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When sure the lay, with sweeter tone,

Can tell the darts that wound my own ?
AWAKE to life, my dulcet shell,

Still be Anacreon, still inspire
To Phæbus all thy sighs shall swell;

The descant of the Teian lyre:
And though no glorious prize be thine,

Still let the nectar'd numbers float,
No Pythian wreath around thee twine,

Distilling love in every note ! Yet every hour is glory's hour,

And when the youth, whose burning soul To him who gathers wisdom's flower !

Has felt the Paphian star's control, Then wake thee from thy magic slumbers,

Whe he the liquid lays shall hear, Breathe to the soft and Phrygian numbers,

His heart will flutter to his ear, Which, as my trembling lips repeat,

And drinking there of song divine,
Thy chords shall echo back as sweet.

Banquet on intellectual wine!
The cygnet thus, with fading notes,
As down Cayster's tide he floats,
Plays with his snowy plumage fair

Upon the wanton murmuring air,
Which amorously lingers round,

GOLDEN hues of youth are fled;
And sighs responsive sound for sound!

Hoary locks deform my head. Muse of the Lyre! illume my dream,

Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,

All the flowers of life decay
Thy Phæbus is my fancy's theme;
And hallow'd is the harp I bear,

Still be Anacreon, still inspire
And hallow'd is the wreath I wear,

The descant of the Teian lyre.] The original is Tov Aroma Hallow'd by him, the god of lays,

*p!Ou Te per fe Qu. I have translated it under the suppositiov

that the hymu is by Anacreon; though I fear, from this very Who modulates the choral maze!

line, that bis claim to it can scarce be supported. I sing the love which Daphne twined

Τον Ανακρέοντα με μου,

"Imitate Anacreon." Such is Around the godhead's yielding mind;

the lesson given us by the lyrist; and if, in poetry, a simple

elegance of sentiment, enriched by the most playful felicities I sing the blushing Daphne's flight

of fancy, be a charm which invites or deserves imitation, From this aethereal youth of light;

where shall we find such a guide as Anacreon? In morality, And how the tender, timid maid

too, with some little reserve, I think we might not blush to

follow in his footsteps. For if his song be the language of Flew panting to the kindly slade,

his heart, though luxurious and relaxed, he was artless and Resign'd a form, too tempting fair,

benevolent; and who would not forgive a few irregularities, And grew a verdant laurel there;

when atoned for by virtues so rare and so endearing? When

we think of the sentiment in those lines: Whose leaves, in sympathetic thrill,

Away! I hate the slanderous dart, In terror seem'd to tremble still !

Which steals to wound the unwary heart, The god pursued, with wing'd desire ;

how many are there in the world to whom we would wish And when his hopes were all on fire,

to say, Τον Ανακρέοντα μιμου ! And when he thought to hear the sigh

Here ends the last of the odes in the Vatican MS. whose With which enamour'd virgins die,

authority confirms the genuine antiquity of them all, though

a few have stolen among the number which we may hesiHe only heard the pensive air

tate in attributing 10 Anacreon. In the little essay prefixed Whispering amid her leafy hair!

to this translation, I observed that Barnes bad quoted this

manuscript incorrectly, relying upon an imperfect copy of it, But oh, my soul! no more--no more!

which Isaac Vossius had taken; I shall just mention two or Enthusiast, whither do I soar ?

three instances of this inaccuracy, the first which occur to mo. This sweetly maddening dream of soul

In the ode of the Dove, on the words Πτεροισι συγκαλυψα,

he says, “ Vatican MS.cursor(wv, etiam Presciano invito," Has hurried me beyond the goal.

though the MS. reads ouvxaluyw, with ourxosow interlined. Why should I sing the mighty darts

Degea, too, on the same line, is somewhat in error. In the Which fly to wound celestial hearts,

twenty-second ode of this series, line thirteenth, the MS has Tivox with s. interlined, and Barnes imputes to it the read

ing of Torons. In the fifty-seventh, line iwelfth, he professes 1 This hymn to Apollo is supposed not to have been to have preserved the reading of the MS. Adamson IoT written by Anacreon, and it certainly is rather a sublimer xUT, while the latter has **** nuovos 57' AUT*. Almost flight than the Teian wing is accustomed to soar. But we all the other annotators have transplanted these errors from ought not to judge from this diversity of style, in a poet of Barnes. whom time has preserved such partial relics. If we knew

