom, diftracted with care , I trace ev'ry grove, and each purling meander, I feek for my Twain, but alas, he's not there ! Perhaps, now forfakjcn, to pleafures reforting, Unmindful of vows, and ingratefully fporting; Each nymph and each maiden by turns fondly courting, Forgetting his Mira, the pride of the plain. Unfteady as fortune, inconftant as billows, While Mira forfaken, is left here to moan ;--- Where wanders the braveft, the fweeteft of fellows, Can Damon his Mira leave ilghing alone ? Return deareft youth, my arms lLall receive thec, This heart and this tongue, they fliall never deceive thee, Renew thy fond vow?, ftill I'll fondly believe thee, Thou fweeteftof all the gay youths of the plain. SONGS. S O N G to Mifs POLLY K R--L--Y. Tune, Rojlin Cajllt. NO longer I'll rove fince fair Polly Pve fcen, For fhe of all beauties, is furely the queen, Such charms e'en a faint, may with rapture admire, And an anchorite yiew with a youthful dcfire ( Then ye maidens, no longer fay Colin's untrue, He'll be faithful to Polly, tho' faithlefs to you : Your charms foon will fade, but in Polly he'll find Frefh, lovely, gay beauties ftill bloom in her mind. J. w. End of tie SoNGS. FABLES. ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR, ;$Y J -* W-- , ESQUIRE. The Two PEACOCKS. HOW oft, dear Jack, we others blame For faults, when guilty of the fame ! But fo it is, my friend, with man, See his own faylts he never can ; But quickly with difcerning eyes, His neighbour's imperfection fpies. The beau oft blames his tawdry brother, And coquettes laugh at one another : Delia Chloe can't abide, Yet blames her own in Delia's pride. But to illuftrate and make clear What I advance, this Fable hear. Two peacocks as they're wont to be, Elate with pride and vanity, Were 29* FABLES. Were ftrutting in a farmer's yard, Viewing with envious regard Each other's drefs, replete with fpleen, As fops at balls are often feen. At length his plumage to the fun Wide-fpreading, one of them begun ; < God blefs me friend, you're very fine ! Your feathers almoft equal mine ; But then, your legs ! I vow and fwear, Your legs are not the thing, my dear : Your voice too, poh ! it is fo fqualling [ Pray friend, correct that hideous hauling." To which the other thus replies, (C Remove the mote from out your eyes, View your own legs, then fay if thine, Proud thing, can be compar'd to mine ? Your voice ! but fee the farmer there, Let him be judge in this affair." The farmer, laughing at their pride, Proceeds, the matter to decide. (t No difference in your legs I lee, Your voices found alike to me." Thus fpoke the fwain, the peacocks cry " A filly judge!" and off they fly. FABLE II. JOVE and the FARMER. \\ 7HY fhould our lives in care be fpent, * V "When happinefs is but content ? If poor and humble is your ftate, Or if you ill me amongft the great ; Still fmile, contented with thy lot, And blefs thy palace or thy cot : Let virtue govern all thy deeds From virtue true content proceeds. ; FABLES, 2*3 A farmer once there liv'd, pofTeft Of all that fhould have made him blefh A ftirring wife, and wond'rous fair Two fmiling boys a thoufand clear ; And yet, to all his riches blind, Still care lay rankl'ing on his mind, However ftrange to tell, 'tis fo Our farmer longs to ftrut a beau. Like fweet fir Sprightly Fop would move ; And thus prefers his prayer to Jove iieen of Love, To plead for that which was fo jitftly given To the bright T-gh-n of 'the courts of Heaven. WHEN Paris decided the conteft divine, Had I then been Paris, the prize had been thine. N. B. The above ladies were all natives and inhabi tants of the eafternJJjore of Maryland. END OF THE DISTICH S, EPIGRAMS. On the AUTHOR of a COPY of VERSES appearing in the Gazette, entitled, LIBERTY, a POEM, begin ning, ct Amax'dy aftonijtfd, what Neiv-Torkers jlee ! WHAT dread phenomenon is this I fee ? An afs turn'd poet, bray forth liberty ! 'Tis ftrange indeed, 'tis wond'rous ftrange to fight, Balaam's fpoke, but here's an afs can write. On my late Sicknefs. THIS ficknefs plays moft plagued pranks^ Delights to leflen people's flianks But yet it is fome recompence, The lefs of CALF, the more of SENSE. On a Lady of Pleafure, 'who ivas burnt to death. SURE Molly's fate is much to be atlmir'J, "Who liv'd by flames, and yet by flames expir'd! * I* I G R A M S. # feeing Mrs. Flint weep at the death of Mifi N. M. THE poets once, could as they pleaft, Draw faney'd tears from out of trees : At Celia's death, 'tis true I fwear, I faw a Flint e'en drop a tear. J. W* On the proceedings > in refpecJ to the Soft on Port THE committee met, and afTembled in ftate, With refolves and nem contra s beware ye : What is all the difpute and loquacious debate, But a vox and a nihil pretaria ? On a jolly Toper, ivho refolded to drink no rhore y in hopes to grow no fatter, Declares he'll nothing drink^ but water : Then in this explanation pops, Tis water mix'd with malt and hops. Epigram of Michael Harflop, of Berlin* In Cyatbo wini pleno cum Wiufca periret> Sic at (Znetus fponte perire ve/tm ! WHEN in a cup of wine was drown'd a fly, Thus, {aid Enetus, would I with to die. J. P. To Mifs , of Tolbcrt County, Maryland. XOMER and Virgil both I do defy To prove that Cyprus is the favorM earth, J. x 304 ;E P I G R A M S, Beneath wLofe myrtles Venus deigns to lye, And round difpenfe the joys of love and mirth. No ! Tolberi is the place \vhere Venus roves,. Tho* Hie, to live eonceal'd, has chang'd her name 5 In Nancy's bofom oft I've feen the Doves^ "Which none but Venus ever dar'd to claim. The, Modern Couple in Lew Life. YOUNG Sufan, one morning whiUl Roger was [mauling, Alarm'd the whole town, with, her fcoldina and [bawling ; The rafcal, at laft, to appeafe his meek wife, Cries, Sufan come bufs me, and end all this ftrife. Begone you* dull bead, the gipfey retorted, I'm in no mood now to be bnfs'd or be courted. My deareft, fays Roger, forbear to upbraid me, For if I'm n be a ft, a bead you have made me : And nor/ I ihink on it, your fortune I'll tell, For that Sufan wears Lornsy I can prove it by NelL T. P~r. fpitaph on a Man of Pleafurs. FULL fix feet deep, upon his back, Forage for worms, reits boneft Jark, "Who liv'd and dy'cl on good arrack. Epitaph on a Beau. HERE, reader, lies the laft remains Of a beau's head and afTes brains 5 G R A M S. 30$ A wit's fenfe, an oftrich's feather, Ail lie depoiitcd together* All ! gentle reader, if you're wife, Thofe facred relicts don't dsfpife ! For he who is not fond of thefe, Will prude, gay belle, nor coquette pleafe, Billet from Major M. Ryan to Lieut. Col. J. MY dear worthy friend, I recjueft you would fend As v a prefe'nt to Michael, your gorgcot % Your fword I would chufe, But that you'U refufe, Having fent for repair to the forge it. Your lac'd waiftcbat that's white, If you are polite, Likewife a pair of your fine hofe ; Your ring and all that, With Redman's * lac'd hat, And then make a bill of what Ryan owes* * A Cgptfciri in Patton's 'regiment. On hearing "Dr. J. Harrifon///^. very damn'd would ftop their ears Againft fo harfh a voice ; And this' would rather be their prayers, This rather be their choice : In hell eternally to bear, The fcorpion's whip and fling, Than for a iingle moment hear So bafc a'feliow iing. > J. W. R E B U S S E S. y8%^$%&&s%^ REBUS i. On a Lady. THREE parts of the title beneath which I writCj With the name of a city in Araby fite, Renown'd for the birth of a prophet of fame, Omit the firft letter, will give her firft name. Then, next add a furnamc, by Mynheers rever'd, By Monfteurs refpcfted, by Britons much fear'd i To an innocent game much belov'd by tjie fair, Add the firft of the goddefs of pleafure with care : Then fay what a thing is that's clofe to your fide, ^ Thefe, all in conjunction will give you die pride Of nature, the fair, whom J wifti was my bride. J by Major William Pcpham. THE title's a rebus beneath which you wrote, And Mecca gavt birth to Mabamet of note ; Now from rebus take us y the firft letter from Mecca 9 It plainly difcovers her firft name's Rebecca. What R E B U S S E S. 307 What furname by Dutchmen than Van more rever'd, By Morjleurs refpedtcd, by Britons much fear'cl ? Next leu is a game much in vogue with the fair, And the firft part of Venus comes in for a fhare : We call a thing nigh that is clofe to our fide, *\ Thefe all in conjunction will give you the pride C Of nature, the fair whom you wifh was your bride. J REBUS 2. On the Toafl of the Town. ONCE more in Enigma's I venture the niufe, And