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And give them all that liquid fire
That Venus' languid eyes respire.
O'er her nose and cheek be shed
Flushing white and mellow red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
Then her lip, so rich in blisses!
Sweet petitioner for kisses!
Pouting nest of bland persuasion,
Ripely suing Love's invasion.
Then beneath the velvet chin,
Whose dimple shades a Love within,
Mould her neck with grace descending,
In a heaven of beauty ending;
While airy charms, above, below,
Sport and flutter on its snow.

Now let a floating, lucid veil

Shadow her limbs, but not conceal;

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Quai gli ha Ciprigna l' alma Dea d' Amore.

Tasso has painted in the same manner the eyes of Armida, as La Fosse remarks:

Qual raggio in onda le scintilla un riso
Negli umidi occhi tremulo e lascivo.

Within her humid, melting eyes
A brilliant ray of laughter lies,
Soft as the broken solar beam
That trembles in the azure stream

The mingled expression of dignity and tenderness, which Anacreon requires the painter to infuse into the eyes of his mistress, is more amply described in the subsequent ode. Both descriptions are so exquisitely touched, that the artist must have been great indeed, if he did not yield in painting to the poet:

Gradual tints, as when there glows

A charm may peep, a hue may beam,
And leave the rest to Fancy's dream.
Enough 't is she! 't is all I seek;
It glows, it lives, it soon will speak!

ODE XVII.1

AND now, with all thy pencil's truth,
Portray Bathyllus, lovely youth!
Let his hair, in lapses bright,
Fall like streaming rays of light;
And there the raven's dye confuse
With the yellow sunbeam's hues.
Let not the braid, with artful twine,
The flowing of his locks confine;
But loosen every golden ring,
To float upon the breeze's wing.
Beneath the front of polish'd glow,
Front as fair as mountain snow,
And guileless as the dews of dawn,
Let the majestic brows be drawn,
Of ebon dyes, enrich'd by gold,
Such as the scaly snakes unfold.
Mingle in his jetty glances

Power that awes, and love that trances;

art of description, which leaves imagination to complete the
picture, has been seldom adopted in the imitations of this
beautiful poem. Ronsard is exceptionably minute; and
Politianus, in his charming portrait of a girl, full of rich and
exquisite diction, has lifted the veil rather too much. The
questo che tu m'intendi" should be always left to fancy.
1 The reader who wishes to acquire an accurate idea of
the judgment of the ancients in beauty, will be indulged by
consulting Junius de Pictura Veterum, ninth chapter, third
book, where he will find a very curious selection of descrip-
tions and epithets of personal perfections; he compares this
ode with a description of Theodoric, king of the Goths, in

In snowy milk the bashful rose.] Thus Propertius, eleg. the second epistle, first book of Sidonius Apollinaris.

3. lib. ii.

Utque rose puro lacte natant folia.

And Davenant, in a little poem called "The Mistress,"

Catch, as it falls, the Scythian snow,
Bring blushing roses steep'd in milk.

Thus, too, Taygetus:

Quæ lac atque rosas vincis candore rubenti. These last words may perhaps defend the "flushing white" of the translation.

Then her lip, so rich in blisses!

Sweet petitioner for kisses!] The "lip, provoking kisses," in the original, is a strong and beautiful expression. Achilles Tatius speaks of χειλη μαλθακα προς τα φιλήματα, "Lips soft and delicate for kissing." A grave old commentator, Dionysius Lambinus, in his notes upon Lucretius, tells us, with all the authority of experience, that girls who have large lips kiss infinitely sweeter than others! "Suavius viros osculantur puellæ labiosa, quam quæ sunt brevibus labris." And Eneas Sylvius, in his tedious uninteresting story of the adulterous loves of Euryalus and Lucretia, where he particularizes the beauties of the heroine (in a very false and laboured style of latinity,) describes her lips as exquisitely adapted for biting: "Os parvum decensque, labia corallini coloris ad morsum aptissima." Epist. 114.

lib. i.

Then beneath the velvet chin,

Whose dimple shades a Love within, etc.] Madame
Dacier has quoted here two pretty lines of Varro:
Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris digitulo
Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem.

In her chin is a delicate dimple,

By the finger of Cupid imprest;

There Softness, bewitchingly simple,

Has chosen her innocent nest.

Now let a floating, lucid veil

Shadow her limbs, but not conceal, etc.] This deucate i

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Let not the braid, with artful twine, etc.] If the original here, which is particularly beautiful, can admit of any additional value, that value is conferred by Gray's admiration of it. See his Letters to West.

