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<h1 epub:type="title">Victory Odes</h1>
<p>By <b epub:type="z3998:author z3998:personal-name">Pindar</b>.</p>
<p>Translated by <b epub:type="z3998:translator z3998:personal-name">Arthur <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">S.</abbr> Way</b>.</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Table of Contents</h2>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#titlepage">Titlepage</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#imprint">Imprint</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#introduction">Introduction</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#halftitlepage">Victory Odes</a>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#the-olympian-odes">The Olympian Odes</a>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-7" epub:type="z3998:roman">VII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-8" epub:type="z3998:roman">VIII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-9" epub:type="z3998:roman">IX</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-10" epub:type="z3998:roman">X</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-11" epub:type="z3998:roman">XI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-12" epub:type="z3998:roman">XII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-13" epub:type="z3998:roman">XIII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#olympian-14" epub:type="z3998:roman">XIV</a>
</li>
</ol>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#the-pythian-odes">The Pythian Odes</a>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-7" epub:type="z3998:roman">VII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-8" epub:type="z3998:roman">VIII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-9" epub:type="z3998:roman">IX</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-10" epub:type="z3998:roman">X</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-11" epub:type="z3998:roman">XI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#pythian-12" epub:type="z3998:roman">XII</a>
</li>
</ol>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#the-nemean-odes">The Nemean Odes</a>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-7" epub:type="z3998:roman">VII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-8" epub:type="z3998:roman">VIII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-9" epub:type="z3998:roman">IX</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-10" epub:type="z3998:roman">X</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#nemean-11" epub:type="z3998:roman">XI</a>
</li>
</ol>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#the-isthmian-odes">The Isthmian Odes</a>
<ol>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-7" epub:type="z3998:roman">VII</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#isthmian-8" epub:type="z3998:roman">VIII</a>
</li>
</ol>
</li>
</ol>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#endnotes">Endnotes</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#colophon">Colophon</a>
</li>
<li>
<a href="#uncopyright">Uncopyright</a>
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<header>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Introduction</h2>
<p>Though it is quite possible, and indeed probable, that the Epinician Odes do not represent Pindar’s highest achievement in the realm of pure poetry, the student of history has every reason to be thankful that, of all his works, it is these that have escaped the ruin that has overtaken the rest. For they furnish us, perhaps more fully and more convincingly than any other remains of antiquity, with a solution of a problem which has troubled historians. Some of these have exclaimed against what they consider the narrow, shortsighted, parochial spirit of the Greeks generally, in failing to see that their material prosperity, their safety and true independence would be best secured, if not by frankly enrolling themselves under the hegemony of one strong state (preferably Athens), at least by a close federation as binding on each member as that of the United States of America. Still more writers have denounced what they consider the unpatriotic selfishness of the aristocratical party in the several states, their unscrupulous plottings and alliances with the enemies of their respective cities, and, when they gained the upper hand, their ruthless treatment of the democracies.</p>
<p>Does not Pindar furnish us with the key to this jealous isolation, by showing us how each city cherished a belief in its divine origin, how the first parent of each state, or its founder, was a divine being, whose very name it perpetuated⁠—for in Pindar the name of the goddess-founder and that of the state are interchangeable⁠—Thebe, Aegina, Cyrene; or how its founders were demigods who settled there in obedience to divine commands? To subordinate this heavenly guardianship to other powers might well seem sacrilege. And the tradition of the sacredness of an independence thus hallowed, when once established, might well survive the age of unquestioning faith.</p>
<p>For the families of the aristocracy, to whom a thousand memories called far more powerfully and insistently than to any other order of nobility in the world’s history, there were incentives to political exclusiveness whose cogency we cannot appreciate unless we take the Olympian hierarchy as seriously as Pindar did. The chronique scandaleuse of Olympus, which shocked Plato, inspired Pindar. While repudiating belief in anything derogatory to the Gods, he does not consider their amours with mortal women (or even their paederasty) in that hght. The men whose praises he sang had in their veins the blood of Gods: their human ancestors were half divine, and their achievements were worthy of their high descent. The sons of the great houses whose lineage was from Heracles, Aeacus, Perseus, counted themselves of different clay from the common herd: they recognised in their hearts that they owed no duty to a democratic constitution: they never ceased to chafe under the yoke of equality with beings whom they held scarce fit to be their servants, and to intrigue against a system which placed their personal liberty at the mercy of the caprice of the “base,” and allowed their wealth to be exploited for purposes with which they had no sympathy. No wonder that they accepted with complacency the poet’s digressions into the old heroic myths that to us are but fairy tales: for them these were unassailable fact. Their records in song were the charter of their superiority to the world around them, of their right divine to govern their fellow-men.</p>
