TO A YOUNG GIRL. ODE XXXIV. Oh, fly me not, dear girl, I pray, Nor, though the flush of youth be thine, An aged lover's suit decline! See in yon garland, how the rose Encircling fairest lilies, glows In purest rapture! thus thy charms Would shine triumphant in mine arms. The most Anacreontic version of this song is by Mr. Ilay, of Edinburgh, published among those delightful and clever papers the Greek Anthology, in Blackwood's Magazine, July, Oh, fly me not, dear girl, I pray, The ancients considered the hair as the chief ornament of the person, and always grieved at its loss. Petronius in an epigram which is quoted in the note to the eleventh ode and of which here is a translation, laments the sad catastropheBeauty is fallen! thy hairs' soft vernal grace To wintry baldness gives untimely place; Thy injured temples mourn their ravaged shade; Beauty is gone! and thy gay locks are shorn! See also, Junius de Pictura Veterum. ON EUROPA. ODE XXXV. This beauteous bull, O boy! to me, Unhurt the billowed sea he cleaves, What bull, indeed, could e'er thus rove? 'Tis Jove himself! 'tis mighty Jove! That navigate the yielding sea. The picture alluded to in this ode, is probably the interesting story of the rape of Europa, so well managed by Moschus, and as beautifully translated by Polwhele. It is generally con sidered to be an allegorical story of Commerce being carried upon the sea by the Phoenicians, the first voyagers. Lo! on his back the maiden bright, The young Sidonian meets the sight. Tyre and Sidon were then flourishing cities-now heaps of ruins-shapeless masses or arid wastes! Scandaroon stands near the scites of those ancient cities. ON HIMSELF. ODE XXXVI. Why, busy Rhetor! rack my mind With wranglings, sophistry and rules? What gain is mine? no joys I find In squabbles with proud learning's fools! Teach me the rather than to think, Oh, teach me now to drain the bowl! Teach me of pleasure's cup to drink, And with soft Venus cheer my soul! Already, see! my head is crowned With careful age's silvery die: Boy, mix me water, mix me wine, |