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Ut tollis undas! ut frementem
Diluvii reprimis tumultum ! Quis tam valenti pectore ferreus Ut non tremiscens et timido pede Incedat, orbis dum dolofi
Detegis inftabiles ruinas ? Quin hæc cadentum fragmina montium Natura vultum sumere simplicem Coget refingens, in priorem
Mox iterum reditura formam. Nimbis rubentem sulphureis Jovem Cernas ; ut udis sævit atrox hyems Incendiis, commune mundo
Et populis meditata buítum ! Nudus liquentes plorat Athos nives, Et mox liquescens ipse adamantinum Fundit cacumen, dum per imas
Saxa fluunt refoluta valles. Jamque alta cæli mania corruunt, Et vestra tandem pagina (proh nefas !) Burnette, vestra augebit ignes,
Heu socio perituro mundo. Mox æqua tellus, mox subitus viror Ubique rident: En teretem globum ! En læta vernantes Favonî
Flamina, perpetuosque flores ! O pectus ingens ! O animum gravem, Mundi capacem ! fi bonus auguror, Te, noftra quo tellus fuperbit,
Accipiet renovata civem.
HORACE, Book III. ODE III.
Augustus had a design to rebuild Troy and make it
the metropolis of the Roman empire, having closeted several senators on the project: Horace is supposed to have written the following ode on this occasion.
HE man resolv’d and steady to his trust,
Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just,
May the rude rabble's infolence despise,
Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries;
The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles,
And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies,
And with superior greatness smiles.
Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms,
Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms,
The stubborn virtue of his soul can move;
Nor the red arm of angry Jove,
That Alings 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 were the godlike arts that led
Bright Pollux to the blest abodes;
Such did for great Alcides plead,
And gain'd a place among the gods;
Where now Augustus, mixt with heroes, lies,
And to his lips the nectar bowl applies :
His ruddy lips the purple tincture show,
And with immortal stains divinely glow.
By arts like these did young Lyæus rise :
His tigers drew him to the skies;
Wild from the desert and unbroke,
In vain they foam’d, in vain they star'd,
In vain their eyes with fury glar'd;
He tam'd them to the lash, and bent them to the yoke.
Such were the paths that Rome's great founder trod,
When in a whirlwind snatch'd on high,
He shook off dull mortality,
And lost the monarch in the god.
Bright Juno then her awful silence broke,
And thus th' assembled deities bespoke.
Troy, says the goddess, perjur'd Troy has felt
The dire effects of her proud tyrant's guilt;
The towering pile, and soft abodes,
Wall’d by the hand of servile gods,
Now spreads its ruins all around,
And lies inglorious on the ground.
An umpire, partial and unjust,
And a lewd woman's impious lust,
Lay heavy on her head, and sunk her to the dust.
Since false Laomedon's tyrannic sway,
That durft defraud th' immortals of their pay,
Her guardian gods renounc'd their patronage,
Nor would the fierce invading foe repel;
my refentment, and Minerva's rage,
The guilty king and the whole people fell.
And now the long-protracted wars are o'er,
The soft adulterer shines no more ;
No more does Hector's force the Trojans shield,
That drove whole armies back, and singly clear’d the
My vengeance fated, I at length resign
To Mars his offspring of the Trojan line :
Advanc'd to godhead let him rise,
And take his station in the skies;
There entertain his ravish'd sight
With scenes of glory, fields of light;
Quaff with the gods immortal wine,
And see adoring nations croud his shrine :
The thin remains of Troy's afflicted host,
In distant realms may seats unenvy'd find,
And flourish on a foreign coast;
But far be Rome from Troy disjoin’d,
Remov'd by feas, from the disastrous shore,
May endless billows rise between and storms unnumber'd
Still let the curst detested place
Where Priam lies, and Priam's faithless race,
Be cover'd o'er with weeds, and hid in grass.
There let the wanton flocks unguarded stray ;
Or, while the lonely shepherd sings,
Amidst the mighty ruins play,
And frisk upon the toinbs of kings.
May tigers there, and all the savage kind,
Sad solitary haunts and filent deserts find;
In gloomy vaults, and nooks of palaces,
May th' unmolested lioness
Her brinded whelps securely lay,
Or, coucht, in dreadful Numbers waste the day.
While Troy in heaps of ruins lies,
Rome and the Roman capitol shall rise;
Th' illustrious exiles unconfin'd
Shall triumph far and near, and rule mankind.
In vain the sea’s intruding tide
Europe from Afric shall divide,
the sever'd world in two :
Through Afric's sands their triumphs they shall spread,
And the long train of victories pursue
To Nile's yet undiscover'd head.
Riches the hardy soldiers shall despise,
And look on gold with un-defiring eyes,
Nor the disboweld earth explore
In search of the forbidden ore ;
Those glittering ills, conceal’d within the mine,
Shall lie untouch'd, and innocently shine.
To the last bounds that nature sets,
The piercing colds and sultry heats,
The godlike race shall spread their arms,
Now fill the polar circle with alarms,
Till storms and tempests their pursuits confine ;
Now sweat for conquest underneath the line,
This only law the victor shall restrain,
On these conditions shall he reign ;