hope the fair fubjecl: will plead my cxcufe ; Where wit with good nature and beauty unite, How daring the bard who adventures to write ! But love, the fell tyrant who knows not contvoul^ My fenfes o'ercomes and infpires my foul : Thefe reafons premis'd let the critics refrain, And read without cenfure the myftical ftrain. The name of a virgin moft facred and fair, Will a part of the name of my charmer declare^ TO which add a plant of Madeira's produce, Belov'd by mankind for its heart-cheering juice : Ador'dbygod Bacchus and mortals who tipple, And then join the loft of thcjirft participle. Her eyes mine with brightnefs that rival the fphercs, As the virgin of Bethrem her goodnefs endears : Her beauty excels the moft fair of her fex, Each feature by Heaven was made to perplex : With Vtnus or Helen Ihe'd fuffer the teft, I feel the conviction, ye gods, in my breaft, As the juice of Madeira her charms ever hit, She doubly enflaves us with beauty and wit. R E B U S 3oS R E B U S S E S. A REBUS 3. On a Lad} of fuperlati*ue beauty. "f END ev'ry foldier the myftical firain, The fecrer with cafe you may quickly explain j ' Beiides, this inducement may giadden your ear, The brave-man will ever be lov'd by the fair. When William of Orange afcended the throne, His fair royal confort partook of his crown : Say who was this confort recorded by fame ? Her mem'ry will give you my charmer's nrfl name. Then next, add a thing which no locks can oppofc, And one to the number, this riddle will clofe. No force can withfhind the repulfc of her charms, To fee her, e'en Heffians would ground all their arms; View her fhape* her complexion, and dear brilliant eyes, You'd fwear 'twas an angel difpatch'd from the ikies : So lovely her perfon, fo foft her attire., We gaze on with rapture, and hopelefs" admire. Atdkvtr* TO. find out your Rebus we need not long tarry, For William's great Queen, we all know was [Mary ; The next is fo plain, evVy mortal mufl fee, For what lock can oppofe whan you've found the right [key I Add one to the number, and then, if you pleafe, Say who is fo lovely as fair Polly K s ? March 11, 1777. REBUS 4. On another Lady. mufes to Pallas long fince feem'd to yield, And Cupid to Mars hath abandon'd the field REBUSSES. 309 Yet {till the fair mourners I court to my arms, In fpite of the trumpet or cannon's alarms : To {ing the dear charmer in myftical {train, O ! aid me, ye virgins, nor let me complain. To a poet well known for his fables and fongs, Add the/r/? of a ftate which to Gallia belongs ; Once pregnant with heroes, the mufe I've heard fing, To France gave a Duke, and to Britain a King. Then join an apoflle, the third out ojbur, And take from his name the loft vowel, not more : In fine add thofe places where lawyers refidc, Or travellers benighted are wont to abide. Thefe fecrets, when known, will a fair-one reveal, For whom ev'ry tender fenfation I feel ; "Who claims each perfection that brightens the mind With juftice and prudence to frown or be kind, Whofe fenfe, wit and judgment can ever approve: The merits cf him who afpires th lov. December 12, 1785. ' REBUS 5. On an amiable Young LaJy. PURE love is a paflicn by TIeav'n defigu'd To fmooth our rougji nature and poliih mankind 5- Its influence I feel, and in genius' defpight, Invoke the fair mufes, and venture to write : Erato forbids me to publifh my flame, Tho' veiPd in enigma, 111 tell you her name. A Queen, once, defccnded from Tudor's fani'cl race, Who rul'd a great nation, tho' now in difgrace -, With fleets ihe triumphantly govcrn'd the mui i 5 Defcroy'd the Armada, and humbled. proud iSpaiu. Join her name to a icor-.i which is us'd by the Gaui, To exprefs what is little, neat, pretty or fmali, Theft -eafy.de vices will quickly impart, queen * my withes, the joy of my heart. My 3i* R B U S S E S. My rebns is plain, and the fair may be knows; The fair whom kind fortune may yet make my own, If prayers and devotion can bend her to love, My prayers and devotion her pity fhall move. Too tender a heart to delight in my pain, Too jn ft in her nature to lot me complain ; Such fweetncfs and goodnefs together combin'd, So beauteous her face and fo bright is her mind, " Such charms e'en a faint might with rapture adminj, And an anchorite view with a youthful deiire." Burlington, October 31, 1777. R E B U S 6. On a Lady. girl of my heart, who prefides o f er my lays, Whofe beauty commands my poetical praifc, Whofc charms none behold, but with rapttire admires", While ev'ry foft feature love's paflion infpires J Her name I'll reveal, tho' in myftical drain, Attend to my numbers, each amorous fwa'm. The female whofe virtues each patriot muft prize$, Who fway'd Britain's fceptre at NaiTau's demife, "Will give you a part of the name of my fair For whom I now figh betwixt hopes and defpair. Next tell me the thing that ftill paints to the pole, Then, each fair conception that fprings from the foul $ Tho name of a monarch whpjfc/&rVthe wave, The bird of Jllhierva, fo folemn and grave, The />*-?/', cc'/vv ho David reprov'd for his crimes, Will folve my enigma and finiln my rhimes. '^hci^Jf-'e t-Ail: initials will tell you the maid, To whom my poetical tribute is paid ; Whofe incrits cl.iim more than the mules can give, Whole praifs in my verfcs for ever Ihidl live; Ths' REBUSSES. Tho' beauty may fade in the dark, filent tomb, Her charms in my fong fhall eternally bloom. Augitft 1 6, I77 8 ' REBUS 7. On another Young Lady. THO' oft in poetical {trains I've eflay'd To flatter, to praife and extol each fair maid 5 You'd fwear by my numbers, fo fmoothly they pafs, The poet himfelf lov'd each beautiful lafs : But truft me, ye fhepherds, 'ti i : freely confeft, That all I have hitherto faid, is a jcft. Tho' vainly I boafted from love an exemption, At laft I am caught, andean find no redemption : Then liften, ye fwains, while I truly declare In plain hyerogliphics the name of my fair, When Harry the eight in Old England bore fway, Six wives had the tyrant his will to obey ; Yet one out of two will develope quite plain, What I call the dear charmer who gives my heart pain, Three letters next add from a country I've hit on, Which fends its Elector to govern poor Britain ; Then fay, what we call ev'ry mafculine heir ! Thefc fecrets difcover'd, my rebus declare. O love, thou blind archer, thou frolickfome boy, Relieve my diflrefs, or confummate my joy ! O give her a heart warm with paffion, like mine, Then Hymen our hands (hall eternally join. Wilmington, September 22 , 17 7 3. Y v 312 R E B U S S E S. \ REBUS 8. On a dlftingu ijbed Perfondge. FIRST tell me the monarch, whofe defpotic fway, Would force his loft fubjecis by arms to obey ; Say, what's to be done, when we wifh to be clean, With linen that's foul and unfit to be feen, Which into foap liquid and water we. dip ? To thefe add the la ft of tkejfirft particip' : In fine, the quintessence of French a-la-mode, Will fhew you the hero, high-favor'd by God. July i, 1779- End of the REBUSSES. MISCELLANIES. HYMN on the BEAUTIES of CREATION. Addrffid to the Rev. William Rogers, late Brigade Chaplain in the Pfnnfylvania Line of the army. The Heavens declare the glory of God 9 and the firmament his handy iuorL PSALMS. THE glorious fun of luftre bright, And vivid ftars that gild the night, As thro' the azure fpace they move, Remain as monuments of love. The iilver moon that rolls ferene, And cheers the awful midnight fccne, In iilcnt majefty declares That fhe fuperior wifdom fhares. The goodnefs of the great fupreme, Glides in the mazy gurgl'ing ftream ; While rufliing tides impetuous flow, And all their diftant movements know. 'Tis God that blooms in blufhing flowers, And tinges high the woodbine bowers, Blows in the fanning, balmy breeze, And tovrcrs in lofty Cai-mel's trees. In 3 M MISCELLANIES. In awful glooms where horror reigns, And no foft view the eye detains, God bears an univerfal fway, As in the milder beams of day : No place fo diftant or obfcure But muft his piercing glance endure, No folds of cleepeft, darkefl night, Can e'er exclude the Lord of light. The gay arrangement that prevails In verdant hills and fiow'ry dales, All richly variegated, green, Point out the hand that form'd the fcenc : Earth, air and feas, at once unite, And gratitude in man excite In general harmony to join. And laud the work of power divine* P S A L M 23, paraphrafed. Addreffed to the fame. THE Lord fupreme does condefcend My paths to guard, my fteps to tend ; The heav'nly fhepherd guides my ways, And crowns with joy my profp'rous days. He leads me to the verdant meads, And from the faireft paftures feeds j Or by meand'ring water's fide, Were penfive murm'ring riv'lets glide. He fhields me with his foft'ring care, His tender love I hourly fhare ; While thro' the pure celeftial road He leads me to the bleft abode. Whene'er MISCELLANIES. 