« ZurückWeiter »
Across the harp a careless hand he flings,
And boldly finks into the founding Itrings.
The figur'd games of Greece the column grace,
Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race.
The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run;
The fiery Iteeds seem starting from the stone ;
The champions in distorted postures threat ;
And all appear’d irregularly great.
Here happy Horace tun'd th’ Ausonian lyre
To sweeter founds, and temper'd Pindar's fire :
Pleas'd with Alcæus' mànly rage ť infuse
The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse.
The polish'd pillar dáfferent sculptures grace;
A work outlasting monumental brass.
Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear,
The Julian stạr and great Augufus here.
The Doves, that round the infant Poet spread
Myrtles and bays hung hovering o'er his head.
Here, in a shrine that caft a dazzling light,
Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite;
Tho saw I on a pillere by
Of iron wrought full sternly,
The great Poet Dan Lucan,
That on his shoulders bore up then
As hye as that I might see,
The fame of Julius and Pompee.
And next him on a pillere stode
Of fulphure, like as he were wode,
Dan Claudian, sothe for to tell,
up . all the fame of hell, &c.
His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown'd,
And various Animals his fides surround;
His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view
Superior worlds, and look all Nature through.
With equal rays immortal Tully shone,
The Roman Roftra deck'd the Consul's throne :
Gathering his flowing robe, he seem'd to stand
In act to speak, and graceful stretch'd his hand.
Behind, Rome's Genius waits with Civic crowns,
And the great Father of his country owns.
These maffy columns in a circle rise,
O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies :
Scarce to the top I stretch'd my aching fight,
So large it spread, and swell’d to such a height.
Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial seat
With jewels blaz'd, magnificently great ;
The vivid emeralds there revive the eye,
The flaming rubies fhew their fanguine dye,
Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream,
And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.
With various-colour'd light the pavement shone,
And all on fire appear'd the glowing throne;
The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze,
And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.
When on the Goddess first I cast my sight,
Scarce seem'd her stature of a cubit's height;
Ver. 259. Scarce seem'd her stature, &c.]
Methought that she was so lite,
That the length of a cubite
Was longer than the seemed be;
But thus Toone in a while she,
But swell’d to larger size, the more I gaz'd, 260
Till to the roof her towering front she rais’d.
With her, the Temple every moment grew,
And ampler Vistas open’d to my view :
Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend,
And arches widen, and long aisles extend.
Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,
Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;
A thousand busy tongues the Goddess bears,
And thousand open eyes, and thousand listening ears.
Beneath, in order rang'd, the tuneful Nine
(Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine:
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they fing;
For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the string ;
With time's first birth began the heavenly lays,
And last, eternal, through the length of days. 275
Around these wonders as I cast a look,
The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook,
Her felfe tho wonderly straight,
That with her feet the the earth right,
· And with her head The touchyd heaven-
Ver. 270. Beneath in order rang'd, &c.]
I heard about her throne y-sung
That all the palays walls rung,
So sing the mighty Mufe, the
That cleped is Calliope,
And her seven filters eke-
Ver. 276. Around these wonders, &c.]
Í heard a noise approachen blive,
That far'd as bees done in a hive,
And all the nations, fummond at the call,
From different quarters fill the crouded hall :
Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard ;
In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd;
Thick as the bees, that with the Spring renew
Their flowery toils, and lip the fragrant dew,
When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky,
O’er dulky fields and shaded waters fly,
285 Or, settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield, And a low murmur runs along the field. Millions of suppliant crouds the shrine attend, And all degrees before the Goddess bend ; The poor,
the rich, the valiant, and the sage, 290 And boasting youth, and narrative old age. Their pleas were different, their request the same : For good and bad alike are fond of Fame. Some she disgrac'd, and fome with honours crown'd; Unlike successes equal merits found.
Against her time of out-flying,
Right such a manere murmuring,
For all the world it seemed me,
I look about and see
That there came entering into th' hall,
A right great company withal ;
And that of sundry regions,
Of all kind of conditions, &c.-
Ver. 294. Some she disgrac’d, &c.]
And some of them the granted sone,
And fome the warned well and fair,
And some the granted the contrair
Right as her sister dame Fortune
Is wont to serve in commune.
Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns,
And undiscerning fcatters crowns and chains.
First at the shrine the Learned world appear,
And to the Goddess thus prefer their prayer.
Long have we sought t instruct and please mankind,
With studies pale, with.midnight vigils blind;
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none,
We here appeal to thy superior throne :
On wit and learning the just prize bestow,
For Fame is all we must expect below.
305 The Goddess heard, and bade the Muses raise The golden Trumpet of eternal Praise : From pole to pole the winds diffuse the found, That fills the circuit of the world around; Not all at once, as-thunder breaks the cloud; 310 The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they every moment rise, Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies. At
every breath were balmy odours shed, Which ftill grew sweeter, as they wider spread; 315 Less fragrant fcents th' unfolding rose exhales, Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.
Next these the good and just, an awful train, Thus on their knees address the sacred fane.
Ver. 318. The good and just, &c.]
Tho came the third companye,
And gan up to the dees to hye,
And down on knees they fell anone,
And faiden: We been everichone
Folke that han full truely
Deserved Fame right-fully,