A PINDARIC OD E. III. 2. Girt with many a Baron bold • Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old • In bearded majesty, appear. In the midft a form divine! 103 • Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line; • Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, Attempered sweet to virgin-grace. • What strings fymphonious tremble in the air! • What strains of vocal tranfport round her play! Hear from the grave, great Talieffin, hear; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay. • Bright Rapture calls, and foaring, as she fings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-co'lour'd wings. III. III. 3. The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, • And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. • In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleafing pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear; And diftant warblings leffen on my ear, That loft in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, thinkft thou yon fan 'guine cloud, Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb ' of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. • Enough |