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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
T. Gray
 
CXL. The Progress of Poesy
A Pindaric Ode
 
  AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, 
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. 
From Helicon's harmonious springs 
  A thousand rills their mazy progress take; 
The laughing flowers that round them blow         5
Drink life and fragrance as they flow. 
Now the rich stream of music winds along 
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, 
Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign; 
Now rolling down the steep amain  10
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: 
The rocks and nodding groves re-bellow to the roar. 
  
  O Sovereign of the willing soul, 
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, 
Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares  15
  And frantic Passions hear thy soft controul, 
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War 
Has curb'd the fury of his car 
And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command. 
Perching on the sceptred hand  20
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king 
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing: 
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie 
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye. 
  
Thee the voice, the dance, obey  25
Temper'd to thy warbled lay. 
O'er Idalia's velvet-green 
The rosy-crownèd Loves are seen 
On Cytherea's day; 
With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures,  30
Frisking light in frolic measures; 
Now pursuing, now retreating, 
  Now in circling troops they meet; 
To brisk notes in cadence beating 
  Glance their many-twinkling feet.  35
Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare; 
  Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay. 
With arms sublime that float upon the air 
  In gliding state she wins her easy way; 
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move  40
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. 
  
  Man's feeble race what ills await! 
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, 
Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, 
  And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate!  45
The fond complaint, my song, disprove, 
And justify the laws of Jove. 
Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? 
Night, and all her sickly dews, 
Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry  50
He gives to range the dreary sky: 
Till down the eastern cliffs afar 
Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war. 
  
  In climes beyond the solar road 
Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam,  55
The Muse has broke the twilight gloom 
  To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. 
And oft, beneath the odorous shade 
Of Chili's boundless forests laid, 
She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat  60
In loose numbers wildly sweet 
Their feather-cinctured chiefs and dusky loves 
Her track, where'er the goddess roves, 
Glory pursue, and generous Shame, 
Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.  65
  
Woods that wave o'er Delphi's steep, 
Isles that crown th' Ægean deep, 
Fields that cool Ilissus laves, 
Or where Mæander's amber waves 
In lingering labyrinths creep,  70
How do your tuneful echoes languish, 
Mute, but to the voice of anguish! 
Where each old poetic mountain 
  Inspiration breathed around; 
Every shade and hallow'd fountain  75
  Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: 
Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour 
  Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. 
Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, 
  And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.  80
When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, 
They sought, O Albion! next, thy sea-encircled coast. 
  
  Far from the sun and summer-gale 
In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid, 
What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,  85
  To him the mighty Mother did unveil 
Her awful face: the dauntless child 
Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. 
"This pencil take" (she said), "whose colours clear 
Richly paint the vernal year:  90
Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! 
This can unlock the gates of joy; 
Of horror that, and thrilling fears, 
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears." 
  
  Nor second He, that rode sublime  95
Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy 
The secrets of the abyss to spy: 
  He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: 
The living Throne, the sapphire-blaze 
Where angels tremble while they gaze, 100
He saw; but blasted with excess of light, 
Closed his eyes in endless night. 
Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car 
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear 
Two coursers of ethereal race, 105
With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace. 
  
Hark, his hands the lyre explore! 
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, 
Scatters from her pictured urn 
Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. 110
But ah! 'tis heard no more— 
O lyre divine! what daring spirit 
Wakes thee now? Tho' he inherit 
Nor the pride nor ample pinion 
  That the Theban eagle bear, 115
Sailing with supreme dominion 
  Thro' the azure deep of air, 
Yet oft before his infant eyes would run 
  Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray 
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun; 120
  Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way 
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate: 
Beneath the Good how far, but far above the Great. 
 
 
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