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ODE XIX.
The God of Wine on a wild Mountain stood;
(Let future Times the mystick Tale approve)
He taught the Nymphs and Satyrs of the Wood,
Who to attend his Songs forsook the Grove:
With Ears erect all to the Audience crowd;
Ev'n I his Raptures feel and dread the God I love.
(Let future Times the mystick Tale approve)
He taught the Nymphs and Satyrs of the Wood,
Who to attend his Songs forsook the Grove:
With Ears erect all to the Audience crowd;
Ev'n I his Raptures feel and dread the God I love.
Great Pow'r! who wields the sacred Ivy Spear;
Ease my full Breast, thy wonted Rage restrain:
Let me proclaim the Beauties of the Year,
And sing thy Rites, thy frantick Virgin Train:
How Wine and Milk compleat our plenteous Cheer,
Whilst thro' the luscious Comb the Trees their Honey strain.
Ease my full Breast, thy wonted Rage restrain:
Let me proclaim the Beauties of the Year,
And sing thy Rites, thy frantick Virgin Train:
How Wine and Milk compleat our plenteous Cheer,
Whilst thro' the luscious Comb the Trees their Honey strain.
I'll sing how Pentheus and Lycurgus fell,
And by their Deaths thy just Revenge confess'd;
Of thy Ariadne's Silver Locks I'll tell,
Whose Charms the number of the Stars increas'd:
By thee the fruitful Hills the Vale excell;
Thou turn'st the rapid Streams, and lull'st the Sea to rest.
And by their Deaths thy just Revenge confess'd;
Of thy Ariadne's Silver Locks I'll tell,
Whose Charms the number of the Stars increas'd:
By thee the fruitful Hills the Vale excell;
Thou turn'st the rapid Streams, and lull'st the Sea to rest.
Thee the mad Crew of Bacchanals adore,
That shake in twisted Knots their dangling Hair:
When Heav'n was scal'd, thy single Arm and Pow'r
Rescu'd the Gods, and turn'd the doubtful War;
The Giants felt thy Force and heard thee roar,
Wrapt in a Lions Form that sill'd their Troops with Fear.
That shake in twisted Knots their dangling Hair:
When Heav'n was scal'd, thy single Arm and Pow'r
Rescu'd the Gods, and turn'd the doubtful War;
The Giants felt thy Force and heard thee roar,
Wrapt in a Lions Form that sill'd their Troops with Fear.
Till then thy mighty Godhead was asperst,
As only bent on Luxury and Ease,
Distinguish'd at the Gambol and the Feast;
But now thy warlike Arm insur'd Success,
Redeem'd thy Brother Gods, their Foes dispers'd,
And gave the World above a sure and lasting Peace.
As only bent on Luxury and Ease,
Distinguish'd at the Gambol and the Feast;
But now thy warlike Arm insur'd Success,
Redeem'd thy Brother Gods, their Foes dispers'd,
And gave the World above a sure and lasting Peace.
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Thee Cerberus with Awe and Dread beheld,
Bearing aloft thy Horns of beamy Light;
He wagg'd his fawning Tail, with Pleasure fill'd;
Did at thy Feet his forked Tongue submit,
And as you travers'd the Elysian Field,
Welcom'd so great a Guest, and spoke his fond Delight.
Bearing aloft thy Horns of beamy Light;
He wagg'd his fawning Tail, with Pleasure fill'd;
Did at thy Feet his forked Tongue submit,
And as you travers'd the Elysian Field,
Welcom'd so great a Guest, and spoke his fond Delight.
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