Some annotators have quoted on this passage the description of Photis's hair in Apuleius; but nothing can be more distant from the simplicity of our poet's manner than that affectation of richness which distinguishes the style of Apuleius.

Front as fair as mountain-snow,

And guileless as the dews of dawn, etc.] Torrentius, upon the words "insignem tenui fronte," in the thirty-third ode of the first book of Horace, is of opinion that "tenui" bears the meaning of av here; but he is certainly incorrect.

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Steal from Venus bland desire,
Steal from Mars the look of fire,
Blend them in such expression here,
That we, by turns, may hope and fear!
Now from the sunny apple seek

The velvet down that spreads his cheek!
And there let Beauty's rosy ray
In flying blushes richly play ;-
Blushes of that celestial flame

Which lights the cheek of virgin shame.
Then for his lips, that ripely gem—
But let thy mind imagine them!
Paint, where the ruby cell uncloses,
Persuasion sleeping upon roses;
And give his lip that speaking air,
As if a word was hovering there!
His neck of ivory splendour trace,
Moulded with soft but manly grace;
Fair as the neck of Paphia's boy,
Where Paphia's arms have hung in joy.
Give him the winged Hermes' hand,
With which he waves his snaky wand;
Let Bacchus then the breast supply,
And Leda's son the sinewy thigh.
But oh! suffuse his limbs of fire
With all that glow of young desire

Oh tell me, brightly-beaming eye,
Whence in your little orbit lie
So many different traits of fire,
Expressing each a new desire?
Now with angry scorn you darkle,
Now with tender anguish sparkle,
And we, who view the various mirror,
Feel at once both hope and terror.

Monsieur Chevreau, citing the lines of our poet, in his critique on the poems of Malherbe, produces a Latin version of them from a manuscript which he had seen, entitled "Joan Falconis Anacreontici Lusus."

Persuasion sleeping upon roses.] It was worthy of the delicate imagination of the Greeks to deify Persuasion, and give her the lips for her throne. We are here reminded of a very interesting fragment of Anacreon, preserved by the scholiast upon Pindar, and supposed to belong to a poem reflecting with some severity on Simonides, who was the first, we are told, that ever made a hireling of his muse.

Ουδ' αργυρέη κατ' έλαμψε Πειθω.

Nor yet had fair Persuasion shone
In silver splendours, not her own.

And give his lip that speaking air,

As if a word was hovering there!] In the original λαλων σιωπή. The mistress of Petrarch "parla con silentio," which is perhaps the best method of female eloquence. Give him the winged Hermes' hand, etc.] In Shakspeare's Cymbeline there is a similar method of description; this is his hand,

His foot Mercurial, his martial thigh

The brawns of Hercules.

Which kindles when the wishful sigh
Steals from the heart, unconscious why.
Thy pencil, though divinely bright,
Is envious of the eye's delight,
Or its enamour'd touch would show
His shoulder, fair as sunless snow,
Which now in veiling shadow lies,
Removed from all but Fancy's eyes.
Now, for his feet-but, hold-forbear-
I see a godlike portrait there;
So like Bathyllus !-sure there's none
So like Bathyllus but the Sun!
Oh, let this pictured god be mine,
And keep the boy for Samos' shrine;
Phœbus shall then Bathyllus be,
Bathyllus then the deity!

ODE XVIII.'

Now the star of day is high,
Fly, my girls, in pity fly,
Bring me wine in brimming urns,
Cool my lip, it burns, it burns!
Sunn'd by the meridian fire,
Panting, languid, I expire!

Give me all those humid flowers,

Drop them o'er my brow in showers.
Scarce a breathing chaplet now
Lives upon my feverish brow;

But, hold-forbear

I see a godlike portrait there.] This is very spirited, but it requires explanation. While the artist is pursuing the portrait of Bathyllus, Anacreon, we must suppose, turns round and sees a picture of Apollo, which was intended for an altar at Samos; he instantly tells the painter to cease his work; that this picture will serve for Bathyllus; and that, when he goes to Samos, he may make an Apollo of the por trait of the boy which he had begun.

"Bathyllus (says Madame Dacier) could not be more elegantly praised, and this one passage does him more honour than the statue, however beautiful it might be, which Polycrates raised to him."

1 "An elegant translation of this ode may be found in Ramler's Lyr. Blumenslese, lib. v. p. 403."-Degen.