315 Whene'er I pafs the dreary vale, And death does ev'ry power alTail, To God for aid I fuppliant cry, Who never will that aid deny. God does my board with plenty fpread, With fragrant oil anoints my head j With gen'rous wine my cup o'crflows, In preience of my haughty foes. His guardian care he will extend ? Till life's mort pilgrimage {hall end, Then in his courts my feet {hall ftay, Nor from his holy altars ftray. &4@4S*^^ PARODY on Mr. POPE'S ODE to SOLITUDE. HAPPY the boy, whofe wilh and care A little bread and butter ferves ; Content at meals to drink fmall bear, And eat preferves. Whofe tops, whofe marbles give him pleafure, Whofe balls afford him great delight 5 Whofe pennies {hine, a mighty treafure To charm his fight. Bleft who can ev'ry morning find Some idle lads with whom to play ; When in the fields he hath a mind From fchool to ftray. Nor ferula fears, nor birch moft dire. But plays all day, and ileeps all night; Some other boy for cam will hire, His tafk to write. Thus 3 i6 MISCELLANIES. Thus let me live, thus life enjoy, Until to manhood I arrive ; And thus, like me, furc ev'ry boy To live will ftrive. J. W. ^^*H^*^ ELEGY On the Death of JOHN DAVIS, a noted CAKEMAN. AH, woe is me ! that Johnny e'er (liould die ! Oh fortune 1 juflly art thou painted blind : Weep all ye mufes, eke ye children cry ; For cakes, like Johnny's, we no more fliall find. How oft his voice, enchaunting, caught mine ear, Not mine alone, but all the youthful throng, \Vhilft round his bafket plac'd, we ftood to hear The merry tale, and laugh-provoking fong. -But Johnny's gone his dainty cakes no more At noon or eve our palates mall regale: Ah, no fweet wag ! tby death we muft deplore, Thy ginger-nuts and butter-bunns bewail. From fuch a caufe, who could expert his death ? He died by what he never did take in : 'T was water kili'd him* water ftopp'd his breath 'Tis wond'rous ftrange for all his drink was GIN. J. w. * Pie died of a dropfy. ELEGY On the DEATH of a favorite HousE-DoG. T O death's drear realms in youthful bloom, The pride of all the cynic train, MISCELLANIES. 317 Knyphaufen finks without a tomb, And freezes on the wint'ry plain. No grave receives his flighted bones, No earth conceals his lowly head ; O'er his wan corfe no freindly groans Lament the watchful guardian, dead. On the cold ground his lifelefs clay, Dreams not of joys or forrows paft ; Feels not the torrid beams of day, Nor Ihrinks beneath the wint'ry blaft. With watchful care, at focial home His voice deterr'd the plund'ring band , In fafety flept the peaceful dome, Nor fear'd the midnight ruffian's hand. Then mourn Knyphaufen** early fate, By direful madnefs 'twas he fell ! Tho' fad his life, tho' fhort his date, His name fhall live at * ARUNDEL. ARUNDEL, 1780. * The name of the Farm where the above was written. VERSES, On hearing Major W. JACKSON'S ORATION, July 4th, wherein he pathetically introduced the EULOGITJM on Col. LAURENS. THY genius, Jackfon, let the brave admire, Thy patriot ardour and thy martial lire, Which, while bafe fear fhook each unmanly foul, Sought with unflacken'd zeal true honor's goal. Let others too the 'orator commend, My feeling muie (hall praife the fteady friend ; Thy Laurcns dy'd, wept by the few he lov'd, But foon the dear impreffion was remov'd, 'Till 3 i8 MISCELLANIES. 'Till waken'd by thy foft and friendly zeal, We catch th' infection and arc proud to feel That fteady friendfhip charms each nobler heart, And nature triumphs ftill o'er feeble art. While the big tear bedevv'd thy manly face, And gave to graceful action fweeter grace ; The fpeaker's praife is but thy fecond boaft, For in the friend the orator was loft. W- P. The BEAUTIES of HARROWGATE. Rura mihi, et ii k :ui placant in Vesllibus Amr.es, Flumina amem fylvafque * inglorius. VJP.CJL. Me may 'be lately vales, and ivcodlandsplec;Je t And winding $r earns y *nd pbihftybic eeftt WAR TON. THY waters, Helicon ! each bard hath fung, Whence the gay tuneful train fucceffive fprung, Who from thy fountain drank delicious itreams, Pregnant with fancy and fublimeft themes ! Thofe Homer, Pindar, with fweet Sappho quafPd ; And mix'd with wine Anacreon fipp'd and laugh'd 1 But we the wonders of our owa relate, And praife the ftreams of rural Harrowgate, Their min'ral mixture can the foul infpire, To foaring odes, or to the tuneful lyre, To peniive minds,, a foothing med'cine prove, Nay ! blunt the pangs of unfuccefsful love. Their num'rous virtues pleaie beyond compare, "] They cure the iick, add beauty to the fair, And ruin'd health of age or youth repair. J Let Pyrrnont's Well (of worth long lince reveal'd By ftrolling quacks) to this bleft fountain yield. Let England, Bath or Buxton's charms relate, We Philadelpliians praife fweet Harrowgate. Though * The author, with fubmiflion, hss vrntur^d to ma!ce a few aJte; the franflanon of the motto th? word irghrius y king in no ways applicab ie to eke company and amufements at Harrov -e.e. MISCELLANIES. 319 >ms. J Though Briftol, Abingdon and all combine, Still, lovely fpot, the eclat fhall be thine ! E'en Spa, no more fuperior fame afiumes, Virtue or worth no more her fpring illumes Nor freedom fmiles, or genuine beauty blooms, Polluted waters Spa can only boaft, Slaves, rakes and tyrants, and the painted toaft; Thence ev'ry mark of real worth is fled, And wifdom weeps, vvhilft reafon droops her head. Hither the gen'rous and the gay repair,- Sip the clear wave, and breathe falubrious air : The free- their manly fentiments impart, And beauty charms without the aid of art. Philadelphia, Auguft I, 1786. W. P, Hind of tie MISCELLANIES. N. B. The tranjlcitions from Bever'nlge, and the mo dern Latin Odes ivith their Tranjlations^ have^ through neceflityy been omitted But will appear hereafter in the Columbian Magazine ', or feme other periodical publication. Z 2 VI R G I N I A PASTORAL DRAMA, ON THE BIRTH- DAY OF AN ILLUSTRIOUS PERSONAGE AND THE RETURN of PEACE, FEBRUART nth, 1784. Quo nihil majus miliufve terris Fata donavere, bonique divi Nee dabunt, quamins redcant in aurum Tcmpora prlfcum* PHILAD.ELPHIA: Printed by E L E A Z E R O S W A L D, at the COFFEE- HOUSE. MDCCI. XXXVI. To his EXCELLENCY JOHN DICKINSON, Efq. L. L. D. Barrjftcr at Law, late Captain-General and Governor of the Dehnyare State, and Commonwealth of Pennfylvania, &c. &c. &c. the able Politician, the accomplifhed Statefman, and the difinterefted Patriot: This fmall DR AM ATIC ESSAY, written in imitation of the ARCADIA, is, with the mofl fincere perfonal efteem, and refpedlfui confideration, humbly infcribed, by his Excellency's obliged friend, and very humble fervant, THE AUTHOR. PROLOGUE. Written by a Lady. A PL AY without a prologue is a joke , No play without a prologue can be fpoke - 9 It ftamps fome merit on the author's lay, Which was the leaft ingredient of his play. E'er fince old Dryden rul'd the Britifh nation *, Prologues were then, and Hill are all the fafhion 5 No matter for the fenfe, the prologue writ, Dub'd the performance with true attic wit : But be the plot or meafure e'er fo fam'd, Without that bill of fare, the piece was damn'd. I, in compliance with thofe antient rules, (Tho', by the by, fome antients weie but fools,) Run in the track, fo often trod before, Where Dryden ran, and other bards of yore ; Smooth in my numbers, in my paffions calm,f Tho* not one guinea glitters on my palm. This petit ouvre claims your guardian care, 'Twas wrote in hade, and wrote to pleafe the fair 5 'The female whigs will furely ne'er condemn, A rural bard, who writes to pleafure them; Who fince great Daphnis fheath'd his conq'ring blade, Enjoys the fweets of life's fequefter'd fhade ; Ptemote from cities, happinefs purfues, Forfakes Bellona for the ruftic mufc ; 'Mongft nymphs and fhepherds innocently free, Joins in their joys and mixes glee with glee. No Whitchead here, with prompt and penfion'd lay, Configns to fame our chieftain's natal day ; But from the lowly cot and cliftant plain, A country poet fends his humble ftrain. * The theatrical part of it. -f- Dryden was fo famous tor his prologues, that the players would aft no thing without that decoration. His ufual price was four'guineas ; but when Southern, the poet, required the prologue he had befpoke, Dryden demand ed fix guinea;, laying, k the playu; have had iny goods too J-.iMp. VIRGINIA: PASTORAL, &c. DRAMATIS PERSONS. Strephon 9 Flavia, Mira y Hebe, Genius^ Gbofts, SCENE I. ACoTTAGE, with a VIEW of the PATOWMAC, Shepherds and ShepkerdciTes. CHORUS. N OW the happy dawn appears Numbering mighty Daphnis'* years. * H was born m the year 1732. VIRGINIA. 