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By contest brightened, hence the radiant The sea at last from Colchian mountains youth
Poured every beam; by generous pride Kind-hearted transport round their cap
Felt every ardour burn: their great reward The verdant wreath, which sounding Pisa gave.
Hence flourished Greece: and hence a race of men,
As gods by conscious future times adored, In whom each virtue wore a smiling air, Each science shed o'er life a friendly light, Each art was nature. Spartan valour hence,
The soldiers fond embrace: o'erflowed their eyes
With tender floods, and loosed the general voice
To cries resounding loud-The sea! The sea!
In Attic bounds hence heroes, sages, wits,
Shone thick as stars, the milky way of Greece !
At the famed pass, firm as an isthmus And though gay wit, and pleasing grace
And the whole eastern ocean, waving far
Urged a retreat, whose glory not the prime
All the soft modes of elegance and ease;
Invincible in arts, in the bright field
And deep rapacious floods, dire-banked The Persian chains: while through the
And mountains, in whose jaws destruction Of mirthful quarrel and of witty war,
Hunger, and toil; Armenian snows, and
Incessant struggled taste refining taste, And friendly free discussion, calling forth From the fair jewel Truth its latent ray.
And circling myriads still of barbarous O'er all shone out the great Athenian sage, foes.
Greece in their view, and glory yet untouched,
And father of philosophy; the sun, From whose white blaze emerged each various sect
Their steady column pierced the scattering Took various tints, but with diminished herds,
Which a whole empire poured; and held Tutor of Athens: he, in every street,
His simple question stole; as into truth,
Through all the winding harmony of sound:
In it the power of Eloquence, at large, Taught moral happy life, whate'er can Breathed the persuasive or pathetic soul; bless, Stilled by degrees the democratic storm, Or grace mankind; and what he taught he Or bade it threatening rise, and tyrants shook,
Compounded high, though plain, his doc- Flushed at the head of their victorious
In different schools. The bold poetic In it the Muse, her fury never quenched, By mean unyielding phrase, or jarring sound,
Of figured Plato, Xenophon's pure strain,
Dissecting truth, the Stagyrite's keen eye;
The best. Then stood untouched the solid
Of liberty, the liberty of mind:
For systems yet, and soul-enslaving creeds, Slept with the monsters of succeeding times.
Her unconfined divinity displayed;
Or soft depressed it to the shepherd's
Or raised it swelling to the tongue of Gods. Heroic song was thine; the Fountainbard,
Whence each poetic stream derives its
Thine the dread moral scene, thy chief
Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice,
Or plained, or stormed; and in the impassioned man,
From priestly darkness sprung th' enlight- Concealing art with art, the poet sunk.
Of fire, and sword, and rage, and horrid
This potent school of manners, but when left
Toloose neglect, a land corrupting plague,
O Greece! thou sapient nurse of finer Was not unworthy deemed of public care, arts!
Which to bright Science blooming Fancy bore,
Be this thy praise, that thou, and thou
In these hast led the way, in these excelled,
Like a clear torrent close, or else diffused
And boundless cost, by thee; whose every
Even last mechanic; the true taste pos-
Of what had flavour to the nourished soul,
Not the vain trill, that, void of passion,
In giddy mazes, tickling idle ears ;
But that deep-searching voice, and artful That cruel-thoughted War the impatient hand,
To which respondent shakes the varied soul.
Thy fair ideas, thy delightful forms, By love imagined, by the graces touched, The boast of well-pleased Nature! Sculpture seized,
And bade them ever smile in Parian stone. Selecting Beauty's choice, and that again Exalting, blending in a perfect whole, Thy workmen left even Nature's self behind.
From those far different, whose prolific hand
Peoples a nation; they for years on years, By the cool touches of judicious toil, Their rapid genius curbing, poured it all Through the live features of one breathing
There, beaming full, it shone; expressing Gods:
Jove's awful brow, Apollo's air divine, The fierce atrocious frown of sinewed Mars,
Or the sly graces of the Cyprian queen, Minutely perfect all! Each dimple sunk, And every muscle swelled, as nature taught. In tresses, braided gay, the marble waved; Flowed in loose robes, or thin transparent veils ;
Sprung into motion; softened into flesh; Was fired to passion, or refined to soul.
Nor less thy Pencil with creative touch, Shed mimic life, when all thy brightest dames,
Assembled, Zeuxis in his Helen mixed.
The soul of beauty! called the queen of love,
Fresh from the billows, blushing orient charms.
Even such inchantment then thy Pencil