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15 O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew, And while her arms a second hope contain, Sprung from the rocks and plung'd into the main.
Atque adeo jam nunc gemitus, et prospera Cadmi
But waye.whate'er to Cadmus
away; Tho' Phæbus longs to mix his rays with thine, And in thy glories more serenely shine ;
40 Tho' Jove himself no lefs content would be, To part his throne and share his heav'n with thee; Yet stay, great Cæsar! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth, and o'er the watry main ; VOL. II.
Tempus erit, cum Pierio tua fortior oestro Facta canam: nunc tendo chelyn. fatis arma referre Aonia, et geminis sceptrum exitiale tyrannis, Nec furiis poft fata modum; flammasque rebelles Seditione rogi, tumulisque carentia regum Funera, et egestas alternis mortibus urbes ; 55 Caerula cum rubuit Lernaeo fanguine Dirce, Et Thetis arentes affuetum ftringere ripas, Horruit ingenti venientem Ismenon acervo.
Quem prius heroum Clio dabis ? immodicum irae Tydea ? laurigeri fubitos an vatis hiatus? Urget et hoftilem propellens caedibus amnem Turbidus Hippomedon, plorandaque bella protervi Arcados, atque alio Capaneus horrore canendus.
Impia jam merita scrutatus lumina dextra Merserat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes, longaque animam fub morte tenebat.
Resign to Jove his empire of the skies,
45 And people heav'n with Roman deities.
The time will come; when a diviner flame Shall warm my breast to sing of Cæsar's fame : Mean while permit, that my preluding Muse In Theban wars an humbler theme may chuse : 50 Of furious hate furviving death, she sings, A fatal throne to two contending Kings And fun'ral flames, that parting wide in air Express the discord of the fouls they bear : Of towns dispeopled, and the wand'ring ghosts 55 Of Kings unbury'd in the wasted coasts ; When Diree's fountain blush'd with Grecian blood, And Thetis, near Ismenos' swelling floodą With dread beheld the rolling surges sweep, In heaps, his slaughter'd fons into the deep. 60
What Hero, Clio! wilt thou first relate? The rage of Tydeus, or the Prophet's fate? Or how with hills of flain on ev'ry fide, Hippomedon repell’d the hostile tyde? Or how the Youth with ev'ry grace adorn’d, 65 Untimely fell, to be for ever mourn'd ? Then to fierce Capaneus thy verse extend, And sing with horror his prodigious end.
Now wretched Oedipus, depriv'd of sight, Led a long death in everlasting night;
70 NOTE's. Ver. 65. Or how the Youtb] Parthenopæus. P.