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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I. <br>Pindar is imitable by none;<br>The phoenix Pindar is a vast species alone.<br>Whoe'er but Daedalus with waxen wings could fly<br>And neither sink too low nor soar too high?<br>What could he who followed claim<br>But of vain boldness the unhappy fame,<br>And by his fall a sea to name?<br>Pindar's unnavigable song,<br>Like a swollen flood from some steep mountain, pours along;<br>The ocean meets with such a voice<br>From his enlarged mouth as drowns the ocean's noise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. <br>So Pindar does new words and figures roll<br>Down his impetuous dithyrambic tide,<br>Which in no channel deigns to abide,<br>Which neither banks nor dikes control.<br>Whether the immortal gods he sings<br>In a no less immortal strain,<br>Or the great acts of god-descended kings,<br>Who in his numbers still survive and reign,<br>Each rich embroidered line,<br>Which their triumphant brows around<br>By his sacred hand is bound,<br>Does all their starry diadems outshine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Whether at Pisa's race he please<br>To carve in polished verse the conquerors' images,<br>Whether the swift, the skillful, or the strong<br>Be crowned in his nimble, artful, vigorous song,<br>Whether some brave young man's untimely fate<br>In words worth dying for he celebrate,<br>Such mournful and such pleasing words<br>As joy to his mother's and his mistress' grief affords,<br>He bids him live and grow in fame;<br>Among the stars he sticks his name;<br>The grave can but the dross of him devour,<br>So small is death's, so great the poet's power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, how the obsequious wind and swelling air<br>The Theban swan does upwards bear<br>Into the walks of clouds, where he does play, <br>And with extended wings opens his liquid way,<br>Whilst, alas, my timorous Muse<br>Unambitious tracks pursues;<br>Does, with weak, unballast wings,<br>About the mossy brooks and springs,<br>About the trees' new-blossomed heads,<br>About the gardens' painted beds,<br>About the fields and flowery meads,<br>And all inferior beauteous things,<br>Like the laborious bee,<br>For little drops of honey flee,<br>And there with humble sweets contents her industry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abraham+Cowley">Abraham Cowley</a><div class=q>
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Pindar is imitable by none;
The phoenix Pindar is a vast species alone.
Whoe'er but Daedalus with waxen wings could fly
And neither sink too low nor soar too high?
What could he who followed claim
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