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 Here, like some furious Prophet, Pindar rode, And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring God. A-cross the Harp a careless Hand he flings, And boldly sinks into the sounding Strings. The figur'd Games of Greece the Column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid Race: The Youth's hang o'er their Chariots as they run The fiery Steeds seem starting from the Stone; The Champions in distorted Postures threat, And all appear'd Irregularly great.

Here happy Horace tun'd th' Ausonian Lyre To sweeter Sounds, and temper'd Pindar's Fire: Pleas'd with Alcæus manly Rage t'infuse The softer Spirit of the Sapphick Muse. The