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How often to my long-beloved retreat
The well known sod I drench with trickling tears!
ZEPHYR returns, and the mild Season, seen
Laments, and Spring's own colours grace the scene.
All creatures warn'd, through space, obedient wait
All hues, and woman's gentle manners, grown
Importunate, like deserts dread offend.
THE TWELFTH PYTHIAN ODE
TO MIDAS OF AGRIGENTUM, VICTOR ON THE
PROPITIOUS hear, O happy seat
Of social Joy, the fairest* own'd
* Mr. Green has omitted, in his translation, the piece of history contained in the expression καλλίςα βρολεᾶν πολέων; but I thought that not an uninteresting one, which shewed the general opinion of Agrigentum, with respect to beauty probably just before the taste and policy of Pericles had rendered Athens so unrivalled in the productions of art.
Of Agragas, behold'st thy vallies gay
With flocks and many a mirthful swain
Subject to thee, and prosperous by thy sway;
With Heaven's and Earth's kind will receive my
Receive too, Midas, him it crowns, who bore
From Greece that Art's respected prize,
Pallas (the Gorgon weltering in her gore),
Invented from the monstrous kindred's cries.
Sadly their voice the prostrate dead
Bemoan'd, when Perseus could subdue
For feats regretted wide, the Chief arrived
* The surviving Gorgons, Stheno and Euryala. + A tribute being expected by this king from his guests, Perseus appeared, carrying the head of Medusa.