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If none his guilty hand employ
A curse there cleaves to the devoted place,
Thrice should Apollo's self the city raise
But hold, my Muse, forbear thy towering flight, Nor bring the secrets of the gods to light: In vain would thy presumptuous verse Th’immortal rhetoric rehearse The inighty strains, in lyric numbers bound, Forget their majesty, and lose their found.
THÉ тн Е
V VE S TA'L
OVID DE FASTIS, LIB. III. EL. I.
“ Blanda quies victis furtim subrepit ocellis, &c."
S the fair Veftal to the fountain came,
(Let none be startled at a Vestal's name :) Tir’d with the walk, she laid her down to rest, And to the winds expos’d her glowing breast, To take the freshness of the morning-air, And gather'd in a knot her flowing hair; While thus the rested, on her arm reclin’d, The hoary willows waving with the wind, And feather'd choirs that warbled in the shade, And purling streams that through the meadow stray'd,. In drowsy murmurs lull’d the gentle maid. The God of War beheld the virgin lie, The God beheld her with a lover's eye; And, by fo tempting an occasion press’d, The beauteous maid, whom he beheld, possess’d: Conceiving as the slept, her fruitful womb Swell'd with the Founder of immortal Rome,
THE STORY OF PHAETON.
HE fun's bright palace, on high columns rais’d,
With burnish'd gold and flaming jewels blaz’d; The folding gates diffus'd a silver light, And with a milder gleam refresh'd the fight; of polith'd ivory was the covering wrought : The matter vied not with the sculptor's thought, For in the portal was display'd on high (The work of Vulcan) a fictitious sky; A waving sea th' inferior earth embrac’d, And Gods and Goddesfts the waters grac'd. Ægeon here a mighty whale beftrode; Triton, and Proteus (the deceiving God), With Doris here were cary'd, and all her train, Some loosely swimming in the figur'd main, While some on rocks their drooping hair divide, And some on fifhes through the waters glide : Though various features did the fifters grace, A fifter's likeness was in every
face. On earth a different landskip courts the eyes, Men, towns, and bearts, in distant prospects rise, And nymphs,and streams,and woods,and rural deities. O'er all, the heaven's refulgent image thines ; On either gate were fix engraven signs.
Here Phaeton, still gaining on th' ascent,
The God sits high, exalted on a throne
Phæbus beheld the youth from off his throne ; That eye, which looks on all, was fix'd on one. He saw the boy's confusion in his face, Surpriz’d at all the wonders of the place; And cries aloud, “ What wants my son ? For know “ My son thou art, and I must call thee fo.”
“ Light of the world," the trembling youth replies, “ Illustrious parent! since you
don't despise " The parent's name, fome certain token give, “ That I may Clymenè’s proud boast believe, “ Nor longer under false reproaches grieve.”
The tender Sire was touch'd with what he said, And Aung the blaze of glories from his head, And bid the youth advance : “ My son (said he) “ Come to thy father's arms ! for Clymenè “ Has told thee true; a parent's name I own, 6 And deem thee worthy to be call'd my son.
“ As a sure proof, make some request, and I,
The youth, transported, alks without delay,
The God repented of the oath he took,
Beyond the province of mortality :
66 Tethys 4