1 The intrusion of this melancholy ode among the careHorace but as a satirist, should we easily believe there could dwell such animation in his lyre? Suidas says that our less levities of our poet, has always reminded me of the

skeletons which the Egyptians used to hang up in their poet wrote hymns, and this perhaps is one of ihem. can perceive in what an altered and imperfect state his banquet-rooms, to inculcate a thought of mortality even works are at present, when we find a scholiast upon Horace of its numbers, the Teian Muse should disown this ode. citing an ode from the third book of Anacreon.

Quid habet illius, illius quæ spirabat amores ? And how the tender, timid maid

To Stobwus we are indebted for it.
Flew panting to the kindly shade, etc.) Original:

Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,
Το μεν 1κπεφευγε κ!ντρον,

All the flowers of life decay.) Horace often, with feeling
Φυσιως δ' αμειψε μορφην.

and elegance, deplores the fugacity of human enjoymenis I find the word xovrpow here has a double force, as it also Seo book ii. ode 11; and thus in the second epistle, book ii signifies that "omnium parentem, quam sanctus Numa," Singula de nobis anni prædantur euntes, etc. etc. (Seo Martial.) In order to confirm this import of

Eripuere jocos, venorem, convivia, ludum. the word here, those who are curious in new readings may place the stop after quring thus :

The wing of every passing day

Withers some blooming joy away;
Το μιν εκπεφευγε κεντρον

And wafts from our enamoor'd arms
Φυσιως, δ' αμειψι μορφην.

Tho banquet's mirth, the virgin's charms.


Withering age begins to trace

Sad memorials o'er my face;
Time has shed its sweetest bloom,

To Love, the soft and blooming child
All the future must be gloom!

I touch the harp in descant wild; This awakes my hourly sighing;

To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers, Dreary is the thought of dying !

The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers ! Pluto's is a dark abode,

To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
Sad the journey, sad the road:

And gods and mortals bow before him!
And, the gloomy travel o'er,
Ah! we can return no more!


Haste thee, nymph, whose winged spear

Wounds the fleeting mountain-deer!

Dian, Jove's immortal child, Fili. me, boy, as deep a draught

Huntress of the savage wild! As e'er was filled, as e'er was quaff'd;

Goddess with the sun-bright hair! But let the water amply flow,

Listen to a people's prayer. To cool the grape's intemperate glow;

Turn, to Lethe's river turn, Let not the fiery god be single,

There thy vanquish'd people mourn !
But with the nymphs in union mingle ;

Come to Lethe's wavy shore,
For, though the bowl's the grave of sadness, There thy people's peace restore.
Oh! be it ne'er the birth of madness!

Thine their hearts, their altars thine ;
No, banish from our board to-night

Dian! must they-must they pine ?
The revelries of rude delight!
To Scythians leave these wild excesses,
Ours be the joy that soothes and blesses !
And while the temperate bowl we wreathe,

Our choral hymns shall sweetly breathe,

LIKE some wanton filly sporting, Beguiling every hour along

Maid of Thrace ! thou fly'st my courting.
With harmony of soul and song!

Wanton filly ! tell me why
Thou trip'st away, with scornful eye,

And seem'st to think my doting heart
Dreary is the thought of dying, etc.] Regnier, a liber-

Is novice in the bridling art? tine French poet, has written soine sonnets on the approach of death, full of gloomy and trembling repentance. Chau

Believe me, girl, it is not so; lieu, however, supporis more consistently the spirit of the Thou'lt find this skilful hand can throw Epicurean philosopher. See his poem, addressed to the

The reins upon that tender form, Marquis La Farre.

However wild, however warm ! Plus j' approche du terme et moins je le redoute, etc.

I shall leave it to the moralist to make his reflections here: 1 “This fragment is preserved in Clemens Alexandrinus, it is impossible to be very anacreontic on such a subject.

Surom. lib. vi. and in Arsenius, Collect. Græc."- Barnes.