Bring me wine in brimming urns, etc.] Orig. μUTI. "The amystis was a method of drinking used among the Thracians. Thus Horace, "Threicia vincat amystide." Mad. Dacier, Longepierre, etc. etc.

Parrhasius, in his twenty-sixth epistle (Thesaur. Critic. vol. i.) explains the amystis as a draught to be exhausted without drawing breath, "uno haustu." A note in the margin of this epistle of Parrhasius says, "Politianus vestem esse putabat," but I cannot find where.

Give me all those humid flowers, etc.] By the original reading of this line, the poet says, "Give me the flower of wine"-Date flosculos Lyai, as it is in the version of Elias Andreas; and

Deh porgetimi del fiore
Di quel almo e buon liquore,

We find it likewise in Hamlet. Longepierre thinks that the hands of Mercury are selected by Anacreon, on account as Regnier has it, who supports the reading. Avtos would of the graceful gestures which were supposed to character- undoubtedly bear this application, which is somewhat simiize the god of eloquence; but Mercury was also the patron lar to its import in the epigram of Simonides upon Sophoof thieves, and may perhaps be praised as a light-fingered cles: deity.

But oh! suffuse his limbs of fire

With all that glow of young desire, etc.] I have taken the liberty here of somewhat veiling the original. Madame Dacier, in her translation, has bung out lights (as Sterne would call it) at this passage. It is very much to be regretted, that this substitution of asterisks has been so much adopted in the popular interpretations of the Classics; it serves but to bring whatever is exceptionable into notice, claramque facem præferre pudendis."

Εσβεσθης, γεραιο Σοφοκλέες, ανθος αρίδων.

And flos, in the Latin, is frequently applied in this mannerthus Cethegus is called by Ennius, Flos illibatus populi, suadæque medulla, "The immaculate flower of the people, and the very marrow of persuasion," in those verses cited by Aulus Gellius, lib. xii. which Cicero praised, and Seneca thought ridiculous.

But in the passage before us, if we admit sxvev, according to Faber's conjecture, the sense is sufficiently clear, and we need not have recourse to refinements.

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'Here recline you, gentle maid,
Sweet is this imbowering shade;
Sweet the young, the modest trees,
Ruffled by the kissing breeze;
Sweet the little founts that weep,
Lulling bland the mind to sleep;

Every dewy rose I wear

Sheds its tears, and withers there.] There are some beautiful lines, by Angeriamus, upon a garland, which I cannot resist quoting here:

Ante fores madida sic sic pendete corollæ,
Mane orto imponet Cælia vos capiti;

At cum per niveam cervicem influxerit humor,
Dicite, non roris sed pluvia hæc lacrima.

By Celia's arbour all the night

Hang, humid wreath, the lover's vow;
And haply, at the morning light,

My love shall twine thee round her brow.

Then if, upon her bosom bright

Some drops of dew shall fall from thee,
Tell her, they are not drops of night,

But tears of sorrow shed by me!

In the poem of Mr. Sheridan, "Uncouth is this mosscover'd grotto of stone," there is an idea very singularly coincident with this of Angerianus, in the stanza which begins,

And thou, stony grot, in thy arch may'st preserve. But for you my burning mind! etc.] The transition here is peculiarly delicate and impassioned; but the commentators have perplexed the sentiment by a variety of readings and conjectures.

1 The description of this bower is so natural and animated, that we cannot help feeling a degree of coolness and freshness while we read it. Longepierre has quoted from the first book of the Anthologia, the following epigram, as somewhat resembling this ode:

Ερχεο, και κατ' εμαν ιζου πιτυν, σ το μελιχρον
Προς μαλακούς ήχει κεκλιμένα ζεφύρους.
Ηνίδι και κρούνισμα μελισταγές, ενθα μελίσδων
Ηδυν ερημαίαις ύπνον άγω καλάμοις.

Come, sit by the shadowy pine
That covers my sylvan retreat,
And see how the branches incline
The breathing of Zephyr to meet.

See the fountain, that, flowing, diffuses
Around me a glittering spray;
By its brink, as the traveller muses,
I soothe him to sleep with my lay!

Here recline you, gentle maid, etc.] The Vatican MS. reads Babuλov, which renders the whole poem metaphorical. Some commentator suggests the reading of Babuλov, which makes a pun upon the name; a grace that Plato himself has condescended to in writing of his boy Arrup. See the epigram of this philosopher, which I quote on the twenty-second ode.