<p>It must also be remembered that these highborn men were superior to the lower classes not only in pride of lineage, but they bore about with them the witness to this in their bodily development. The aristocrat was a stronger man, and far more skilled in the use of that strength for personal encounters than the average democrat. He was a man of leisure, and we may say that practically all such men made it their aim, their daily practice, to perfect their physical condition in the gymnasiums which were in every town. In many states, perhaps in all which belonged to the Peloponnesian League, a small organized body of aristocrats kept the far more numerous commonalty in subjection, solely by their fighting superiority.<a href="#note-1" id="noteref-1" epub:type="noteref">1</a> We must not lose sight of the transcendent importance of bodily vigour in an age when all fighting was hand-to-hand, and where the numbers on each side were so small that a few abnormally strong men might, by breaking the enemies’ line, decide the issue. Each successful champion in the great athletic contests means a large number of men who went through a course of training in which they were wrought up to the highest pitch of perfection not only of muscular development, but also of pluck and endurance.</p>
<p>Among reasons which have been assigned for the discursiveness of these triumphal odes, in which a very small space is given to the victor, and none to the details of the contest, perhaps the most important was this: excessive praise was universally regarded as mischievous to its objects, as tending directly to provoke the jealousy of the Gods, and to invite their nemesis. In the mouth of an enemy it was malicious, tactless in that of a friend. Hence the praise in an ode was distributed widely: the bard celebrated the champion, his family, former victors, the city or island of his birth, his ancestors, the ancient heroes of the land, so that the <i lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">φθόνος</i> might fall heavily on none, especially as all success was ascribed to the Gods, to whom the competitors sacrificed before engaging in the contest. A religious halo surrounded the Great Games. “Not unto us” is the burden of more than one ode, in which success is expressly attributed to the help of a God, as Poseidon, and often to the Graces.</p>
<p>A feature of the Games which strikes us moderns unpleasantly is the absence among the Greeks of what we call the sporting spirit. While no praise was too high, no reward too splendid for the victor, his unsuccessful competitors neither expected nor obtained any sympathy even from their fellow-townsmen. Even the victor was sometimes assailed by envious disparagement, especially where a state was rent by political factions; while the vanquished had to hide his head from the storm of derision which greeted his failure.</p>
</section>
<section id="halftitlepage" epub:type="halftitlepage frontmatter">
<h2 epub:type="fulltitle">Victory Odes</h2>
</section>
<section id="the-olympian-odes" epub:type="volume bodymatter z3998:non-fiction">
<h2 epub:type="title">The Olympian Odes</h2>
<article id="olympian-1" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Hiero, ruler of Syracuse, on a victory won by his horse Pherenikus, 476 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-1-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Chiefest is water of all things, for streaming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Therefrom all life and existence came;</span>
<br/>
<span>And all proud treasure of princes the gleaming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Splendour of gold outshines, as the flame</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a great fire flings through the night its rays.</span>
<br/>
<span>But, heart of mine, if thou fain wouldst praise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Triumphs in athlete-contests won,</span>
<br/>
<span>Search not, when day with his glory is glowing,</span>
<br/>
<span>For a radiant star more life-bestowing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the whole void sky, than the kingly sun.</span>
<br/>
<span>Even so shall we find no brighter crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Than Olympia giveth whereof to sing;</span>
<br/>
<span>For thence doth the chant of high renown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er the spirits of bards its perfume fling,</span>
<br/>
<span>When, the praise of Kronion in song resounding,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto Hiero’s blest hearth wealth-abounding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The hymn of his praise they bring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hiero!⁠—yea, for the rod of his power</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is a sceptre of righteousness stretched o’er the land</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the myriad flocks; and the choice of the flower</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of chivalry ever is plucked by his hand.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, and he also is garlanded</span>
<br/>
<span>With the blossom of song enstarring his head,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The song that with gladsome voices now</span>
<br/>
<span>We singers chant, at the banquet meeting</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Prince who giveth us friendship’s greeting.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now, O my Muse, from its rest take thou</span>