It appears to have been the opening of a bymn in praiso And, the gloomy travel o'er,

of Love. AR! we can return no more!) Scaliger, upon Catullus's 2 This hymn to Diana is extant in Hephæstion. There is well-known lines, “Qui nunc it per iter," ete. remarks, that an anecdote of our poet, which has led to some doubt wheAcheron, with the same idea, is called 'avogodog, by T'heo ther he ever wrote any odes of this kind. It is related by critus, and super poros by Nicander.

the Scholiast upon Pindar (Isthmionic. od. ij. v. 1. as cited 1 This ode consists of two fragments, which are to be by Barnes.) Anacreon being asked, why he addressed all found in Athenæus, book x. and which Barnes, from the “Because women are my deities.".

his hymns to women, and none to the deities? answered, similarity of their tendency, has combined into one. 1 think this a very justifiable liberty, and bave adopted it in which I have done in translating some of the odes; and it

I have assumed the same liberty in reporting this anecdote some other fragments of our poet.

were to be wished that these little infidelities were always Degen refers us here to verses of Uz, lib. iv. der Trinker.

considered pardonable in the interpretation of the ancienis ; But let the water amply flow,

thus, when nature is forgotten in ihe original, in the transTo cool the grape's intemperate glow, etc.] It was

lation, “tamen usque recurret." Amphictyon who first taught the Greeks to mix water with Turn, to Lethe's rirer lurn, their wine ; in commemoration of wbich circumstance they There thy vanquish'd people mourn!) Lethe, a river erected altars to Bacchus and the nymphs. On this mytho- of Ionia, according to Strabo, falling into the Meander; logical allegory the following epigram is founded :

near to it was situated the town Magnesia, in favour of

whose inhabitants our poet is supposed to have addressed Ardentem ex utero Semeles lavere Lyæum

this supplication to Diana. It was written (as Madame Naiades, extincto fulminis igne sacri;

Dacier conjectures) on the occasion of some battle, in which
Cum nymphis igitur tractabilis, at sine aymphis the Magnesians had been defeated.
Candenti rursus fulmine corripitur.

3 This ode, which is addressed to some Thracian girl, Pierius Valerianus.

exists in Heraclides, and has been imitated very frequently Which is, non verbum verbo,

by Horace, as all the annotators have remarked. Madame

Dacier rejects the allegory, which runs so obviously through-
While heavenly fire consumed his Theban dame, out it, and supposes it to have been addressed to a young
A Naiad caught young Bacchus from the fame, mare belonging to Polycrates: there is more modestý than

And dipp'd him burning in her purest lymph: ingenuity in the lady's conjecture.
Still, still he loves the sea-maid's crystal urn,

Pierius, in the fourth book of his Hieroglyphics, cites this
And when his native fires infuriate burn,

ode, and informs us, that the borse was the hieroglyphical He bathes him in the fountain of the nymph. emblem of pride,

Thou'lt own that I can tame thy force,

And turn and wind thee in the course.
Though wasting now thy careless hours,

GENTLE youth! whose looks assume

Such a soft and girlish bloom,
Thou sport'st amid the herbs and flowers,
Thou soon shalt feel the rein's control,

Why repulsive, why refuse
And tremble at the wish'd-for goal!

The friendship which my heart pursues ?
Thou little know'st the fond control
With which thy virtue reins my soul!

Then smile not on my locks of gray,

Believe me oft with converse gay ;

I've chain'd the years of tender age,
To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine,
Fairest of all that fairest shine ;

And boys have loved the pratiling sage!
To thee, thou blushing young Desire,

For mine is many a soothing pleasure,

And mine is many a soothing measure ;
Who rulest the world with darts of fire!

And much I hate the beamless mind,
And oh! thou nuptial Power, to thee
Who bear'st of life the guardian key;

Whose earthly vision, unrefined,

Nature has never formed to see
Breathing my soul in fragrant praise,

The beauties of simplicity!
And weaving wild my votive lays,
For thee, O Queen! I wake the lyre,

Simplicity, the flower of heaven,
For thee, thou blushing young Desire !

To souls elect, by Nature given !
And oh! for thee, thou nuptial Power,
Come, and illume this genial hour.
Look on thy bride, luxuriant boy!