32$ Flavia. Air. On this happy natal day, Tune the jocund roundelay, Whilft the north-winds rudely fweep O'er the foreft and the deep. Whilft beneath the pendant rock Safe from ftorms recline our flock. Round the hearth's enliv'ning blaze Whilft \ve trip to merry lays ; Let us all our time employ, 'Tis the day for mirth and joy. CHORUS. For the happy dawn appeals, Numbering mighty Daphnis' years. A dancs of JJjcpkerds y t*fc. Hebe. Recitative. Now free from care and war's uproar, In peace we tread Patowmac's fhore, No more 'we quake at rude alarms, Or tremble at the din of arms. No more we dread the treach'rous foe Defcending from the mountain brow ; Or landing from the neighb'ring flood Fell refugees inur'd to blood. But now as free as airy lark In fafety fwims the freighted bark ; The ready fleet, with looPned fail, Expands the canvafs to the gale ; From Chefapeak's extenfive fhore, Each diftant region to explore. To Daphnis' fword we owe the blifs f Tis. he. gives psace and happinefs. Then join with me, ye blithforne fwains, To hail the guardian of our plains ; Who train'd in knowledge' ample fchoul, Virginia born, is born to rule. V I R G IN I A. Strepbon. And lift from yonder fedgy heath That winds the mountain groves beneath The found of mirth afTkils my car, And fpeaks the fprightly Mira near : But fee fhe comes with fmiling face, Flulh from the pleafures of the chafe. S C E N E II. A rude profpect of recks, interfpcrfed with lawns and fringed with firs. Htintfmen and Huntrejfes defcetidlngjrom them* Mira. From hunting on the neighboring plains, I come to greet my freindly fwains 5 The cheerful band well-pleas'd to join, And blend my rural'fports with thine. Now may each youth in frolic play, Carefs his nymph fo blithe and gay : And whilft they trip in harmless glee Remember Daphnis made, them free. To him beneath the power above They owe the joys of life and love. AIR. See, Aurora with fmiles ufhers in the glad day, And all nature rejoices her homage to pay; "Whilft old winter, that hoary, rude, furly defpot, Seems delighted this birth had falFn to his lot : For he fmiles thro' his beard as if plcas'd with the boon, And prefers his bleak fnows to the rofes of June *. From the courts of dread Jove to thefe regions below, Came a Seraph nam'd Liberty, purer than fnow ; A * Tlwfis vtos born June 4th, 173$. VIRGINIA; 32? A bright fpark from the throne ihe transferred to our [land, She callM the fpark Daphnis, and bid him command. We feiz'd the dear pledge, highly charm'd with the [boon, And prefer'd the great gift to the rofes of June. From the weft to the eaft like a fun-beam he flew, And his fword in defence of his patronefs drew ; Then forcM the i ude-defpot of Britain to flee From thefe regions, by Heav'n ordain'd to be free* Now bleft with the tropliies obtainM us fo foon, No more we bow down to the rofes of June. Menalcas. Recitative. For Daphnis raife the cheerful voicCj 'Tis he commands us to rejoice. F /a via 9 Now let us round our temples twine, In gayeft wreaths the verdant pine j Wake the foft flute's melodious found, And let the notes of mirth go round ; "Whilft Hebe and Menalcas ' feet, Affift to make our joys compleat. Tranfported I the blifs enhance, With Hebe deareft maid to dance. Mira with Fla via too muft join, To make the fportive circle fhine. Sirepl hott, And is there then no place for me, So fond of mirth and jchty ? Sufpend your joy my Mira I give The hand, by wliich I hope to live % A a a Ao.il 328 VIRGINIA. , And lift yc fair ones whilft I raife iVly voice in godlike Daphnis' praifc. AIR. Tli at T go where I chufe, that I come when I pleafe, That my life fmoothly glides in contentment and eafe ; That my flocks fafcly wander o'er mountains and rocks, Nor dread the rude foldier, or treacherous fox : That I lie down fecure from the Indian's fell wiles, And balk in the fu-nihine of Mira's dear (miles ^ Thefe blefiln-gs and joys I abundantly kngw, With thanks ever countlefs to Daplmis I owe. Menalcas. Recitative* When truth with mufic is combined, It finds a paflage to the mind ; Concording hearts ftill plead its caufe, Whilft all delighted frnil* applaufe : We thank thce Strephon for the fong, O ! Would tby mufe the drains prolong \ In Daphnis' praife we all muft join, For he is noble, juft divine : "TTwpuld burft the founding trump of fame, To fpread our great Protector's name \ Who anxious for our blifs alone, To make us bleft, forgets his own ; Perifli my voice, whene'er I ceafe To Ung the man who gave us peace. Mir a. Air. Thyrfis' f\vay no more we boaft, He was merc'lefs and unkind ; Terror fpread our peaceful coaft, Fears came wafted on the wind. O'er our fmiling fields of corn, Ruin, havock, mark'd his way j Deareft VIRGINIA. Deareft friends, afunder torn, Claim the melting mournful lay. I, poor maid,- how hard a doom ! (Mem'ry ftill bedews my face ;) Snatch/d by Latro * in my bloom, From my aged fire s embrace : Forc'd (the tale, how dire to tell !) "With thofe ruffiaa hords to roam , Or within their camps to dwell, Far, alas ! from friends and home, 'Till Virginia's warlike fon, "With Columbia's chofen bands ; Gallia's youth came boldly on, And refcued me from his hands. Ever facred be to fame Daphnis thyafpicious name f May Columbia's happy earth, Laud the day that gave thee birth. Chorus. May Columbia's happy Laud the day that gare thec birth. Strephon. R-ecitative. For me the fates preferr'd thy charms, And yield thee fpotlefs to my arms. Forgive the tranfports that I feel, My fair eft Mir a, deareft girl ! No more protract my wayward fate, But let this morning confurnmate. Ceafelefs joys, a mutual treafure, Shall afford perpetual pleafure : This day lhall fanfliiy my choice, And Daphnis give his willing voice* '33* V I R G ! N I A, Then fhall all the fylran choir, Shepherd, maid and ruiric fwain, AS the tuneful notes infpire, Trip it o'er the ruffet plain : "When returns the blithfome fpring, "When the birds bc-gin to fing -, When the fair magnolias bioom, Wafting round their fweet perfume. On the flow'ry- dappled grafs, Smiling as the beams of day, Swift the joyful hours fliall pafs, Bearing all our cares away. Ever mindful of this morn, Mutual bleffings, Fond careffings, Shall await its wilh'd return. CHORUS. This day fhall fancYify our choice, And Daphnis give his willing voice. A dance of Hunters Menalcas* Recitative. Ah, Flavia, ftill alas too dear ! Why bend on me that look fevere ? O let this fair example move, And teach that flinty heart to love. R.eward the flame thy charms infpire, Nor blaft my foul with vain defire. Flavia, Peace thou foolifh am'rous fwain J See who haftes acrofs the plain, Full of life, with jocund air, Smooth his brow, unknown to care : In his face a gay furprize, Pleafurc fparkl'ing in his eyes. Jfy/as* VIRGINIA. 33* Enter Hylas. Air. Shepherds come, let mirth abound ; JLet the day with mirth be crown'd : Let Hebe and Mira, and Flavia unite, (Menalcas' and Strephon's, and riyias' delight) In harmony fvveet, With voice and with feet ; Xach lad with his lafs to the pipe's tunc c a, lay, Shall merrily dance the fleet hours away. For 'tis Baphnis commands Come then join hands in hands: Was each fhepherd like me, Then we all ihould agree To marry at once, and live happy and free. Mira. Recitative. Whence flow thefe tranfports, Hylas fay, Does Hebe fmile more kind to day ? Hylas. 