<br/>
<span>The lyre that is strung to the Dorian strain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If the glory of fleet Pherenikus, he</span>
<br/>
<span>Who triumphed in Pisa’s Olympian plain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Haply with rapture of song thrilled thee,</span>
<br/>
<span>When flashed in the course by Alpheus’ river</span>
<br/>
<span>His body by lash or by goad touched never,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And wedded to victory</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His lord, the ruler of Syracuse-town,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The king who joyeth in gallant steeds.</span>
<br/>
<span>Flasheth afar his name’s renown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Flasheth from Sicily far oversea</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where Pelops, the exile from Lydia’s meads,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Founded a hero-colony⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Pelops, beloved of the Earth-enfolder,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Poseidon the strong, when the Fate of the Thread</span>
<br/>
<span>Drew him resplendent with ivory shoulder</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the undefiled laver, whom men deemed dead.</span>
<br/>
<span>There be marvels full many; and fables hoary</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With inventions manifold broidered o’er</span>
<br/>
<span>Falsify legend, I wot, with a story</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Wherein truth liveth no more.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But the Grace of Beauty, which aye is weaving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All manner of charm round the souls of men,</span>
<br/>
<span>Taketh these tales unworthy believing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And arrays them in honour: so cometh it then</span>
<br/>
<span>That man with unwavering credence clings</span>
<br/>
<span>To a false-feigned tale of impossible things.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the after-days are the witnesses</span>
<br/>
<span>That be wisest. Reverent speech beseemeth</span>
<br/>
<span>The mortal who uttereth that which he deemeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the Gods⁠—so shall his reproach be less.</span>
<br/>
<span>O Tantalus’ son, I will speak not as they</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who told thy story in days of old!</span>
<br/>
<span>But thy father bade thee a guest that day</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To a banquet arrayed by the righteous-souled</span>
<br/>
<span>Upon Sipylus’ loved height⁠—so he tendered</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Gods requital for boons they had rendered.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">On a sudden the chariot of gold</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of the Lord of the Trident gleaming splendid,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whose soul was with love for thy youth overcome,</span>
<br/>
<span>Bare thee, as up through the blue ye ascended,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To imperial Zeus’s glory-home,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whither also came in the after-day</span>
<br/>
<span>Ganymedes ravished from earth away</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In halls celestial the nectar to pour.</span>
<br/>
<span>But when viewless thus from the earth they had caught thee,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor the questers that far and near had sought thee</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the arms of thy mother could thee restore,</span>
<br/>
<span>Then spake some neighbour in envious spite</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A whispered slander of sin and shame,</span>
<br/>
<span>How that over the boiling water’s might</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which hissed in the bronze that bestrode the flame</span>
<br/>
<span>Did they carve thy flesh with the knife, and seethe it,</span>
<br/>
<span>And served at the feast, and⁠—dare lips breathe it?⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">That the God-guests ate of the same!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But impossible is it for me to call</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Any Blest One man-eater⁠—with loathing and scorn</span>
<br/>
<span>I recoil! O, the profit is passing small</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That the dealer in slander hath ofttimes found.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But if ever a man on the earth was born</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom the Watchers from Heaven with honour crowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>That man was Tantalus: yet of their favour</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No profit he had, nor of that high bliss.</span>
<br/>
<span>But the man’s proud stomach was drunk with its savour</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And gorged with pride; and by reason of this</span>
<br/>
<span>He drew on him ruin utter-crushing;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Zeus hung o’er him a huge black scaur,</span>
<br/>
<span>And he cowers from it aye on his head down-rushing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From happiness exiled far.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And there unto torment fettered for ever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Living on, living on in eternal despair</span>
<br/>
<span>He abides with the Three<a href="#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a> on whom hope dawns never,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He who from the feast of the Gods could dare</span>