There is another epigram by this philosopher, preserved in Laertius, which turns upon the same word:

Αστηρ πριν μεν έλαμπες ενι ζώοισιν έπος

Νυν δε θανών, λάμπεις εσπερος εν φθιμενοις.

In life thou wert my morning-star,

But now that death has stolen thy light,
Alas! thou shinest dim and far,

Like the pale beam that weeps at night.

In the Veneres Blyenburgica, under the head of "allu

ODE XX.

'One day the Muses, twined the nands
Of baby Love, with flowery bands;
And to celestial Beauty gave

The captive infant as her slave.

siones," we find a number of such frigid conceits upon names, selected from the poets of the middle ages.

Who, my girl, would pass it by?

picture by the simple exclamation of the original! In these Surely neither you nor I!] What a finish he gives to the delicate turns he is inimitable; and yet, hear what a French translator says on the passage: "This conclusion appeared to me too trifling after such a description, and I thought proper to add somewhat to the strength of the original."

1 By this allegory of the Muses making Cupid the pri soner of Beauty, Anacreon seems to insinuate the softening influence which a cultivation of poetry has over the mind, in making it peculiarly susceptible to the impressions of beauty.

Though in the following epigram, by the philosopher
Plato, which is found in the third book of Diogenes Laer-
tius, the muses are made to disavow all the influence of
Love:

Α Κυπρις Μουσαισι, κορασία των Αφροδίταν
Τιματ' η τον Ερωτα ύμμιν εφοπλισομαι.
Α. Μοίσαι ποτι Κύπριν. Αρει τα στωμυλα ταυτα
Ημιν ου πέταται τούτο το παιδάριον.

"Yield to my gentle power, Parnassian maids;"
Thus to the Muses spoke the Queen of Charms-
"Or Love shall flutter in your classic shades,
And make your grove the camp of Paphian arms!"
"No," said the virgins of the tuneful bower,
"We scorn thine own and all thy urchin's art;
Though Mars has trembled at the infant's power,
His shaft is pointless o'er a Muse's heart!"

There is a sonnet by Benedetto Guidi, the thought of which was suggested by this ode.

Scherzava dentro all' auree chiome Amore
Dell' alma donna della vita mia:
E tanta era il piacer ch' ei ne sentia,
Che non sapea, né volea uscirne fore.
Quando ecco ivi annodar si sente il core,
Si, che per forza ancor convein che stia;
Tai lacci alta beltate orditi avia
Del crespo crin; per farsi eterno onore
Onde offre infin dal ciel dagna mercede,
A chi scioglie il figliuol la bella dea
Da tanti nodi, in ch' ella stretto il vede.
Ma ci vinto a due occhi l'arme cede:
Et t' affatichi indarno, Citerea;
Che s' altri 'l scioglie, egli a legar si riede.
Love, wandering through the golden maze
Of my beloved's hair,

Traced every lock with fond delays,
And, doting, linger'd there.
And soon he found 't were vain to fly,
His heart was close confined;
And every curlet was a tie,
A chain by Beauty twined.

Now Venus seeks her boy's release,
With ransom from above:
But, Venus! let thy efforts censo,

For Love's the slave of love.

And, should we loose his golden chain
The prisoner would return again!

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And then the dewy cordial gives
To every thirsty plant that lives.
The vapours, which at evening weep,
Are beverage to the swelling deep;
And when the rosy sun appears,
He drinks the ocean's misty tears.
The moon, too, quaffs her paly stream
Of lustre from the solar beam.

Then, hence, with all your sober thinking!
Since Nature's holy law is drinking;
I'll make the laws of Nature mine,
And pledge the universe in wine!

ODE XXII.'

THE Phrygian rock, that braves the storm,
Was once a weeping matron's form;
And Progne, hapless, frantic maid,
Is now a swallow in the shade.

1 Ogilvie, in his Essay on the Lyric Poetry of the Ancients, in remarking upon the Odes of Anacreon, says, “In some of his pieces there is exuberance and even wildness of imagination; in that particularly which is addressed to a young girl, where he wishes alternately to be transformed to a mirror, a coat, a stream, a bracelet, and a pair of shoes, for the different purposes which he recites; this is mere sport and wantonness."