3 Tis true fhe fmiks divinely kind, Her face defcriptive of her mind. Thofe eyes that lour'd with cold difdaio, Now, tell my fuit has not been v.iin. When ficft on imooth Fluvannah's fide I faw my fair my beauteous bride, My heart a fudden flame confelt, And Cupid all my foul pofieft : Now war's alarms are haply o'er, "j Again we meet- to part no more, Ne'er to forfake again Patowmac's fhore. j Sirephon. Then, to the church without delay, There let us crown this glorious day : The holy-feer attendant (lands, To join us all in Hymen's bands. tj VIRGINIA. Menalcas. But hark ! what lo's rend the air ! Some great event thofe fhouts declare. Hylas. Daphnis the great the good is come, To blefs again his native home. He comes, he comes, the hero comes, Trom martial camps, and noify drums To greet his own Virginia's fhore, Where Dmon war fhall rage no more Again to viewPatowmac's {ide, His peaceful houfe and fmiling bride. Aroundj his friends in clufters throng He mores, adored, his friends among. SCENE III. A r fullviewof Patowmac on one fide, with hips, &c. at a diftance : their colours difplay'd, of all nation^ On the other fide, a beautiful country profpect, di- verfificd with hills, lawns, and elegant feats. Tlourifi of trumpets. *& vaft conconrfe of gentlemen appear, conducting Daphnis. Thoufands of inhabitants of both fexes are feen ftrewing garlands and ever-greens before him. A Jnll concert of martial mufic. GENIUS of VIRGINIA advances to the found of fo- lemn mufic. Genius. Piecitativc. < "Where yonder diftant hills majeftic rife, And bare their fnowy bofoms to the Ikies, Jn facred folitude I love to dwell, While the big torrent foams around my ceil ; Virginia's VIRGINIA. 333 Virginia's genius ! there aloft I ftand Ajd view the growing glories of my land.'* From Allegany, tow'ring to the iky, I come to view this great folemnity. While angels with applauding eyes look on The glorious actions of Virginia's fon. Ghofts appeal* Columbia's murder'd chiefs defcend, Pieas'd their illuftrious captain to attend. Here, Warren, foremoft of the valiant flain, And he who fell on Abra'm's fnow-clad plain ; With vet'raa Worcefter in my train appear, Mercer and Nafh and warlike Herkimer. With them (lands Laurens of immortal name, And Europe's fons confign'd to deathlefs fame, Pulafld and De Kalb, who fell renown'd In freedom's caufe, with blooming laurels crown'd. Around me ftand, Of other heroes an illuftrious band, Numb'ring their wounds, thofe wounds of glory 3 Enroll' d in times authentic ftory 5 Thefe noble {hades attendant greet, And welcome .Daphnis to his bleft retreat., Aftrea comes again to blefs A chofen land with happinefs ; Her hands the ballance ftill fuftain, And juftice rules mankind again : *Twas Daphnis' arm her reign reftor'd, Rebuilt her fanes, to be ador'd. When fleeting years unnumber'd roll, His fame fhall reach from pole to pole j Each clime fhall hail him as its own, Each realm adopt him as its fon : And future bards in epic fong, His countlefs glories fhall prolong. Another Homer ihall arifc, His matchlefs worth to eternize ; 334 VIRGINIA, Whilft joinM with Marlbro* and Eugene Shall Daphnis' facred name be fcene : Illuftrious rival of the great Naffau'?, Rich with a tributary world's applaufe. Air. Come then Apollo and the nine, Attune your harps to ftrains divine f Such notes as once were wont to flovr On high Parnafs* or Pindus* brow ; O'er Cyprus' iile the feat of loves, Or Eramanthus' awful groves ; Or Elis' fhore, where Pindar's fame, Immortaliz'd the Olympic game : So fhail the godlike Daphnis' praifc, Give luftre to your tuneful lays. Recitative. " Be mine the meed of honor to bellow, And weave the crown that wreaths the deathlcfs brow*'* I'll call each hero from his bleft abodes, The fhades of monarchs and of derai-gods ; A chief fuperior, with their farne to greet, And lay their with'ring laurels at his feet. Obfequious to his worth their homage pay, To celebrate the great aufptcious day : The day productive of diftinguifh'd worth, That bleil: AMERICA with Daphnis' birth, Grand Chorus. Come then Apollo and the nine, Attune your harps to flrains divine f Such notes as once were went to flow, On high Parnafs'.or Pindus' brow ; O'er Cyprus' ifle, the feat of loves, Or Erymanthus' awful groves : Or Ellis' fhore> where; Pindar's fame Immortaliz'd th' Olympic game : So fhall the godlike DATHNIS' praife, Give hiftre to your tuneful lays. FINIS. SUBSCRIBE R,S. A. C Hades Allen, merchant, Q. Ann's co, Mar. 2 fetts The rev. Patrick Allifon, D. D. Baltimore B. General John Armftrong, Philadelphia Major Daniel Jenifer Adams, Wilmington^ D. Rev. John Andrews, A. M. Philadelphia Rev. Samuel Armar, A. M. Virginia P. Audibert, New-York B. The lion, Charles Biddle, efq. vice prefldent of the commonwealth of Pennfylvania The hon. Gunning Bedford, efq. attorney-general and member of congrefs for the Delaware ftate Stephen Ballicot, efq. member of the fupreme executive council of Pennfylvania B. general Richard Butler, Carlifle John Boyd, efq member of the fupreme executive council of Pennfylvania John Bartlet, Philadelphia a Peter SUBSCRIBER S. Peter Bedford, merchant, do. James Booth, cfq. fecretary to Kis excellency the gov. of the Delaware {hue, and clerk to the lion, houfe of iiflcmblys Newcaflle Col. George B.iynarcl, Q^ Anne's co. Maryland Mrs. Hannah Barnes, Dover, Delaware ftatc Jacob Bankfon, efq. attorney at law, Philadelphia Major John Bankfoa, Baltimore Major William Brown do, 2 ictts Raynard Bel-air, France. Richard Baflett, efq. attorney at law, Dover, .Del. ft. Capt. John Naifby Bailey, Baltimore John Banning, efq. Dover, Delaware fhite Jofeph Barker, merchant, Delaware fhue Rifden Bifhop, Kent co. Delaware John Bell, fenior, Dover, Delaware ftate William Berry, merchant, Frederica, Kent county, Delaware ftate, 6 fetts Capt. Thomas Berry, do. James Berry, Kent co. Delaware ftatc Capt. Harry Baynard, do. Lieutenant col. Solomon Bufh, Philadelphia John II . J3aker, do. Henry C. Baker, Tolbot co. Maryland Capt. John Blake, O- Ann's co. do. Paterion Bell, efq. Harford co. do. Rev. Ebenezer Brooks, A. B. Aquilla Brown, Kent ifland, Maryland John Bell, merchant, Philadelphia William Bordley, efq. Q^ Anne's co. Maryland Doctor Burkitt, Portfmouth, Ncw-Hampfliire John Barnahy, Cecil co. Maryland Andrew Barrett, Kent co. Delaware fiatc John Battell, Dover, Delaware ftate Francis Bailey, printer, Philadelphia Daniel Buckley, Pcquea, Pennfylvania Ifaiah Buili, merchant, Philadelphia Edmund Beach, merchant, do. Major SUBSCRIBERS. Major Bloomfield, Burlington, Ncw-Jerfey Major Alexander Boyd, Philadelphia Capt. Daniel Broadhead, Pittfburgh, 2 fctt-s Caleb Buglafs, Philadelphia George Bennfall, Germantown John Brown, jun. merchant, Philadelphia Richard L. Blackburne, cfq-P, William county, Vir. Cuthbert Butler, efq. do. Henry Banks, efq. Richmond, Virginia, 6 fetts Capt. Joleph Brice, Chefter, Pennfylvania. C. John Carfon, M. D. Philadelphia Colonel Thomas Chafe, Bofton, 2 fetts John Clayton, efq. attorney*general E. S. Maryland Major John Clayton, high fheriff, Ken: co. Del. ftate Doctor Jofluia Clayton, Dover, Delaware ftate Solomon Clayton, efq. Queen Anne's co. Maryland John Colthurft, efq. Philadelphia John Carnan, Cecil coi ',. 7, Maryland, 2 fetts Doftor John Brown Cutting, Bofton Jofeph Carfon, merchant, Philadelphia Ifaac Collins, printer, Trenton, New'Jerfey Francis Curtis, efq. attorney at law, Baltimore Jacob J. Cohen, merchant, Philadelphia Mofes Cohen, do. Charles Carrol, merchant, Baltimore J. L. Clarkfon, merchant, Philadelphia John C a Id well, ftudent of lav/, Wilmington James Coakley, merchant, Dover, Delaware {rate Capt. Samuel Crofby, Q^ Anne's county Maryland Colonel Ifaac Carty, Ken;: county, Delaware ftate Major James Cleland, Q^ Anne's county, Maryland Capt. Edward Courfey, do. Dodtor John Coates, T albot county, Maryland Capt. George A Claypole, Philadelphia Do'ftor John Coulter, efq. Fell's Point, Baltimore Stephen Chambers, eiq. attorney at Lv.v, Lancaf. Major SUBSCRIBERS. Major Chriftie, New-York Myer M. Cohen, merchant, Philadelphia Capt. Pvobert Caldwell, merchant, do. Thomas Cullen, merchant, do. Major Warwick Coates, do. William Cor fey, CK Anne's county, Maryland Mifs Sally Clayton, do Thomas Carradine, efq. do John Clark, efq. attorney at law, York-town, Penn. John Cragh, merchant, Carlifle, Penn. Matthew Carey, Philadelphia George Cambell, efq. regifter of wills, do. Robert Correy, merchant, do. Samuel Couty do. Doctor Thomas Carter, Richmond, Virginia William Claybonrne, efq. do. ?. fetts Weftenra Crofs, Tyrone, Ireland Tench Cox, efq, Philadelphia * D. f His excellency John Dickenfon, efq, L. L. D. barifler at law, late governor cf the Delaware ftate and commonwealth of Pennfylvania, 8 fetts Major-general Philamon Dickenfon, Philadelphia Colonel Thomas DtifF, efq. fpeaker of the aflembly of the Delaware ftate, Newport Col. Matthew Driver, efq. judge of Caroline county, Maryland Chriftopher Driver, do. Robert Dixon, efq. Kent county, Delaware ftate Major John Dames, Q. Anne's county, Maryland R.ev. James Davidion, A. M. profeflbr of languages in the univerfity of Philadelphia Rev. Robert Davidion, D. D. profeflbr in Dickenfon college, Carliile, Pennfylvania Sharp