<br/>
<span>To steal the ambrosia and nectar whereby</span>
<br/>
<span>They had given him immortality,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That the guests of his wine-cup might revel thereon!</span>
<br/>
<span>But who thinketh to hide his evil doing</span>
<br/>
<span>From God, he errs to his bitter ruing!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So then the Immortals sent back his son</span>
<br/>
<span>Exiled to earth from the heavenly home,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thenceforth with the sons of a day to abide.</span>
<br/>
<span>But in process of time, when Pelops was come</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the flower-bright season of life’s springtide,</span>
<br/>
<span>When the soft rose-tint of his cheek ’gan darken,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the whisper of love did his spirit hearken,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And he dreamed of the world-famed bride</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hippodameia, the glorious daughter</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the Lord of Pisa, a prize for him</span>
<br/>
<span>Who could win her. Alone by the surf-white water</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the sea he stood in the darkness dim.</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Thunder-voiced he cried o’er the wave,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Lord of the Trident mighty to save:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And lo, at his side did the God appear.</span>
<br/>
<span>And “O Poseidon,” he spake imploring,</span>
<br/>
<span>“If the gifts of the Cyprian Queen’s outpouring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To thy spirit, O King, be in any wise dear,</span>
<br/>
<span>His bronze lance let not Oenomaus lift</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To mine hurt, but cause me to Elis to ride</span>
<br/>
<span>On a god-given chariot passing swift:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There throne thou me by victory’s side.</span>
<br/>
<span>For lovers by that spear merciless-slaying</span>
<br/>
<span>Have died thirteen, and he still is delaying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To bestow his child as a bride.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In the path doth a mighty peril lie;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the craven soul no welcome it gives.</span>
<br/>
<span>But, seeing a man must needs once die,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wherefore should I unto old age screen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From peril a life that only <em>lives</em>,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sitting nameless and fameless in darkness unseen,</span>
<br/>
<span>In the deeds of the valiant never sharing?</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nay, lies at my feet the challenge now:</span>
<br/>
<span>I will accept it for doing and daring!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Good speed to mine heart’s desire grant thou!”</span>
<br/>
<span>Not fruitless the cry of his heart’s desiring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was uttered. The God heard gracious-souled,</span>
<br/>
<span>And crowned him with honour. Winged steeds untiring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">He gave, and a chariot of gold.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So he won for his bride that maiden peerless;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For her terrible father he overcame.</span>
<br/>
<span>And she bare to him six sons battle-fearless,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Captains of war-hosts, thirsting for fame.</span>
<br/>
<span>And his portion assured hath Pelops still</span>
<br/>
<span>Where the priests the blood of the sacrifice spill;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And unto his tomb resorteth the throng</span>
<br/>
<span>Of strangers from far who have heard his story.</span>
<br/>
<span>From his grave-mound his spirit beholdeth the glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the mighty Olympian strife of the strong</span>
<br/>
<span>In the course that from Pelops its name hath ta’en,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wherein be contending the swift to run</span>
<br/>
<span>And the thews that be mighty in wrestling-strain.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And whoso therein hath the victory won,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thereafter on through his life-days ever</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweetly his peace shall flow as a river</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Blissfully gliding on</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For those Games’ sake. Yea, the good that unceasing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On man’s lot daily as dew droppeth down</span>
<br/>
<span>Is that which to each is most well-pleasing.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now is it my bounden duty to crown</span>
<br/>
<span>With a strain wherein hoof-beats triumphant ring</span>
<br/>
<span>In Aeolian mood Sicilia’s King.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And hereof is my spirit assured past doubt</span>
<br/>
<span>That amidst all men on the wide earth dwelling</span>
<br/>
<span>There is found no host whom with prouder-swelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Notes in many a winding bout</span>
<br/>
<span>Of noble song I may glorify,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, none more learned in honour’s lore,</span>
<br/>
<span>None who showeth therein more potency.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The God who guardeth thee watcheth o’er</span>
<br/>
<span>Thine hopes and thine aims, that no evil assail thee;</span>
<br/>