And while thy lambent glance of joy

Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
Plays over all her blushing charms,

The stream of Amalthea's horn!
Delay not, snatch her to thine arms,

Nor should I ask to call the throne
Before the lovely, trembling prey,

Of the Tartessian prince my own;
Like a young birdling, wing away!

To totter through his train of years,
Oh! Stratocles, impassion'd youth!

The victim of declining fears.
Dear to the Queen of amorous truth,

One little hour of joy to me
And dear to her, whose yielding zone

Is worth a dull eternity!
Will soon resign her all thine own;
Turn to Myrilla, turn thine eye,
Breathe to Myrilla, breathe thy sigh !

To those bewitching beauties turn;
For thee they mantle, flush, and burn!

Now Neptune's sullen mouth appears,
Not more the rose, the queen of flowers,

The angry night-cloud swells with tears; Outblushes all the glow of bowers,

And savage storms, infuriate driven, Than she unrivall'd bloom discloses,

Fly howling in the face of heaven ! The sweetest rose, where all are roses !

Now, now, my friends, the gathering gloom
Oh! may the sun, benignant, shed

With roseate rays of wine illume.
His blandest influence o'er thy bed;
And foster there an infant tree,

and pullæ. Catullus himself, however, has been equally

injudicious in his version of the famous ode of Sappho; ho To blush like her, and bloom like thee!

has translated yodwozs a je spory, but takes no notice of wdu

PavourL5. Horace has caught the spirit of it more faith1 This ode is introduced in the Romance of 'Theodorus fully: Prodromus, and is that kind of epithalamium which was

Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, sung like a scholium at the nuptial banquet.

Dulce loquentem. Among the many works of the impassioned Sappho, of 1 I bave formed this poem of three or four different fragwhich time and ignorant superstition bave deprived us, the ments, which is a liberty that perhaps may be justified by loss of her epithalamiums is not one of the least that we de- the example of Barnes, who has thus compiled the finyplore. A subject so interesting to an amorous fancy was seventh of his edition, and the little ode beginning cup' ud oop, warmly felt, and must have been warmly described, by such poprvov, s*, which he has subjoined to the epigrams. a soul and such an imagination. The following lines are The fragments combined in this ode, are the sixty-seventh, cited as a relic of one of her epithalamiums:

ninety-sixtb, ninety-seventh, and hundredth of Barnes's Ολβια γαμβρε. σοι μεν δη γαμος ως αρκο,

edition, to which I refer the reader for the names of the Εκτετελιστ', εχεις δε παρθενον αν αραυ.

authors by whom they are preserved.

And boys have loved the prattling sage!). Monsieur See Scaliger, in his Poetics, on the Epithalamium. Chaulieu has given a very amiable idea of an old man's inAnd foster there an infant tree,

tercourse with youth: To blush like her, and bloom like thee!) Original Ku# %

Que cherché par les jeunes gens, ριττος δε τεφυχοι σεν ενι κηπο. Passeratius, upon the Pour leurs erreurs plein d'indulgence, words "cum castum amisit florem," in the nuptial song of

Je tolère leur imprudence Catullus, after explaining "flos," in somewhat a similar

En faveur de leurs agrémens. sense to that which Gaulminus attributes to podov, says, “Hortum quoque vocant in quo flos ille carpitur, et Græcis

2 This fragment is preserved in the third book of Strabo. κηπον εστι το εφηβαιον γυναικων. .

Of the Tarlessian prince my own.) He bere alludes ta May I remark, that the author of the Greek version of this Arganthonius, who lived, according to Lucian, a hundred charming ode of Catullus has neglected a most striking and and fifty years; and reigned, according to' Herodotus, anacreontic beauty in those verses, “Ut flos in septis," etc. eighty. See Barnes. which is the repetition of the line, "Multi illum pueri, 3 This is composed of two fragments; the seventieth and multæ optavere puellæ," with the slight alteration of nulli eighty-first in Barnes. They are both found in Fustathius

And while our wreaths of parsley spread
Their fadeless foliage round our head,
We'll hymn the almighty power of wine,
And shed libations on his shrine !

