13. And if in life there lie the seed Of real enduring being; If Love and Truth be not decreed To perish unforeseeing: This Youth the seal of death has stamp'd, This Hope, that sorrow might have damp'd, Is flowering fresh for ever. Mr. and Mrs. Patteson were drowned in the autumn of 1831, TO AN INFANT DAUGHTER. C. N. S. 1 GAZE upon thy cherub face, No earthly stain is in thee seen, So heavenly soft those features show, But oh! sad change! on yonder bed Anon, a grey and age sire The mirror trembles, and no more I start-with grief and terror chill: THE OLD JACKDAW. "Tis an old Jackdaw, and he sits all alone On a snow-clad stone; He caws aloud, for the blast is howling, A maiden sitteth in yonder hall, "Heigho, it is dull and drear! At day's decline that ivied hall Of summer sunset sheds a golden glow. Day blends with night in eve's serenest gloom, Amid the dwellings of the dreary tomb. On a grave a man is kneeling, Thrice stalks around with tottering The corse of the old Jackdaw. I took the following ode, without reference either to its length or meritswhich are both great-simply because it stood next to those which have been so admirably translated by good Bishop Heber. I will not now inflict upon you an essay "on the peculiar character of Pindar as the great religious Poet of Greece," nor yet upon the comparative excellence of his various translators into English-only, as I have mentioned Bishop Heber, permit me to advert to one single point-after all, perhaps, of no very great importance. The Bishop, if I remember rightly, when reviewing Girdlestone's Pindar in an early number of the Quarterly, after making himself merry with the strict observers of Strophe, Antistrophe, and Epode, proceeded to exemplify his pre cepts in the versions of two odes, appended to that review as well as in the others (making, in all six) which are comprised in the new edition of his poems, published by Murray, 1829. And in this license he has been followed by Messrs. Wheelwright and Cary in their translations. When one considers the old, legendary, and ballad-like style of his poetry, as contrasted with the Dramatic Chorusses, there does, I confess, seem some reason for modifying our obedience to the despotic rule of Strophe, Antistrophe, and Epode. But then the question arises-Have we a right, contrary to the expressed will and intention of the founder, to knock down all the walls and ceilings of his house of song, and lay the whole suite of apartments and complete interior of the building into one! (Which thing we do when we abolish all signs of Strophe, &c., and make his odes plain monostrophes.) I trow [not, and therefore I have adopted, in the accompanying version, the plan of making each Antistrophe correspond exactly with its twin Strophe-treating the Epode as a "tertium quid" though I believe the two first Epodes do chance to answer the one to the other all but precisely. By some such modification as this of the old Mede and Persian law, a su cient idea of the form of an ancient ode is preserved to the English reader, without the constricta et distracta "membra poeta" being subjected to the pleasing varieties of Procrustean torture-which always must be the case, more or less, in every attempt to imitate to the very letter the precise reciprocating rythm of the original. Believe me, then, my dear Sir, Most faithfully yours, WILLIAM SNO BLEW. A HYMN OF PINDAR. THE SEVENTH OF OLYMPIONIQUE. TO DIAGORAS OF RHODES, CONQUEROR IN THE BOXING-MATCH. I. 1. As when a feast's free-hearted lord To him presents it-golden all, In sight of them that round him sit, Exalts that envied youth, whose head shall rest, In happiness and joy, upon his truelove's maiden breast. II.2. So to the wreath-crowned MEN I lift On Pythian and Olympian plain. Blunt with the burst of full-voiced flutes, That loud their descant swell. III. 3. Yes-pipe and lute ring gaily, while The sunny waves I pass,That gird fair Rhodes, his fathers' isle With bold Diagoras; Hymning the child of Aphrodite, The Sun-god's Ocean-bride, Proud guerdon of his manhood's might, With many an Argive spear; Where capped with tower and citadel, Their heads three cities rear, Fast by the beak that juts, unrent, From Asia's boundless continent. IV. 1. Fain would I build the song for them, name From fair Astydameia came, But round the o'erclouded minds of men, Unnumbered errors lower; And profitless the task to ken What now may best betide, and then, At life's last closing hour. V. 2. For, in the by-gone days of yore, Alcmena's bastard brother smote, At Tiryns' rocky tower He smote-and slew him where he stood, As forth he tripp'd, in heedless mood, Drag even the wise man's steps astray : VI. 3. His prayer he offered: when to him Steer thy brave barks, and hold "What time, by shrewd Hephaistus' Not yet, on the ocean's breast, And forth Athena sprang, Shone Rhodes in the light of day, But enshrouded and at rest In the deep-seas-hollow lay. X. 1. Full arm'd-and long the Goddess Yet for the absent Helius, none And she, the Maid of flashing eye, Vouchafed them art's proud mastery, O'er all on earth, with peerless hand To compass what their thoughts had plann'd. Hence each broad way with shapes grew rife, That, starting, seem'd instinct with life; On them deep glory fell; But ne'er to its full strength is nurst The wise man's skill by arts accurst, Or witchery's wizard spell. So list to a tale of the olden time; When Jove and they of heavenly birth, Were culling, clime by clime, The kingdoms of the earth, There in bright Rhodes' embrace reclined, Seven sons the god begot; Chiefs, wise of heart, of wariest mind, Were few, I ween, of human kind, Whom they surpassed not. Of these bold brethren, one To heroes three was sire- And Lindus and Camire. XIII. 1. There, to their loved Tirynthian chief, Tlepolemus-sweet balm of grief, As to a god-high towers tow'rd heaven The pitchy pomp of flamesLord of the lists, to him is given |