<span>And if⁠—O nay, but he cannot fail thee!⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">I trust ere long once more</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To chant a triumph than all more sweet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Inspiration-wafted, as one that flies</span>
<br/>
<span>In a chariot, on paths of utterance meet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Till I win unto Kronos’ Hill sunbright.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O yea, in my Muses’ quiver lies</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A song-arrow winged for stronger flight.</span>
<br/>
<span>By diverse paths men upward aspire:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Earth’s highest summit by kings is attained.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou therefore look to attain no higher</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Than earth. Be it thine on the height thou hast gained</span>
<br/>
<span>To pace mid splendour of royal achieving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy life through: mine be it no less long</span>
<br/>
<span>To consort with victors, from Hellas receiving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The world o’er praise for my song.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-2" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Theron, ruler of Akragas in Sicily, on a victory won in the chariot-race, in 476 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-2-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Songs, lords of the lyre! what God shall we hymn?⁠—what hero’s praises?⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">What man’s fame publish afar?</span>
<br/>
<span>Pisa doth Zeus own; Heracles stablished Olympia’s races</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">With the regal spoils of his war;</span>
<br/>
<span>Theron, who honours the guest, whose four steeds raced victorious,</span>
<br/>
<span>Akragas’ stay, let us chant, full flower of an ancestry glorious,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">His city’s saviour-star.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Toils bravely his fathers endured, and a hallowed home by the river</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">They reared: they were Sicily’s eye.</span>
<br/>
<span>And to crown their inborn worth, Fair Fortune attended them, giver</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of wealth and of dignity.</span>
<br/>
<span>Son of Kronos and Rhea, enthroned in Olympus, thou lord of the choicest</span>
<br/>
<span>Of contests by Alpheus’ ford, guard, since in our song thou rejoicest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">For their sons ever graciously</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Their fatherland-soil! When for right or for wrong hath been woven the tissue</span>
<br/>
<span>Of our deeds, not Time the father of all can reverse the issue.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Yet oblivion may come of the past</span>
<br/>
<span>With the dawn of a happier day; for overmastered and slain</span>
<br/>
<span>By the sunlight of happiness oft is memory’s rankling pain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">When broad and high at the last</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Prosperity grows by the fiat of God. Yea, of Kadmus’ daughters</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">This thing I have said proved true:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Sore anguish they suffered, yet mightier blessings from out the waters</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of affliction the stricken ones drew.</span>
<br/>
<span>Mid thunder-crash Semele perished, yet lives in the heavenly star-land;</span>
<br/>
<span>And Pallas and Zeus and her son, who is crowned with the ivy-garland,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Enfold her with love ever new.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With the Sea-maids, the daughters of Nereus, to Ino a life unending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In the deep is ordained for aye.</span>
<br/>
<span>But to mortals no date is appointed whereon death’s bolt descending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Shall smite; nor can any man say</span>
<br/>
<span>When one day, child of the sun, shall in calm peace close with unbroken</span>
<br/>
<span>Blessing. With sorrow and joy run life’s streams, giving no token</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">How their mutable courses will stray.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So Destiny, she who the line of the fathers of Theron hath guided</span>
<br/>
<span>To happiness, yet for their god-given bliss hath also provided</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In its season a bitter reverse,</span>
<br/>
<span>Since the hour when met in his journeying Laïus was, and killed</span>
<br/>
<span>By his doom-driven son, and the word that from Pytho went forth was fulfilled,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The old-time prophecy-curse.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Swift Erinys beheld it, and slew by hands with a brother’s blood gory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">His warrior sons. When died</span>
<br/>
<span>Polyneikes, Thersander was left to win in a new war glory,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The Adrastids’ saviour and pride.</span>
<br/>
<span>From him these trace their descent; and the son of a prince most meetly</span>
<br/>
<span>With all praises of song triumphant and lyres outpealing sweetly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">This day shall be magnified.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Olympia’s guerdon he won, and at Pytho and Isthmus the Graces,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Who his kindred have evermore blessed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Brought to his brother the crowns of the twelve-course four-horse races.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Ay, triumph to pain bringeth rest.</span>