FARE thee well, perfidious maid!
My soul, too long on earth delay'd,
Delay'd, perfidious girl ! by thee,
Is now on wing for liberty.
I fly to seek a kindlier sphere,
Since thou hast ceased to love me here!

They wove the lotus band, to deck
And fan with pensile wreath their neck;
And every guest, to shade his head,
Three little breathing chaplets spread;
And one was of Egyptian leaf,
The rest were roses, fair and brief!
While from a golden vase profound,
To all on flowery beds around,
A goblet-nymph, of heavenly shape,
Pour'd the rich weepings of the grape!

I BLOOM'd, awhile, a happy flower,
Till Love approach'd, one fatal hour,
And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.
Then, then I feel like some poor willow
That tosses on the wintry billow !


A BROKEN cake, with honey sweet,
Is all my spare and simple treat;

MONARCH LOVE! resistless boy,
And while a generous bowl I crown,

With whom the rosy Queen of Joy, To float my little banquet down,

And nymphs, that glance ethereal blue, I take the soft, the amorous lyre,

Disporting tread the mountain-dew; And sing of love's delicious fire!

Propitious, oh! receive my sighs, In mirthful measures, warm and free,

Which, burning with entreaty, rise ;
I sing, dear maid, and sing for thee!

That thou wilt whisper, to the breast
Of her I love, thy soft behest ;
And counsel her to learn from thee

The lesson thou hast taught to me.

Ah! if my heart no flattery tell,
With twenty chords my lyre is hung,

Thou 'lt own I've learn'd that lesson well!
And while I wake them all for thee,
Thou, O virgin! wild and young,

Disport'st in airy levity.
The nursling fawn, that in some shade

Its antler'd mother leaves behind,

Spirit of Love! whose tresses shine
Is not more wantonly afraid,

Along the breeze, in golden twine,
More timid of the rustling wind !

1 This fragment is preserved by the scholiasi upon Aristo1 Three fragments form this little ode, all of which are phanes, and is the eighty-seventh in Barnes. preserved in Athenæus. They are the eighty-second, seven- 2 This is to be found in Hephæston, and in the eighty-nintha Ly-fifth, and eighty-third, in Barnes.

of Barnes's edition. And enery guest, to shade his head,

I must here apologise for omitting a very considerable Three little breathing chaplets spread.) Longepierre, to fragment imputed to our poet, 3 x v5 m dEupuzuan pesast, etc. give an idea of the luxurious estimation in which garlands which is preserved in the twelfth book of Athenæus, and is were held by the ancients, relates an anecdote of a courte- the ninety-first in Barnes. If it was really Anacreon who zan, who, in order to gratify three lovers, without leaving wrote it, nil fuit unquam sic impar sibi. It is in a style of cause for jealousy with any of them, gave a kiss to one, let gross satire, aod is full of expressions wbich never could bu the other drink after her, and put a garland on the brow of gracefully translated. the third ; so that each was satisfied with his favour, and 3 This fragment is preserved by Dion.-Chrysostom, Orat. Mattered himself with the preserence.

ii. de Regno. Sce Barnes, 93. This circumstance is extremely like the subject of one of 4 This fragment, which is extant in Athenæus (Barnes, the tensong of Savari de Mauleon, a troubadour. See l'His- 101,) is supposed, on the authority of Chamæleon, to have toire Littéraire des Troubadours. The recital is a curious been addressed to Sappho. We have also a stanza attripicture of the puerile gallantries of chivalry.

buted to her, which mome romancers have supposed to be 2 This poem is compiled by Barnes, from Athenæus, her answer to Anacreon. " Mais par malheur (as Bayle says) Hephaestion, and Arsenius. See Barnes, 80th.

Sappho vint au monde environ cent ou six vingts ans avant 3 This I have formed from the eighty-fourth and eighty- Anacréon.” Nouvelles de la Rép. des lett. tom. ii. de Nofifth of Barnes's edition. The two fragments are found in /vembre, 1684. The following is her fragment, the compliAthenaus.

ment of wbich is very finely imagined ; she supposes that

tbe Muse bas dictated the verses of Anacreon:
The nursling faron, that in some shade
Ils antler'd mother leaves behind, etc.) la the original:

Κεινον, ο χρυσοθρονο Μουσ', ενισπες
O, iv ua xp?CMS

Υμνον, και της καλλιγυναικος ισολας
Απολειφθεις υπο μητρος. .

