MĘCENAS, you, beneath the myrtle shade,
Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.
What felt those poets but you feel the same?
Does not your soul possess the sacred flame?
Their noble strains your equal genius shares
In softer language, and diviner airs.
paints lo! circumfus'd in air,
Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear;
10Swift as they move hear each recess rebound,
Heav'n quakes, earth trembles, and the shores resound,
Great Sire of verse, before my mortal eyes,
The lightnings blaze across the vaulted skies,
And, as the thunder shakes the heav'nly plains,
A deep-felt horror thrills through all my veins.
When gentler strains demand thy graceful song,
The length'ning line moves languishing along.
The grateful tribute of my tears is paid;
Prone on the shore he feels the pangs of love,
tend'rest passions move.
strain in heav'nly numbers flows,
inspire, and all the bosom glows.
O could I rival thine and
Or claim the
Soon the same beauties should my mind adorn,
And the same ardors in my soul should burn:
Then should my song in bolder notes arise,
And all my numbers pleasingly surprize;
11But here I sit, and mourn a grov'ling mind.
That fain would mount and ride upon the wind.
Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become,
Not you, whose bosom is the
When they from tow'ring
They fan in you the bright immortal fire,
But I less happy, cannot raise the song,
The fault'ring music dies upon my toungue.
(*) He was an
all the choir inspir'd,
His soul replenish'd, and his bosom fir'd;
But say, ye
, why this partial grace,
To one alone of
From age to age transmitting thus his name
With the first glory in the rolls of fame?
Thy virtues, great
shall be song
In praise of him, from whom those virtues sprung:
12While blooming wreaths around thy temples spread,
I'll snatch a laurel from thine honour'd head,
While you indulgent smile upon the deed.
As long as
in streams majestic flows,
in their oozy beds repose,
reigns above the starry train,
purples o'er the main,
So long, great Sir, the muse thy praise shall sing,
So long thy praise shall make
thy paternal rays,
Hear me propitious, and defend my lays.