It is the wantonness, however, of a very graceful muse; Judit amabiliter. The compliment of this ode is exquisitely delicate, and so singular for the period in which Anacreon lived, when the scale of love had not yet been graduated into all its little progressive refinements, that if we were inclined to question the authenticity of the poem, we should find a much more plausible argument in the features of modern gallantry which it bears, than in any of those fastidious con jectures upon which some commentators have presumed so far. Degen thinks it spurious, and De Pauw pronounces it to be miserable. Longepierre and Barnes refer us to several imitations of this ode, from which I shall only select an epi

1 The commentators who have endeavoured to throw the chains of precision over the spirit of this beautiful trifle, re-gram of Dionysius: quire too much from Anacreontic philosophy. Monsieur Gail very wisely thinks that the poet uses the epithet Aave, because black earth absorbs moisture more quickly than any other; and accordingly he indulges us with an experimental disquisition on the subject. See Gail's notes.

One of the Capilupi has imitated this ode, in an epitaph on a drunkard.

Dum vixi sine fine bibi, sic imbrifer arcus,
Sie tellus pluvias sole perusta bibit.
Sic bibit assidue fontes et flumina Pontus,
Sic semper sitiens Sol maris haurit aquas.
Ne te igitur jactes plus me, Silene, bibisse;
Et mihi da victas tu quoque, Bacche, manus.
Hippolytus Capilupus.

While life was mine, the little hour
In drinking still unvaried flew;
I drank as earth imbibes the shower,
Or as the rainbow drinks the dew;

As ocean quaffs the rivers up,

Or flushing sun inhales the sea;

Silenus trembled at my cup,

And Bacchus was outdone by me!

I cannot omit citing these remarkable lines of Shakspeare, where the thoughts of the ode before us are preserved with such striking similitude:

TIMON, ACT IV.

I'll example you with thievery.
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea. The moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The mounds into salt tears. The earth's a thief,
That feeds, and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrements.

Ειδ' ανομος γενόμην, συ δε γε στει χουσα παρ' αυγαδί
Στεθεί γυμνώσαις, και με πνίοντα λαβοις.
Είθε ρόδον γενόμην υποπορφυρον, όφρα με χερσιν
Αραμένη, κομισεις στεύεσι χιόνεοις.

Ειθε κρινον γενόμην λευκοχροον, ο δρα με χερσιν
Αραμένη, μαλλον της χρονιης κορέσης.

I wish I could like zephyr steal

To wanton o'er thy mazy vest;

And thou wouldst ope thy bosom veil,
And take me panting to thy breast!

I wish I might a rose-bud grow,

And thou wouldst cull me from the bower,
And place me on that breast of snow,
Where I should bloom, a wintry flower!

I wish I were the lily's leaf,

To fade upon that bosom warm;

There I should wither, pale and brief,

The trophy of thy fairer form!

Allow me to add, that Plato has expressed as fanciful a

wish in a distich preserved by Laertius:

Αστέρας εισαθρεις, αστηρ εμός, είθε γενοίμην
Ουρανός, ως πολλοις όμμασιν εις σε βλεπω

TO STELLA.

Why dost thou gaze upon the sky?

Oh that I were that spangled sphere,
And every star should be an eye

To wonder on thy beauties here!

Apuleius quotes this epigram of the divine philosopher, to justify himself for his verses on Critias and Charinus. See his Apology, where he also adduces the example of Anacreon; "Fecere tamen et alii talia, et si vos ignoratis, apud Græcos Teius quidam," etc. etc.

Oh! that a mirror's form were mine,
To sparkle with that smile divine;
And, like my heart, I then should be
Reflecting thee, and only thee!

Or were I, love, the robe which flows
O'er every charm that secret glows,
In many a lucid fold to swim,
And cling and grow to every limb!
Oh! could I, as the streamlet's wave,
Thy warmly-mellowing beauties lave,
Or float as perfume on thine hair,
And breathe my soul in fragrance there'
I wish I were the zone that lies
Warm to thy breast, and feels its sighs!
Or like those envious pearls that show
So faintly round that neck of snow;
Yes, I would be a happy gem,
Like them to hang, to fade like them.
What more would thy Anacreon be?
Oh! any thing that touches thee.
Nay, sandals for those airy feet-
Thus to be press'd by thee, were sweet!

ODE XXIII.'

I OFTEN Wish this languid lyre,
This warbler of my soul's desire,

I wish I were the zone that lies

Warm to thy breast, and feels its sighs!] This Tex was a riband, or band, called by the Romans fascia and strophium, which the women wore for the purpose of re straining the exuberance of the bosom. Vide Polluc. Onomast. Thus Martial:

Fascia crescentes dominæ compesce papillas.

