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With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Defpair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty.
Thy form benign, oh Goddefs, wear,
Thy milder influence impart, Thy philofophic Train be there,
To foften, not to wound the heart, The gen'rous fpark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man.
PROGRESS of POESY.
A PINDARIC ODE.
Φωνᾶντα συνετοῖσιν ἐς
When the Author firft publifhed this and the following Ode, he was advised, even by his Friends, to fubjoin some few explanatory Notes; but he had too much respect for the understanding of his Readers to take that liberty.
*AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling
From Helicon's harmonious fprings
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
* Awake, up my glory awake, lute and harp. David's Pfalms. Pindar ftyles his own poetry with its mufical accom panyments,
Αἰοληίς μολπὴ, ̓Αιόλιδες χορδαὶ, Αἰολίδων πνοαὶ ἀυλῶν.
The laughing flow'rs, that round them blow,
Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign;
Headlong, impetuous, fee it pour :
The rocks, and nodding groves rebellow to the
The fubject and fimile, as ufual with Pindar, are united. The various fources of poetry, which gives life and luftre to all it touches, are here defcribed; its quiet majestic progress enriching every fubject (otherwife dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant Harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irrefiftible courfe, when fwoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous paffions.