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WHEN the Author first published this

and the following Ode, he was advised even by his friends, to subjoin some few explanatory Notes ; but had too much respect for the understanding of his Readers to take that liberty.

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A WAKE* Æolian lyre, awake,

And give to rapture all thy trem

bling strings. From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thousand rills their mazy progress take; The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they fiow.

*Awake, my glory; awake, lute and harp.

David's Psalms. Pindar

ftiles his own poetry, with its musical accompanyments. Eolian song, Eolian frings, the breath of the Eolian flute.

Now the rich stream of music winds along, -
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
Now rowling down the steep amain,
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour;
The rocks, and nodding groves rebellow to

the roari

I. 2.

Oh! Sovereign * of the willing foul, Parent of sweet and folemn breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the fullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft controul..

The subje&t and fimile, as usual with Pindar, are united. The various sources of poetry, . which gives life and luftre to all it touches, are bere described; its quiet, majestic progress enrichingevery subje&otherwise dry and barren) with a pomp of dićtion and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irresistible caurse, when fwoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous passions.

* Power of harmony to calm the turbulent fallies of the soul. The thoughts are " borrowed from the forf-Pythian of Pindar,

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On Thracia's hills the Lord of War
Has curb'd the fury of his car, [mand.
And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy com-
Perching + on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
\Vith ruffled plumes, and flagging wing ;
Cuench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of

his age.

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Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
Temper'd to the warbled lay,
O'er Idalia's velvet green,
The rosy-crowned Loves -are seen,
On Cytherea's day
With antic sports, and blue-ey'd pleasures,
Frisking light in frolic measures ;


+ This is a weak imitation of some incompa rable lines in the same ode.

I The Power of Harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body.


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