Ut tollis undas! ut frementem Quin hæc cadentum fragmina montium Mox iterum reditura formam. Et populis meditata buftum ! Nudus liquentes plorat Athos nives, Et mox liquefcens ipfe adamantinum Fundit cacumen, dum per imas Saxa fluunt refoluta valles. Jamque alta cœli monia corruunt, Heu focio perituro mundo. Mox æqua tellus, mox fubitus viror Ubique rident: En teretem globum ! En læta vernantes Favonî Flamina, perpetuofque fiores! O pectus ingens! O animum gravem, Mundi capacem! fi bonus auguror, Te, noftra quo tellus fuperbit, Accipiet renovata civem. H 2 TRANS 388242A TRANSLATION S. HORACE, Book III. ODE III. Auguftus had a defign to rebuild Troy and make it the metropolis of the Roman empire, having clofeted several senators on the project: Horace is fuppofed to have written the following ode on this occafion. "HE man refolv'd and steady to his truft, THE Inflexible to ill, and obftinately just, May the rude rabble's infolence despise, Their fenfeless clamours and tumultuous cries; And the ftern brow, and the harsh voice defies, Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurl'd. He, unconcern'd, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world. Such Such were the godlike arts that led Where now Auguftus, mixt with heroes, lies, By arts like thefe did young Lyæus rife : Wild from the defert and unbroke, In vain they foam'd, in vain they star'd, He tam'd them to the lafh, and bent them to the yoke. Such were the paths that Rome's great founder trod, When in a whirlwind fnatch'd on high, He fhook off dull mortality, And loft the monarch in the god. Bright Juno then her awful filence broke, And thus th' affembled deities befpoke. Troy, fays the goddefs, perjur'd Troy has felt Lay heavy on her head, and funk her to the duft. Since falfe Laomedon's tyrannic sway, H 3 } Her Her guardian gods renounc'd their patronage, No more does Hector's force the Trojans fhield, My vengeance fated, I at length refign To Mars his offspring of the Trojan line: The thin remains of Troy's afflicted host, But far be Rome from Troy disjoin'd, Remov'd by feas, from the difaftrous fhore, May endless billows rife between, and ftorms unnumber'd roar. Still let the curft detefted place Where Priam lies, and Priam's faithless race, } May May tigers there, and all the favage kind, Sad folitary haunts and filent deferts find; In gloomy vaults, and nooks of palaces, May th' unmolefted lioness Her brinded whelps fecurely lay, Or, coucht, in dreadful flumbers waste the day. Shall triumph far and near, and rule mankind. In vain the fea's intruding tide Europe from Afric fhall divide, And part the fever'd world in two : Through Afric's fands their triumphs they shall spread, And the long train of victories pursue To Nile's yet undiscover'd head. Riches the hardy foldiers fhall defpife, And look on gold with un-defiring eyes, Nor the disbowel'd earth explore In fearch of the forbidden ore; Thofe glittering ills, conceal'd within the mine, To the laft bounds that nature fets, The piercing colds and fultry heats, Till storms and tempefts their purfuits confine; This only law the victor fhall restrain, |