Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Gods (Council of.)
See Milky Way.
On lofty Thrones twice six Celestials sate,
Jove in the midst, and held their grave Debate:
Each God by proper Features was exprest,
But Jove's majestic Mein excell'd the rest,—
Jove in the midst, and held their grave Debate:
Each God by proper Features was exprest,
But Jove's majestic Mein excell'd the rest,—
And now th' Almighty Father of the Gods,
Convenes a Council in the blest Abodes.
Far in the bright Recesses of the Skies,
High o'er the rowling Heav'ns, a Mansion lies:
Whence, far below, the Gods at once survey
The Realms of rising, and declining Day,
And all th' extended Space of Earth, and Air, and Sea.
Full in the midst, and on a starry Throne,
The Majesty of Heav'n superior shone:
Serene he look'd, and gave an aweful Nod,
And all the trembling Spheres confess'd the God,
At Jove's Assent, the Deities around
In solemn State the Consistory crown'd:
Next a long Order of inferior Pow'rs
Ascend from Hills, and Plains, and shady Bow'rs:
Those from whose Urns the rolling Rivers flow,
And those that give the wandring Winds to blow.
Here all their Rage, and e'en their Murmurs cease,
And sacred Silence reigns, and universal Peace.
A shining Synod of majestic Gods
Gilds with new Luster the divine Abodes,
Heav'n seems improv'd with a superior Ray
And the bright Arch reflects a double Day.
Th' Almighty then his solemn Silence broke,
The still Creation listen'd while he spoke,
Each sacred Accent bears eternal Weight,
And each irrevocable Word is Fate.—
Convenes a Council in the blest Abodes.
Far in the bright Recesses of the Skies,
High o'er the rowling Heav'ns, a Mansion lies:
Whence, far below, the Gods at once survey
The Realms of rising, and declining Day,
And all th' extended Space of Earth, and Air, and Sea.
Full in the midst, and on a starry Throne,
The Majesty of Heav'n superior shone:
Serene he look'd, and gave an aweful Nod,
And all the trembling Spheres confess'd the God,
At Jove's Assent, the Deities around
In solemn State the Consistory crown'd:
Next a long Order of inferior Pow'rs
Ascend from Hills, and Plains, and shady Bow'rs:
Those from whose Urns the rolling Rivers flow,
And those that give the wandring Winds to blow.
Here all their Rage, and e'en their Murmurs cease,
And sacred Silence reigns, and universal Peace.
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Gilds with new Luster the divine Abodes,
Heav'n seems improv'd with a superior Ray
And the bright Arch reflects a double Day.
Th' Almighty then his solemn Silence broke,
The still Creation listen'd while he spoke,
Each sacred Accent bears eternal Weight,
And each irrevocable Word is Fate.—
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