Delaney, efq. collector of the port ofPhiladeL Doctor William Delaney, Philadelphia Capt. Patrick Dufliy, do. John S U B S C R I B E R S, John Donahoe, do, Capt. Jofeph Driikill, Kent county, Delaware flute Eliiha Cuilen Dick, M. B. Alexandria, Virginia. Henry Dai-den, Talbot county, Maryland Major Ifaac B Dunn, Philadelphia Major James Dunn, Newcafrle county, Delaware ftate. Samuel Dellap, bookfeller, Philadelphia Robert Dawfon, Q^Anne's county, Maryland John Devan merchant, Philadelphia Mifs Eliza Dames, Q. Anne's county, Maryland T. Duncan, efq. attorney at lav/, Carliile, Pennfylva- nia. Robert Duncan, do. do. E. Doctor John L. Elbert, Talbot county, Maryland Jofhua Elbert, do. do. Richard Tilghman Earl, efq. Q. Anne's co. Maryland Thomas Evans,' Kent county, Delaware irate. Thomas Eddy, merchant, Philadelphia Edwarcl Eubanks, Talbot county, Maryland John Erfkine, merchant, do. Dwctor John Ely, Connecticut William Echart, Philadelphia Maj. Richard Emory, Queen Anne's county, Maryland Mifs Eliza Emory, do. F. The right lion, major-general the marquis dc la Fay- ette, 12 fetts * The hon. David Finney, efq. one of the fupreme judges of the Delaware ftate Colonel John Fitzgerald, Alexandria, Virginia George Fitzgerald, merchant, Baltimore Cape. William Frazier, Newcaftle, Delaware ftatc Peter Fury, merchant, Dover, Delaware ftace. Jolhiia Fiiher. attorney at law, do. Doclor Fcnwick Filhcr, Accomack, Virginia dtpt Joren'iiah Freeman, Philadelphia Patrick SUBSCRIBERS. Thomas Forrcft, jun. Philadelphia Patrick Farrel, New- York James Fiflier, merchant, Frederickfbur.gh, Virginia. Roger Flahavan, jun. trader, Philadelphia G. Major-general Horatio Gates, Virginia .Brigadier-general Mordecai Gift, Charlefton William Goldibo rough, efp. Talbot county, Maryland Thomas Golclfborough, efq. Caroline county, Maryland Mifs Elizabeth Anne Gordon, Dover, Dslaivare irate Major Henry Gaither, Baltimore, 2 fetts Reuben G/lder, M. B. Baltimore Rev. John Gordon, D. D. Reftor of St. Michael's pariih, Talbot county, Maryland John Gordon, efq. Dover, Delaware ftatc William Gordon, Baltimore James Gardiner, watchmaker, Talbot county, Mary land , Jamfs Gibb's, Fell's-point, Baltimore Lieut, col- Benjamin Gibbs, Kent county, Dela. {late. Benjamin Gibbs, merchant, Philadelphia Capt. John GafvvMy, near Baltimore John Gray. Baltimore William Gray, Kent county, Delaware ft ate The hen. colonel William Grayfon, efq. member of Congrefs for the common weaih of Virginia, Du/wf. William Goddard, pr'fnter, Baltimore Colonel Peter Grubb, 'efq. Lancafter, Pennfylvania Colonel George Gibfon, Pennfylvauia John Gibfon the Third, efq. Talbot county, Maryland Woolman Gibfon, efq, do. J. Guion, New-York Jarnes Gallagher, merchant, Philadelphia Doctor Lemuel Guftine, Carliile William Gray, Philadelphia Lieutenant col. Grear, New-York H. Majov-jeh. William Heath, Bofton lion, SUBSCRIBERS. lion. Francis Hopkinfcn, efq. A, M. judge of the vice admiralty, Philadelphia, 2 fetts Jonathan Hodge, efq. one of the fupreme executive council of Pennfylvania Col. David Hall, efq. Lewis, Delaware ftate Doftor Jofcph Kail, do. "Walter Hall, merchant, Philadelphia Doctor John Ilindman, Q^ Anne's county, Maryland Mifs Nancy Hafelet, Dover, Delaware ftate Major James Hamilton, Charlcfton Doctor Harrifon, Baltimore -Major Richard Howell, New-Jerfey, 2 fetts George Hodgfon, merchant, Baltimore Capt. Whitehead Humphreys, Philadelphia Joihua Humphreys, jun. Philadelphia Mr. Hurd, New- York John Hayes, printer, Baltimore Ifaac Hough, Philadelphia Thomas Hardcafrle, efq. Caroline county, MaryL Lieutenant-col, Adam Hubley, efq. Lancafter, do. Colonel Samuel Hanfon, A. B. Weftern ihore, Mar. Ebenezer Handy, Somerfet connty, do. James Hutchins, efq. Baltimore John Heap, merchant, do. Afhtou Humphreys, efq. attorney at law, Philadelphia "\Yilliam. Hayward, jun. efq. attorney at law, Talbot county, Maryland Capt. Edward Hall, Queen Anne's county, Maryland Richard Huilon, Charlefton, Satith Carolina Col. Thomas Hartley, York- town, PennlVlvania James Hamilton, Cariifle Stacy Hepburne, merchant, Philadelphia Brigadier-general Pilchard. Kumpton, do. Matthew Harrifon, efq. Prince Vv'iiiiam county, Vir. John Hopkins, efq. Richmond, Virgiriia, 2 fctts Charles Hopkins, efq. do. Mungo Harvey", efq. \', r efi:;r county, Vir. Mrs. Frances Harvey, Fred. rgh, do. Jofeph SUBSCRIBERS. Jofeph Htigg, efq. judge of the common plear, and one of the matters in chancery, Ncvv-Jerlcy John Harrifon, merchant, Philadelphia I. Brigadier-general William Irvine, Carlifle Major-general James Irvine, Philadelphia Matthew Irvine, efq. Recorder, do. John Irvine, Head of Elk Colonel Francis Johnttcn, receiver-general, Phil ad. The hon. colonel John JORCS, one of the fupremcs judges, Delaware ftate Thomas Jennings, efq. Annapolis, Maryland Capt. Jerimiah Jackfon, Philadelphia Major William Jackfon, do. Hon. Ralph Izard, Charlcflon, South Carolina Doctor Jonathan Ingraham, Bucks county, PennfyL K. Colonel Simon Kollock, Lewes, Delaware ftate Major Lawrence Keen, Sunbury, Pennfylvania Nathaniel Kennard, Talbot county, Maryland Capt. Roger Keane > Philadelphia Rev. John Chriftopher Kunze, D. D. paftor of the old and new luthcran churches, profeflbr of the oriental languages in the univtrfity of New-York, and fvvorn tranflator of the German language to Congrefs John Kean, merchant, Philadelphia John Kenedy, merchant, Kempfville, Virginia Li Major David Lenox, Baltimore Daniel Longftreet, merchant, Philadelphia Major John Lucas, Savannah, Georgia, 3 fetts Colonel Archibald Little, Orange, North Carolina Colonel George Latiraer, Philadelphia Doctor Henry Latimer, A. M. Newport, Delaware ft. Doctor Nathaniel Luff, 1'redcrica, Delaware fbue SUBSCRIBERS. John Lewis, efq. Fredericklburgh, Virginia Rev. Edward Langworthy, Baltimore Capt. Philip Lyon, Philadelphia Chevalier Charles Julian de Longchamps, do. John Levins, Norfolk, Virginia Capt. John Lawrence, Philadelphia William Lyon, prothonotary, Carlifle, Pennfylvania John Lawfon, efq. Alexandria, Virginia M. Hon. Thomas M'Kean, efq, L, L. D. chief juftice of the commonwealth of Pennfylvania, and late preli- dent of CongreL, 6 fetts Major-general Thomas Mifflin, efq. A. M. fpeaker of the hon. houfe of afTembly of Pennfylvania, and late prefident of Congrefs, 2 fetts Col. William M'WUliams, Frederickfburgh, Virginia Richard M'Williams, Newcastle, Delaware ftate Peter Markoe, Philadelphia Hon. James M'Henry, efq. member of congrefs for Maryland, Baltimore Col. Henry Miller, York Town $ Pennfylvania Edward Miller, M. B. Dover, Delaware ftate Doctor William Molefton, do. Henry Molefton, merchant, Frederiba, Delaware ftate Eleazer M'Coomb, efq. Dover, Delaware ftate Capt. John M'Faddon, Baltimore John M c Dowell, efq. A. M. Dorfet, Maryland William M'Dougall, Philadelphia Alexander Montgomery, efq. Wilmington, Delaware ftate Capt. Allen M'Lane, Kent co. Delaware ftate Capt. William M'Cannon, Newcaftle county, Del. ft, James M'Cabe, Q^Anne's co. Maryland ' David M'Machen, efq. attorney at law, Baltimore John M'Culloch, merchant, Baltimore Michael Toicph M'Cragh, do. clo. Win. M'Liighlin, eiq! high flieriff, do. b Rev. SUBSCRIBERS. Rev, Samuel Magaw, D. D. vice provoft of the nni- niverfity or Philadelphia, 6 fetts M*Mmrie, merchant, Philadelphia Doctor Charles M'Knight, New-York James Mann, A. M. M. B. Baltimore Samuel Montgomery, merchant, Philadelphia Major Geo. Mitehel, Suflex, Delaware fhue Major Nathaniel Mitehel, Suflex, do. Hon. Matthews, late governor of S. C. Colonel Robert Magaw, Carlifle, Pennfylvania Samuel A. M f Cofkry, M. P. do. do. John Montgomery, do. do. Capt. John P. Miller, Philadelphia John M'Cree, broker, do. Col. Ephraim Martin, 4th regiment, New-Jerfey Colonel F. Mentges, infpector-general of the militia of Pennlylvania William Matters, efo. Philadelphia John M'Laughlin, do liaac Melcher, efq. do. Clcon Moore, efq. Alexandria, Virginia William M'Daniel, Prince "William county, Virginia Colonel Thomas Merriwether, Puchmond, Virginia Major Walker Mufe, Weftmoreland co. Virginia N. Brigadier-general Nevil, Pittfburgh Leautenant-colonel Prefiy Nevil, do. Jv>hn Nevil, efq. member of the fupreme executive 'council, Pennfylvania Colonel Henry Neill, member of council, Delaw. ft. Alexander' Neibitt, merch-nit, Philadelphia Doccor Thomas Nixon, near Dover, Delaware ftate Capt. Charles Nixon, Dover, do. Nicholas Nixon, Pafley, near do. do. Major Samuel Nicholas, Philadelphia, 2 fetts Capt. Wir.^atc, Newman, do. imin Nones, merchant cl O. SUBSCRIBER S. O. Lieutenant-Colonel Eleazer Ofwald, Philadel. 