<br/>
<span>Riches with nobleness graced of many things bring fruition,</span>
<br/>
<span>And they kindle the deep-glowing fire of the huntress of honour, Ambition,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Within their possessor’s breast,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>A lodestar that beacons afar, by whose light men steer most surely,</span>
<br/>
<span>If he who doth hold by it knoweth what shall be⁠—that they which impurely</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Here lived, shall when they have died</span>
<br/>
<span>Suffer the penalty: sins that in Zeus’s realm of light</span>
<br/>
<span>Were committed shall One judge there in the underworld Kingdom of Night,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And their awful doom shall decide.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But through sunlitten nights and days a life of bliss untoiling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Is ordained for the righteous-souled.</span>
<br/>
<span>No more for a meagre pittance they labour the land sore moiling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Nor on stormy seas are they rolled;</span>
<br/>
<span>But with them that be honoured of Gods, who had pleasure in leal oathkeeping,</span>
<br/>
<span>They have joy of a tearless life, while the wicked are endlessly reaping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Sin-harvests too dread to behold.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But they that through those three lives have endured, their spirits refraining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From sin upon each side death,<a href="#note-3" id="noteref-3" epub:type="noteref">3</a></span>
<br/>
<span>These traverse the pathway of Zeus, to the Tower of Kronos attaining,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Where the breezes of Ocean breathe</span>
<br/>
<span>Round the Isles of the Blest, where flowers all-golden like flames are glowing,</span>
<br/>
<span>Which are drooping from trees of splendour, or float on the flood soft-flowing;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And their heads and their hands they enwreathe,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As it standeth by just Rhadamanthus decreed, the eternal assessor</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Kronos the husband of Rhea, of her who is throned possessor</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of dominion the universe o’er.</span>
<br/>
<span>And Peleus and Kadmus are numbered amidst the glorified there;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the heart of Zeus by Thetis’ petition was swayed, that she bare</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Achilles to that blest shore,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Him who slew the invincible Hector, and Troy’s strong pillar did shiver,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And of whom was Kyknus slain</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Dawn-queen’s Aethiop son. Many swift shafts lie in my quiver;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To the wise is their meaning plain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the common herd need they interpreters. Who is by nature discerning</span>
<br/>
<span>Is the poet inspired; but the vehement babblers of other men’s learning</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Croak vanity⁠—crows be the twain!⁠—<a href="#note-4" id="noteref-4" epub:type="noteref">4</a></span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-2-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At the hallowed eagle of Zeus! O my soul, on the bow be thou aiming⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And at whom in all love wilt thou speed</span>
<br/>
<span>The renown-giving arrow? To Akragas send thou it, boldly proclaiming⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Bidding Truth of thine oath take heed⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>That through years five-score no city on earth hath been known to rear on</span>
<br/>
<span>Her breast any son more kindly in spirit to friends than Theron,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">None of more liberal deed.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-1-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet praise is by spite ever dogged, wherein never is justice abiding,</span>
<br/>
<span>But from grasping envy it springs; with its slanders it fain would be hiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In darkness the good deeds done</span>
<br/>
<span>By the noble of heart. But, as no man can number the great sea’s sands,</span>
<br/>
<span>So the joys on his fellow-men showered by Theron with lavish hands,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Who telleth the tale of them? None!</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-3" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Theron of Akragas, on the same victory as the preceding ode, which was probably chanted in the palace of Theron; whereas this was sung in the temple of the Twin Brethren.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-3-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Oh Tyndarids, lords of all guest-welcoming,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Oh Helen of the tresses beauty-crowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Take pleasure in my praises, when I sing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Akragas far-renowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Chanting her son’s Olympian victory,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The glory of his tireless-footed team.</span>
<br/>
<span>The Muse hath thrilled me with new harmony</span>
<br/>
<span>Of wedded song and dance, in revelry</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Where Dorian sandals gleam.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Garlands of victory twined in Theron’s hair</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Exact of me this debt that Heaven ordains</span>
