The Olympian and Pythian Odes of Pindar, Tr. Into Engl. Verse by F.D. Morice by Pindarus (9781150170072)
Pindarus Release Date: 17 December 2009 Format: Paperback Pages: 110 Publisher: General Books ISBN: 9781150170072 ISBN-10: 1150170077
General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1876 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: OLYMP. VII. TO DIAGORAS OF RHODES, VICTOR IN THE BOXING-MATCH. STROPHE. As some wealthy lord in greeting of his daughter's spouse should lift In his hand a brimming beaker, where the grape's bright juices foam, Passing to the youth a gift, Erst the crown of all his riches, destined now to other home, For the honour of his banquet, pleased his new-made son to make Envied of each friendly feaster for his happy wedlock's sake: ANTISTROPHE. So to champions crowned at Pytho and Olympia I send Draughts of nectar sweet, the Muses' boon, the soul's delicious fruit, Gladdening each victor-friend Happiest he, that standeth ever girt about with good repute . 10 Now to one and now to other comes the charmer of man's life, Victory, -- with tuneful harpings and the ever-varying fife. EPODE. Now, while both are round me breathing, with Diagoras I guide Poesy's bark to Rhodes' fair isle, to Venus' child and Phoebus' bride. There the hero, crowned beside Alpheus and Castalia's spring, For his prowess in the ring Claims my praises, and Damagetus his sire to Justice dear, In the isle of three fair cities, near the cape of Asia wide, Dwelling, ringed with many an Argive spear STROPHE. Of Tlepolemus their father, and their nation's source, aright 20 Shall my willing tongue discover truth too long in error lost. Race were they of sovereign might, -- Sprung of Heracles, a lineage in their father's right they boast Zeus-descended, and a mother of Amyntor's ancient clan. Yet, alas, the snares of evil clog the fairest hopes of man ANTISTROPHE. Nought we know that still to mortals first and l...