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Then round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.
With ravish'd ears
35 Affects to nod
And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes !
40 Sound the trumpets, beat the drums !
Flush'd with a purple grace
He shows his honest face :
Rich the treasure,
50 Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ;
Fought all his battles o’er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew
the slain. The master saw the madness rise,
He chose a mournful Muse
60 He sung Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood;
65 Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed ; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.
-With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his alter'd soul
71 The various turns of Chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.
75 That love was in the next degree ; 'Twas but a kindred-sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.
80 War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning,
85 Think, O think, it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
-The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
91 Gazed on the fair
Who caused his care,
95 At length with love and wine at once opprest The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Now strike the golden lyre again :
Has raised up his head :
As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around.
105 Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise !
See the snakes that they rear
How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! 110
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand !
And unburied remain
115 Give the vengeance due
To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods. 120
- The princes applaud with a furious joy : And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way
To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy ! 125
-Thus, long ago,
While organs yet were mute,
130 Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame ;
Or both divide the crown ;
140 She drew an angel down !
117 ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
She woos the tardy Spring :
10 Forgetful of their wintry trance
The birds his presence greet :
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly ;
Smiles on past Misfortune's brow
A melancholy grace ;
See a kindred Grief pursue ;
Approaching Comfort view :
40 See the wretch that long has tost
On the thorny bed of pain,
And breathe and walk again :
THE QUIET LIFE Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.