The women of Greece not only wore this zone, but condemned themselves to fasting, and made use of certain drugs and powders for the same purpose. To these expedients they were compelled, in consequence of their inelegant fashion of compressing the waist into a very narrow compass, which necessarily caused an excessive tumidity in the bosom. See Dioscorides, lib. v.

Nay, sandals for those airy feet

Thus to be press'd by thee were sweet!] The sophist
Philostratus, in one of his love-letters, has borrowed this
thought: ω αδετοι πόδες. ω κάλλος ελευθερος, ο τρισευ
δαιμων εγω και μαχαίριος εαν πατήσετε με.
feet! oh excellent beauty! oh! thrice happy and blessed
"Oh lovely
should I be, if you would but tread on me!" In Shakspeare,
Romeo desires to be a glove:

Oh! that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might kiss that cheek!

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Could raise the breath of song sublime,
To men of fame, in former time.
But when the soaring theme I try,
Along the chords my numbers die,
And whisper, with dissolving tone,
"Our sighs are given to Love alone!"
Indignant at the feeble lay,

I tore the panting chords away,
Attuned them to a nobler swell,
And struck again the breathing shell;
In all the glow of epic fire,
To Hercules I wake the lyre!
But still its fainting sighs repeat,
"The tale of Love alone is sweet!"
Then fare thee well, seductive dream,
That mad'st me follow Glory's theme;
For thou, my lyre, and thou, my heart,
Shall never more in spirit part;
And thou the flame shalt feel as well
As thou the flame shalt sweetly tell!

ODE XXIV.'

To all that breathe the airs of heaven,
Some boon of strength has nature given.
When the majestic bull was born,
She fenced his brow with wreathed horn.
She arm'd the courser's foot of air,
And wing'd with speed the panting hare.
She
gave the lion fangs of terror,
And, on the ocean's crystal mirror,
Taught the unnumber'd scaly throng
To trace their liquid path along;
While for the umbrage of the grove,
She plumed the warbling world of love.

In all the glow of epic fire,

To Hercules I wake the lyre!] Madame Dacier generally translates Xup into a lute, which I believe is rather inSorel) par un luth, c'est ignorer la différence qu'il y a entre accurate. "D'expliquer la lyre des anciens (says Monsieur ces deux instrumens de musique." Bibliothèque Française. But still its fainting sighs repeat,

wv, in the original, may imply that kind of musical dia"The tale of Love alone is sweet!"] The word avto. logue practised by the ancients, in which the lyre was made to respond to the questions proposed by the singer. This was a method which Sappho used, as we are told by Hermogenes : “ όταν την λύραν ερωτα Σαπφώ, και όταν αυτή απο

And, in his Passionate Pilgrim, we meet with an idea somne- χρινηται.” Περί Ιδεων. Τόμ. δευτ.
what like that of the thirteenth line:

He, spying her, bounced in, where as he stood,
"O Jove!" quoth she, "why was not I a flood!"

In Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, that whimsical farrago of "all such reading as was never read," there is a very old translation of this ode, before 1632. "Englished by Mr. B. Holiday, in his Technog. act 1, scene 7."

1 This ode is first in the series of all the editions, and is thought to be peculiarly designed as an introduction to the rest; it however characterizes the genius of the Teian but very inadequately, as wine, the burden of his lays, is not even mentioned in it.

-cum multo Venerem confundere mero Precepit Lyrici Teia Musa senis. Ovid. The twenty-sixth Ode, v usy rys тa Ones, might, with as much propriety, be the harbinger of his songs.

Bion has expressed the sentiments of the ode before us with much simplicity in his fourth idyl. I have given it rather paraphrastically; it has been so frequently translated, that I could not otherwise avoid triteness and repetition.

1 Henri Stephens has imitated the idea of this ode in the following lines of one of his poems:

Provida dat cunctis Natura animantibus arma,
Et sua fœmineum possidet arma genus,
Ungulaque ut defendit equum, atque ut cornua taurumi,
Armata est forma fœmina pulchra sua.

And the same thought occurs in those lines, spoken by
Corisca in Pastor Fido:

Così noi la bellezza

Che 'è vertu nostra cosi propria, come
La forza del leone

El'ingegno de l'huomo.

The lion boasts his savage powers,

And lordly man his strength of mind;
But beauty's charm is solely ours,

Peculiar boon, by Heaven assign'd!

Degen) may be found in Grimm eg den Anmerkk. Veber "An elegant explication of the beauties of this ode (saya einige Oden des Anakr"

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