Tημος χήρας ον ουδε τερπνως " Horned" here, undoubtedly, scems a strange epithet:

Πρέσβυς αγαυος. . Madame Dacier, however, observes, that Sophocles, Calli- Oh Muse! who site'st on golden throno, machus, etc. have all applied it in the very same manner,

Full many a hymn of dulcet tone and she seems to agree in the conjecture of the scholiasi

The Teian sage is laught by thee; upon Pindar, that perhaps horns are not always peculiar to But, goddess, from thy throne of gold, the males. I think we may with more ease conclude it to

The sweetest hymn thou 'et ever told, bu a license of the poct, “jussit habere puolain cornua."

lle lutely learn'd and sang for me.

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5 Mix me, child, a cup divine, ODE LXXVIII.?

Crystal water, ruby wine;

Weave the frontlet, richly flushing,
WOULD that I were a tuneful lyre,

O'er my wintry temples blushing.
Of burnish'd ivory fair,

Mix the brimmer-love and I
Which in the Dionysian choir

Shall no more the gauntlet try,
Some blooming boy should bear!

Here—upon this holy bowl,
Would that I were a golden vase,

I surrender all my soul !
And then some nymph should hold
My spotless frame with blushing grace,

AMONG the Epigrams of the Anthologia, there are
Herself as pure as gold !

some panegyrics on Anacreon, which I had trans lated, and originally intended as a kind of Coronis to the work; but I found, upon consideration, that they

wanted variety: a frequent recurrence of the same ODE LXXIX.'

thought, within the limits of an epitaph, to which When Cupid sees my beard of snow,

they are confined, would render a collection of them Which blanching time has taught to flow, rather uninteresting. I shall take the liberty, howUpon his wing of golden light

ever, of subjoining a few, that I may not appear to He passes with an eaglet's flight,

have totally neglected those elegant tributes to the And, flitting on, he seems to say,

reputation of Anacreon. The four Epigrams which “Fare thee well, thou 'st had thy day!" * CUPID, whose lamp has lent the ray

1 This fragment is extant in Arsenius and Hephæstion.

See Barnes, 6911,) who has arranged the metre of it very Which lightens our meandering way

elegantly. Cupid, within my bosom stealing,

2 Barnes, 721. This fragment, which is quoted by Athe Excites a strange and mingled feeling,

næus, is an excellent lesson for the votaries of Jupiter HosWhich pleases, though severely teasing,

pitalis. And teases, though divinely pleasing !

3 This fragment is in Hephæstion. See Barnes, 95th. Catullus expresses something of this contrariety of feeling:

Odi et amo; quare id faciam fortasse requiris ; 1 This is formed of the 124th and 119th fragments in Nescio: sed fieri sentio, et excrucior. Carm. 53. Barnes, both of which are to be found in Scaliger's Poetics.

I love thee and hate thee, but if I can tell De Pauw thinks that those detached lines and couplets,

The cause of my love and my hate, may I die! which Scaliger has adduced as examples in his Poetics, are

I can feel il, alas! I can feel it too well, by no means authentic, but of his own fabrication.

That I love theo and hate thee, but cannot tell why. 2 This is generally inserted among the remains of Alcmus. Some, however, have attributed it to Anacreon. See our of some poem, in which Anacreon' had commemoratec

4 This also is in Hephæston, and perhaps is a fragment poet's twenty-second ode, and the notes.

the fate of Sappho. It is in the 123d of Barnes. S See Barnes, 173d. This fragment, to which I have taken the liberty of adding a turn not to be found in the Phalareus, and Eustathius, and is subjoined in his edition

5 This fragment is collected by Barnes from Demetrius original, is cited' by Lucian his little essay on the Gallic to the epigrams attributed to our poet.' And here is the last Hercules

of those Tiidle scattered flowers which I thought I might 4 Barnes 125th. This, if I remember right, is in Scaliger's venture with any grace to transplant. I wish it could be Poetice. Gail has omitted it in his collection of fragments. said of the garland which they form, To di Avæmportag

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