8 fetts Michael Morgan O Brien, merchant, do. James O'Bryon, efq h. iherifF Q^ Ann's co. Maryland Capt. E. Oldham, Baltimore Town P. Brigadier-general Samuel liolden Parfons, Connecti cut, 6 fctts Major John Patten, Dover, Delaware ftate Colonel John Patton, Philadelphia Colonel Thomas Procter, do. 4 fetts Capt. Francis Procter, Philadelphia Lieutenant-colonel Charles Pope, Kent co. Del. Do6tor Thomas Parke, do do, 6 fetts Lieutenant-colonel John Parke, A. M. Phil. 18 fctts John Pryor, merchant, Dover, Delaware ftate Abraham Pryor, do. do. William Pritchard, bookfeller, Philadelphia. 6 fetts Capt. William, Pendergaft, efq. Annapolis, Maryland James Porter, Talbot county, do. Major William Popham, A. B. ftate of New-York Capt. Jonathan Pieafaiiton, near Dover, Dela. ftate James Price, efq. Kent Ifland, Maryland Doctor Charles Price, Q. Anne's county, do. Hon John Penn, Efq. Halifax, North Carolina Doctor Frederick Phyle, naval-officer of the port pf Philadelphia John Bell Pollock, Johnftown, Delaware ftate Capt. J. Pearfon, Philadelphia Major Peter S. Du Ponceau, attorney at law Jofeph Poftlethwaite, Carlnle, Pennfylvania Capt. William Powers, Philadelphia Robert Patterfon, A. M. profeflqr of mathematics in the univerfity of Pennf/lvania Galbreath Patterfon, efq. Lancafter, Pennfylvania R. Cpl. Michael Ptyan, late of the American army, and infpector-gcneral, Fredcrickfburh, Virrinia 6 fct'ti SUBSCRIBERS. Hon. David Ramfey, cfq. M. D. member of Congrefs for South Carolina, 2 fetts Hon. Colonel Nathaniel Ramfey, member of Congrefs for Maryland Hon. Colonel Thomas Rodney, member of Congrefs for the Delaware ftatc Mifs Letty Rodney, Dover, Delaware ftate Crcfar Auguftus Rodney, do. do. Doctor Charles Ridgely, Efq. do. do. Charles Ridgely, merchant, do. do. Doctor Abraham Ridgely, do. do. Hon. George Read, efq Newcaftlc, do. Patrick Rice, Philadelphia, 3 fetts Capt. Jofqph Rice, do. James Ryan, merchant, Baltimore Thomas Ruflcl, efq. do. Capt. Francis Revely, near Baltimore Walter Roe, merchant, do. Ptev. William Rogers, A* M. late brigade chaplain in the Pennfylvania Line George Richards, printer, Alexandria, Virginia Cropley Rofe, merchant, Philadelphia William Ringold, of Thomas, Kent Ifland, Maryland Colonel James R. Reed, near Carlifle, Pennfylvania Samuel Ridgway, cfq. Q^Anne's county, Maryland Major John Richardfon, Chefter, Pennfylvania William Rolfton, merchant, Philadelphia Abraham Roberts, do. Capt. Benjamin R.UC, Tinicum Ifland, Pennfylvania Col. James Rofs, L-incafter, do. George Rofs, Efquire, member of AfTembly for Lan- cailcr county, Pennfylrania s. His excellency maj or < general Wm. Smalhvood, go- , or of the ftate of Maryland, 3 fetts Major-general Arthur St. Glair, Pennfylvania, 2 fetts . I'M T ,v,n*d Shippen, efq. judge of the court of pleas, Philadelphia SUBSCRIBERS. Major-general John Sullivan, Exeter, New-Hampfh. Rev. William Smith, D. D. provoft of Wafhington college, Newton-Chefter, Maryland^ 2 fetts William Moore Smith, efq. d. M. do. do. Mifs Nancy Sykes, Dover, Delaware ftate. Dr. James Sykes, Cambridge, Maryland Dr. Cambell, St. Clair, George-town, E. S. Maryland Dr. Alexander Smart, Cecil ccunty, do. Capt. Clement Skerret, Gun-powder River, do. 2 fetts Richard Stanley, efq. Kent county, Delaware ftate Wm. Hugh Stanley, do do Capt. Thomas Steel, Philadelphia Capt. James Steel, Duck Creek, Delaware ftate Parke Shee, Philadelphia Thomas Seddon, bookfeller, Philadelphia Ephraim Steel, merchant, Carlifle, Pennfylvania Mifs Cornelia Sewell, Q^ Anne's county, Maryland Thomas Smith, efq. attorney at law, Carlifle, Penn. Doctor George Stevenfon, do. do. William Shaanon, do Capt. James Sutter, Philadelphia Capt. William Stuart, do. Jofeph Stretch, New- York B. Stith, efq. Richmond, Virginia Charles Stuart, King George's county, Virginia Do6lor A. Skinner, Frederikfburg-h, Virgin/a Abraham Smith, Bucks county, Pennfylvania John Swanwick, efq, Philadelphia T. Rev. Sydenham Thorn, A. B. Kent co. Delaware ft. James Tilton, efq. M. D. Dover, do> Lieutenant-colonel Nehemiah Tilton, efq. do. Doctor Thomas Tillotfon, ftate of New-York Doctor Charles Troop, T albot county, Maryland George Truit, merchant, near Dover, Delaware ftate Jofeph Turner, merchant, Philadelphia Major Richard Tilghman, jun. efq. T albot co. Maryl. James SUBSCRIBERS. James Thompfon, Indian Queen, Philadelphia Rev. Matthew Tare, J\I. A. Ncwcaftle co. Delaware John Thomas, fen. Talbot co. do. Doctor John Thomas, 4. M. Cecil co. Maryland Doctor Tucker, Charlefton, South-Carolina Jofeph Thornburg, Carlifle, Pe-nnfylvania Benjamin Towne, printer, Philadelphia Mrs. M. Taylor, Alexandria, Virginia Mrs. Martha Turberville, Pekatone, Weil. co. Virg. Major George Lee Turberville, Epping, Rich. co. Vir. Mrs. Betty Tayloe Turberville, do. do. Mifs Hannah Lee Turberville, Pekatone, Weft. co Virginia Enfign Gawin Corbin Turberville, do. do. George Richard Lee Turberville, efq. do. do. James Thomfon, merchant, Philadelphia Col. James Thompfon, do. county V. His exellency Nicholas Vandyke, efq governor of the Delaware ftate, 2 fetts Hon. John Vining, efq. member or Congrefs for the Delaware date, 2 fetts Ben. Vining, efq. A. B. Dover, Delaware ftate Major-general Varnum, Rhode-Ifland John Vannofr, efq. attorney at law, Philadelphia Major Viner Van Zant, New-York Capt. Bartholomew Van Heer, of Procter's artillery W. General Anthony Wayne, Chefter, Pennfylvania Hon. Col. Samuel Wyliis, efq. Hartford, Connecticut, 3 fetts Major John Wyllls, do. Major Charles Whiting, Middletown, Connecticut Major Samuel Turbut Wright, efq. Q^ A. co. Ma ryl. Rev. William Weft, Baltimore Colonel William Whiteley, Lt. of Caroline co. Maryl. Colonel Samuel Weft, Lt, Kent county, Delaware fme Henry SUBSCRIBERS. Henry "Ward, efq. fecretary, Providence, R. Ifland. Major Jacob Weede, Charlefton, South Carolina Thomas White, efq. jndge of the common pleas, Kent county, Delaware ft ate Doctor Edward White Choptank, Maryland John Whitehill, efq. member of the fupreme execu tive council of Pennfylvania Nicholas Way, M. D. Wilmington, Delaware ftate Samuel Wharton, efq. Philadelphia .Capt. John Wilfon, near Dover, Delaware ftate Capt. Simon Wilmer Wilfon, efq. recorder, Dover Brigadier-general Ot-ho Holland Williams, naval officer, Baltimore Brigadier-general Wecdon, Alexandria, Virginia Doctor Thomas B. Wilfon, Qiieen Ann's co. Maryland Major Richard Wilfon, do. Brigadier-general James Wilkinfon, Kentucky Doctor James Wynkoop, Middletown, Delaware Major Levin Winder, Somerfet county, Maryland Capt. Wigton, Philadelphia John Webb, jun, Richmond, Virginia Robert Wilfon, Q. Ann's county, Maryland Mifs Nancy Wright, do. J. G. Wafhington, efq. Annapolis, Maryland John Waihington, efq. Weftmorelaud co. Virginia Robert Wright, jun. Q^ Ann's county, Maryland John Wilkins, jun, Carlifle, Pennfylvania The rev. William Worn, New-Jerfey Col. William Will, Philadelphia John Whitehead, A. M. merchant, Philadelphia Matthew Whiting, efq. Prince William county, Vir. Colonel John Willis, of Spotfylvauia co. do. 2 fetts Mrs. Ann Willis, do. do. 6 fetts YvTiliam Woodhcufe, ftationcr, Philadelphia, 4 fetts Y. Charles Young, nic reliant, Philaclclphia, 2 fetts James Young, mcrciianr, Baltimore |phn Yo;;ng, Jun. irurcii.uir, Phihclelphia Samuel SUBSCRIBERS. Samuel Young, merchant, do. Jafper Yates, efq. attorney at law, Lancafter, Pennf, Z. Baron Williams Ziegefar, Philadelphia ADDITIONAL SUBSCRIBERS. Rev. John Ewing, D. D- proved of the univerfity of Penn- fylvania Rev. H, C. Helmuth, D. D. fenior minifter of the German Jutheran churches in Philadelphia, and profeffor of the German and Hebrew languages in the univerfity of Penn- fylvania Doctor Gerardus Clarkfon, Philadelphia Doclor Benjamin DufEeld, A. M. do. His excellency Thomas Collins, efq. the prefent governor of the Delaware ftate. Hugh Montgomery Brakenridge, efq. member of affembly' for Weftmoreland, co. Pittfburg Jofeph Hubley, efq. attorney at law, Lancafler, Pennfyl. Capt. Stewart Herbert, Lancafter, do. D. C. Claypoole, printer, Philadelphia Job John ion, do. David Kennedy, efq. fecrelary to the land office, Philadel. James Chandler, Chefter, Pennfylvania Colonel J. M-Dunnough, governor's council, Del. ftate. Tie Author returns his thanks to the Ladies and Gentlc,- men of Pen?ifyli'a?iia, Delaware, Maryland and Vir ginia, for the kind affijlance they have given him in promoting this work. The other ftate s have not yet fent forward their fubfcrtptions, which