<br/>
<span>For Ainesidamus’ son in order fair</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To blend the varying strains</span>
<br/>
<span>Of lyres with voice of flutes and ordering</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of chanted words; and Pisa bids proclaim</span>
<br/>
<span>His glory⁠—Pisa, poesy’s well-spring</span>
<br/>
<span>Whence, by the Gods inspired, the great songs ring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">That give men deathless fame,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even they about whose hair the silvery-gleaming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Adorning of the olive-leaf is laid</span>
<br/>
<span>By the Aetolian judge’s righteous deeming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The victor’s brows to shade,</span>
<br/>
<span>According unto Heracles’ ancient hest.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From Ister’s shadowy springs he brought this tree,</span>
<br/>
<span>When fared Amphitryon’s son on perilous quest</span>
<br/>
<span>And gave Olympia’s games this fairest, best</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Trophy of victory.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His courteous speech that Norland people swayed⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The folk who serve Apollo⁠—to bestow</span>
<br/>
<span>To his true-hearted prayer for Zeus’s glade,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Whither all Hellenes go,</span>
<br/>
<span>A shadowing tree, a universal boon,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A wreath for prowess of the mighty given.</span>
<br/>
<span>When hallowed were Zeus’ altars, lo, the Moon</span>
<br/>
<span>Of midmonth flashed her splendour plenilune</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Full in the face of Even.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then for those great Games he ordained for ever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Just judgment and a Five-year Festival</span>
<br/>
<span>By the steep banks of Alpheus’ hallowed river.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">But of fair trees and tall</span>
<br/>
<span>In Kronian Pelops’ glen, that chosen place,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His garden-close, was as a desert bare.</span>
<br/>
<span>Him-seemed it lay unscreened beneath the blaze</span>
<br/>
<span>Of scorching Helios’ arrow-darting rays.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Wherefore he yearned to fare</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To Ister’s land, where She of the swift horses,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Queen Leto’s Child, received him graciously</span>
<br/>
<span>When from the hills and winding watercourses</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">He came of Arcady,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sped on Eurystheus’ mission forth to find⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By his sire’s doom, wherefrom is no appeal⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>The Orthian Wood-queen’s golden-antlered hind,</span>
<br/>
<span>Vowed to her by Taÿgete, and signed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">With consecration’s seal.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And in that chase he looked upon the land</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That sheltered lies behind the North-wind cold,</span>
<br/>
<span>And saw its olive-trees. There did he stand</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And marvelled to behold,</span>
<br/>
<span>And dearly yearned to enring with those same trees</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The goal round which twelve times swift horses strain.</span>
<br/>
<span>Graciously still to these festivities</span>
<br/>
<span>He comes: with him be godlike presences,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Even Leda’s scions twain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>These charged he with the Great Games’ ordering</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ere hence he passed to heavenly halls afar,</span>
<br/>
<span>The struggle of strong men, the sweep and swing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of the swift-rushing car.</span>
<br/>
<span>“The Emmenids and Theron Fame hath crowned</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This day!” my soul constraineth me to cry,</span>
<br/>
<span>“Fame given by Tyndareus’ Sons the steed-renowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Since unto these of all men most they abound</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In hospitality,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-3-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“With hearts of reverence rendering due measure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of service to the Gods for ever blest.”</span>
<br/>
<span>As water chiefest is, and of all treasure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Gold is held goodliest,</span>
<br/>
<span>So Glory’s pinnacle doth Theron gain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By his high prowess: yea, his fame hath won</span>
<br/>
<span>To Heracles’ pillars! Farther to attain</span>
<br/>
<span>Wise and unwise all fruitlessly should strain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Nor press I vainly on.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-4" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Psaumis of Camarina, in Sicily, on a victory won in the chariot-race, 452 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-4-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Zeus, hurler of thunderbolts tireless-winging,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Most Highest, returneth thy Feast-tide fair</span>
