The Poetical Works of Anna Seward With Extracts from her Literary Correspondence. Edited by Walter Scott ... In Three Volumes |
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TO TELEPHUS.
BOOK THE THIRD, ODE THE NINETEENTH.
That mark each famous Grecian reign,
This night, my Telephus, appears
Thy solemn pleasure to explain;
In conscious eloquence elate,
On those who conquer'd, those who fell
At sacred Troy's devoted gate.
Of luscious Chian may be ours,
Who shall the tepid baths prepare,
And who shall strew the blooming flowers;
And when shall smile these gloomy skies,
Thy wondrous eloquence is mute,
Nor here may graver topics rise.—
She's new!—auspicious be her birth!
One to the midnight!—'tis our noon
Of jocund thought, and festal mirth!
This night are held with poignant gust,
Murena, whom his Rome invests
With solemn honours, sacred trust!
That may each rising care beguile;
Propitious fled the birds to-day?
Will Love be ours, and Fortune smile?—
The least containing bumpers three,
And nine the rest.—Come, no disguise!
Nor yet constraint, the choice is free!
He is, in duty, bound to fill;
Were treason at Aonia's hill.
So they allow us leave to laugh;
Unzoned the Graces round us glide,
While we the liquid ruby quaff.
Dreading lest wild inebriate glee
With broils disturb our light career,
Would stint us to their number, three.
Becomes not this convivial hour,
That every dull restraint defies,
And laughs at all their frigid power.—
Nor must thou check the flowing vein,
For sprightly nonsense suits him best
Whom grave reflection leads to pain.
Why sleeps the charming lyre so long?
O! let their strains around us float,
Mix'd with the sweet and jocund song!
Ye flutes, ye lyres, exulting breathe!
The festal hour disdains to own
The mournful note, the niggard wreath.
Who courts yet hates his vile embrace,
Our lively strains shall muttering hear,
While Envy pales each sullen face:
Thou, Telephus, as Hesper bright,
Thou art accomplish'd Chloe's care,
Whose glance is love's delicious light.
And thy calm'd heart may well pursue
The paths of knowledge;—Lyce frowns,
And I, distasteful, shun their view.
The wounded spirit sickening turns;
To those be then this hour consign'd,
That Mirth approves, tho' Wisdom spurns.
The frolic jest, the lively strain,
In flowing bowls, shall gaily drown
The memory of her cold disdain.
At the feast, held in honour of Licinius Murena having been chosen Augur, Horace endeavours to turn the conversation towards gayer subjects than Grecian Chronology, and the Trojan war, upon which his friend Telephus had been declaiming; and for this purpose seems to have composed the ensuing Ode at table. It concludes with a hint, that the unpleasant state of the poet's mind, respeeting his then mistress, incapacitates him for abstracted themes, which demand a serene and collected attention, alike inconsistent with the amorous discontent of the secret heart, and with the temporary exhilaration of the spirits, produced by the occasion on which they were met. This must surely be the meaning of Horace in this Ode, however obscurely expressed. People of sense do not, even in their gayest conversation, start from their subject to anoher of total inconnection. When the latent meaning in the concluding verses is perspicuously paraphrased, it accounts for the poet's preference at that period, of trifling to literary subjects. These slight, and often obscure allusions, closely, and what is called faithfully translated, give a wild and unmeaning air to the Odes of Horace, which destroys their interest with the unlearned admirers of poetry. To give distinct shape and form to these embryo ideas, often capable of acquiring very interesting form and shape, is the aim of these Paraphrases.
Telephus, who was a Greek, appears to have been a youth of noble birth—being mentioned as such in the Ode to Phyllis, which will be found farther on amongst these Paraphrases. From that to Lydia, so well known, and so often translated, we learn that he had a beautiful form, and was much admired by the Roman ladies.
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