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A PINDARIC ODE.
+ Milton. # "---flammantia moenia mundi.” Lucret.
| For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. And above the firmament, that was over their heads, was the likness of a throne, as the appearance of a fapphire ftone. This was the appearance of the glo. ху of the Lord, Ezekiel 1. 20, 26, 28.
Two Coursers of æthereal race +
Hark, his hands the lyre explore !
+ Meant to express the stately march and founding energy of Dryden's rhymes. | Haft thou cloathed his neck with thunder?
Job. | Words that weep, and tears that speak,
Cowley Ś We have had in our language no other odes of the fublime kind, than that of Dryden on St Cecilia's day; for Cowley ( who had his merit) yet wanted judgment, stile, and barmony, for
such a task. That of Pope is not unworthy of so great a man; Mr Mafon indeed, of late days, bas touched the true chords, and with a masterly hand, in some of his choruses, ---above all in the last of Carattacks ;
Oh! Lyre divine, what daring spirit
“ Hark! heard you not yon footstep dread,
with feeble moan ;
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
These domestic terrors wait
wave, These on the tyrant king and coward dave Rush with vindictive rage, and drag them to their
pale spectres ly.
+ Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues its flight, regardless of their noise.
A PINDARIC ODE.
Sailing with fupreme dominion
II. Where creeps the Ninefold stream profound Her black inexorable round; And on the bank To willows dank The shiv'ring ghous are bound. Twelve thoufand crescents all shall swell To full-orb'd pride, and all decline, Ere they again in life's gay mansions dwell. Not such the meed that crowns the sons of