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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Chariot of the Sun. |
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Chariot of the Sun.
Gold was the Axle, and the Beam was Gold:
The Wheels, with silver spokes, on golden Circles roll'd.
Gems set in Rows adverse, and sparkling bright,
Reflected on the God the dazling Light.
The Wheels, with silver spokes, on golden Circles roll'd.
Gems set in Rows adverse, and sparkling bright,
Reflected on the God the dazling Light.
When Phœbus saw the Moon's pale Horns withdrawn,
And the World round him red'ning at the Dawn,
He bid the nimble Hours his Steeds array
With Harness: strait the Goddesses obey:
From their high Mangers with Ambrosia fed,
And breathing Flame, the gen'rous Beasts they led:
And fit the ratling Bridles.—
And the World round him red'ning at the Dawn,
He bid the nimble Hours his Steeds array
With Harness: strait the Goddesses obey:
From their high Mangers with Ambrosia fed,
And breathing Flame, the gen'rous Beasts they led:
And fit the ratling Bridles.—
Mean while hot Pyroeis, with Eöus join'd,
With Æthon Fleet, and Phlegon wild as Wind,
The Sun's swift Steeds, each other's Rage provoke,
Neighing aloud, and snorting Fire and Smoke.—
They spring together forth, and swiftly bear
With Æthon Fleet, and Phlegon wild as Wind,
The Sun's swift Steeds, each other's Rage provoke,
Neighing aloud, and snorting Fire and Smoke.—
Their rapid Course thro' Clouds and yielding Air:
With winged Speed outstrip the Eastern Wind,
And leave the Breezes of the Morn behind.—
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Appears at first but as a bloodshot Eye:
And when his Chariot downward drives to Bed,
His Ball is with the same Suffusion red:
But mounted high in his meridian Race,
All bright he shines, and with a fairer Face:
For there, pure Particles of Ether flow,
Far from th' Infection of the World below.—
In pleasant Vales, beneath th' Hesperian Sky,
For the Sun's fiery Steeds green Pastures lie:
Ambrosia there they eat, and thence they gain
New Vigour, and their daily Toils sustain.—
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