he is well informed are very conftderalle. The frontifpiece is the work of Mr James Peller Malcolm, cf this city, a young artifl, whoj'ervedbutaj/jort time to the bitfinefs) therefore any ir.ucuracies therein mull If imputed to the abovt cattfc t SUBSCRIBERS. The Sub/ime Lodge of Perfection, Philadelphia Lodge No, 2, of Ancient York Mafon, do Brigadier General P. Muhlenberg, member of the Su preme Executive Council of Pennfylvania Colonel William Coates, lieut. of Philadelphia county Captain Mathew. Sadler, Philadelphia Hon. John Pringle, Efq. A. B. Speaker oftheHoufe of Delegates, Charleflon, S. C. John Pringle, merchant, Philadelphia Jofiah Hewes, do do Robert Smith, do do John Taylor, do do Seth Willis, do do Colonel John Shee, do Jonathan D. Sergeant, Efq. do Major James Willing, do Major William M'Pherfon, do Lieutenant '-amue! Houfe, do James Eryfon, Eiq. Deputy Poft Matter General for Pennfylvania, do John Lardncr, merchant, do William M. Diddle, Reading, Berks county Ifacac Franks, broker, Philadelphia William Rodman, jun- Bucks county, Pennfylvania Alexander P utherford, D. G. M. of Pennf. Philad. Major John Story, MafTachu fetts Bay . John Moylan, Liq. Clothier Gen. Amer. army Philad. Captain 'Jamuel Edmifton, Philadelphia John Martin, do 3 fetts, Captain James Ramage, Londonderry, Ireland James Loughead, Efq. Philadelphia F. Lewis Taney, Efq. of St. Mary's co. Maryland Major Samuel Nicholas, Philadelphia 16 fetts Benjamin DufReld^ M. D. do John Dunlap, printer, do Colonel Jofeph Dean, do Brigadier General D. Broadhead, Reading, Pennfyl, Dr. Thomas Bond, near Philadelphia Lieutenant Colonel Stephen Bayard, Pittiburg SUBSCRIBERS. Simon Steddicorn paper merchant, Philadelphia Frederick Chriftian, baker, do Captain Benjamin Hodgdon, do Captain Jofcph Anthony, late of Newport, R. Ifland Thomas Hidmann Leuffer, Efq. Hamburg, Europe James Martin, efquire, Bedford co. Pennfylvania George Glentworth, M. I). Philadelphia Captain William A. Patterfon, of the engineer corps Blair M'Clenachan, efquire, Philadelphia Captain Wilfon, Sunbury, Pennfylvania Mofes Young, efq. of the ifland of Trinidada, S. Arnef. Peter Baynton, efquire, Philadelphia John Simpfon, efq. Northumberland, Pennfylvania Jacob Le Gay, failmaker, Philadelphia Robert Cocks, merchant, New-York ERRATA. In page xi in the margin, for 1718 lege 1618. In page XII, line 24, iorfef/l. hath fallen. Where it occurs, for Sythtan 1. Scythian. Where it occurs, for ivhilft 1. while. Where it occurs, for amidft 1. amid. In page 204, line 2, between if never , infert /. In page 285, Ode 16, line 6, for and \. nor. In page 3 1 5, in the Parody, line 13, for ferula 1. fefule. Subfcribers names, letter G, for James Gilbs, Fell's Point 1. James Giles , Fell's Point. Subfcribers names, letter I, for IngraJoam 1. Inglaw. N. B. Any other typographical errors that may occur, the reader will pleafe to correct according to his own judgment. ADDENDA, ADDENDA. ODE i. M TRUST not, bright maid the felf-admiring Compound of noife, of nonfenfe, and of fhew! Avoid the rake, nor vainly think, -to you, Who laughs at conftancy, will e'er be true; tilt footing fcorn, he merits not your love, For prigs and coxcombs, ingrates ever prove. A fool, tho' rich, receive not to your arms, He views, infeniibly, your countlefs charms; Nor let the * foldier** military life, E'er tempt you to become a wretched wife; No real joys can fuch a marriage give, In noife and glitt'ring poverty to live. But, fhould fome gen'rous, dear, deferring youth, Blefs'd with good fenfe, good nature, virtue, truth, Pir'd by your charms, prefer his am'rous plea, Indulge his fuit, he knows not to betray; But confcious of your worth the gift will prize, And ever view you with a lover's eyes. A TRANSLATED into LATIN. CARMEN I. LMA ne credas,^* dedicate , Omnis eft clamor, fpeciefve, fumus, Scilicet * Alludiug to a fopljhgof the Sritifh ar,T.y, who paid his addrefixs to the lady at that time. ADDENDA Scilicet vana infipida atque curat Quse aipicit iftum. Cui p! aceht veftes, fpecie decors, Ment> at dotes linere exaratas Nolet: an dignus videatur a te Quserere laudem? Fasminas multas, alias qui amavit Spernito, expectes aliter foret jam ! Fidus et caftus, ftupra dum recenfet Num. queat elTe? Amove infulfum licet opulentym, Auri et argenti ftudiofus ut lit, Nee fidus, virtus nee honor pudorque Attrahit iftum. Vel malas artes hominum improborum ,Quis timet? vel quid ftudiofa pravi Turba minetur? Interim cafta prece te fequemur, Te piis votis, tua ne per altos Montium tra&us, dubiis laborct Vita periclis: Te favor coeli tueatur, umbra Protegat fcuti deus, et reducat Sofpitem, falvae redeant Phalanges, Hofte fubafto. TRANSLATION. O D E 2. To General RiCHARD MONTGOMERY, &c. (5*<: & ILLUSTRIOUS chief, thy daring paflage lies O'er mountain tops that reach the diftant ilcies ; Thro' cavern'd vales with ruthlcfs thorns o'erfpread, O'er ftones that lift like fliapelefs cliffs their head. Where rigid frofts the barren foil congeals, And fnows eternal whiten all the hills 5 Where ADDENDA. Where fcarce a dwelling glads the lonefome plain, Or focial path difplays the tread of man. While preffing on thofe favage tribes that dare Invade our country with definitive war; Now forc'd again with tremb'ling hafte to fly Beneath the rigours of a northern iky : Or while with fearlefs march your arms you bear Thro* defart wilds, thro* tracklefs regions, where Nohoufe or cott falutes the wand'ring fight; - O guard that health, which adds to our delight] While thou art fafe, who dreads the warlike din? Or the more dang'rous arts of wicked men ? Who fears the ravings of a fenfelefs throng, Anxious to rule, yet ever ir- the wrong ? And now with holy vows and prayers fincere, We call down bleffings from yon blefTed fphere : Q may thy fteps no hidden dangers know, But fafe from perils tread the mountain brow. Thy favour, bounteous God, propitious yield, And {hade our gen'ral with thy mighty {hieid! Unhurt reftore him to our arms again, His troops victorious, and the Briton (lain. Camp before Bo/Ion, 1775. J. P CARMEN III. Ad amuum meitm fummum Johannem Parke Cuftis, ar- jnigerem, domo campo Americano abeuntem* IDecus noftrum, cape delicatx Conjugis caftum licitumque amorem, Qux tibi femper placitura fefe Dedicat uni. Semper impend placitura, ccrtus Auguroi, tantum decus et venufto Sauvitas vultn eft, adeo ierena FroQte reluccnt. fhtimi ADDENDA. Intimi mores, animique candor, Tarn tibi blandi radiant ocelli Tanta per totam locuples leporura Gratia formam. Sis precor felix, fuperumque donis Integer longum fruere invidendis! Sint Dies keti tibi, Isetiores Sint tibi nocles! TRANSLATION. O D E 3. To my very worthy -friend JOHN PARKE CUSTIS, Efq; on his ret nrn from the American camp. RETURN -my friend, my only pride, Carefs thy fmiling, peerlefs bride; To her, be ev'ry fondnefs fnewn, Who joys to call thec, all l*er own. I can, without prophetic voice, Declare, to pleafe, is ftill her choice; Such fweetnefs with fuch bloom combined, Thro' ev'ry tint difplays her mind. For thee, with pleafure, beam thofe eyes, Increafing love, new joy fupplies; Beauty and fymetry, her face is, With form, drefs'd out by all the graces. May God continue ftill to blefs My friend with lafting happinefs! May ev'ry day add new delight, And blifs fuperior crown each night. ODE ADDENDA. O D E 4. Addre/ed to Air. ABRAHAM S - h, occafioned by read ing an American tranjlation of Horace y and other poeti cal imfcellanies. Written By DOCTOR Jo NATHAN I GH M, of Bucks co. Pennfylvaaia *rTT~MS S***h demands the willing fong, Genius and merit to prolong ; To fan the noble fire, Ye mufes come, angelic train! Smile on my humble, artlefs ftrain, Your kindeft breath infpire. As Phoebus on his torrid car, (The glirj Vmg glory* darting far,) His tvvlliaiit force difplays: Th* enkindling iuftre of his beams Gilds La*. Mca'c cliffs, the unbinding it-reams B ej oice . in- noon-tide rays. So, by tlieir harmony divine, Thcfavor'd by the tuneful nine, (Sons of the lyric firing !) Their gifted graces can difpeme, Jn focial, eafy wit, and fenie, As genius prompts to iing. Thus! and from treafures new and old, By ***** reburnifh'd ihin-s, the gold, And from the native ore, LufFrous, the molten deluge glows; With greateft.eafe the art he fliews, So many, fond explore. Purfue the theme ! and by thy lay, Each nobler, moral truth difpluy, Bid civil difcord ceafe ! No more, to roufe us, war alarms, , Fled, -is the difmal fcene of arms,- Columbia fmiles in peace.- F I N L S. /7 -