<br/>
<span>To send me to wed with the lyre subtle-ringing</span>
<br/>
<span>My song: of the chiefest of all Games singing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the victor’s triumph my witness I bear.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, the hearts of the good are with joy ever leaping</span>
<br/>
<span>When friends a harvest of triumph are reaping.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Kronos’ Son, whose dominion is o’er</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Etna, the wind-scourged burden laid</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On Typho the demon of heads five-score,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Receive thou this revel-procession arrayed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For a victorv won by the Graces’ aid.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-4-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For its chant is a record for ever abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of wide-prevailing achievement’s renown,</span>
<br/>
<span>On-ushering olive-crowned Psaumis, as riding</span>
<br/>
<span>His chariot he hasteth, aglow for dividing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His fame with his own Camarina-town.</span>
<br/>
<span>May our prayers be graciously heard in heaven</span>
<br/>
<span>As we supplicate blessings yet to be given</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto him who is strenuous ever to train</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The steed, who with wide arms welcomes the guest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The pure-hearted patriot who strives to attain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Peace⁠—truth do I speak from an unfeigned breast!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of man is the trial the one proof-test.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-4-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By such trial it was that Klymenus’ son<a href="#note-5" id="noteref-5" epub:type="noteref">5</a></span>
<br/>
<span>Silenced the Lemnian women’s taunting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who mocked at his tresses grey;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the foot-race in armour of bronze he won.</span>
<br/>
<span>To Hypsipyle then with no vain vaunting,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As he passed to be crowned, did he say:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Lo there, my fleetness of foot have ye seen!</span>
<br/>
<span>And mine hands be as strong, and mine heart as keen.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, and not seldom silver-hoary</span>
<br/>
<span>Show the tresses of young men, long ere the story</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath been told of their life’s spring-day.”</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-5" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Psaumis of Camarina, on a victory won in the mule-chariot-race, (probably) in 448 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-5-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Camarina, bright daughter of Ocean, with glad spirit greet</span>
<br/>
<span>Him who the crown of Olympian achievement and glory most sweet</span>
<br/>
<span>Brings for his gifts to thee won by his car-team’s unwearying feet,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Psaumis! O nurse of a nation, to magnify thee hath he raised</span>
<br/>
<span>Altars, twin altars twice three, where at feasts of the Blessèd Ones blazed</span>
<br/>
<span>Steers that were slain; and for five days the goals of the race-course they grazed,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Chariots of horses and mules, and swift coursers. To thee consecrated</span>
<br/>
<span>All his proud glory was, and to his sire and the burg new-created.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Back from Oenomaus’ home and from Pelops’ dear dwelling he brings</span>
<br/>
<span>Songs unto Pallas Protectress of Cities; her precinct he sings,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sings of thy river Oanis, the mere that thine highland enrings.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hallowèd Hipparis sings he that quencheth thy citizens’ thirst,</span>
<br/>
<span>Floating down fast for rebuilding thee trees in his hill-cradle nursed,</span>
<br/>
<span>So that from darkness the light of new life on thy commonwealth burst.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Labour and cost for all noble achievement in one must be blended:</span>
<br/>
<span>Veiled is the issue in risk; but success is for wisdom commended.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Cloud-hidden Saviour, O Zeus who art throned on the Kronian hill-crest,</span>
<br/>
<span>Honourest Alpheus’ flood and the cave under Ida’s green breast,</span>
<br/>
<span>Suppliant I come to thee, voicing through Lydian flutes my request:</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O let this city with chivalry’s glory be aye magnified!</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou too, Olympian victor, whose god-nurtured steeds are thy pride,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto a peaceful old age mayst thou win with thy sons at thy side.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-5-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>If as a well-watered garden thy bliss be, and if thou desire not</span>
<br/>
<span>More, with thy wealth and thine honours content⁠—unto godhead aspire not!</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-6" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Agesias, a citizen both of Syracuse and of Stymphalus in Arcadia, on a victory won by his charioteer, Phintis, in the mule-car race, 468 or 472 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. Sung in Stymphalus, owing to the jealousy of his success shown (<abbr>l.</abbr> 74) by those of the opposite faction in Syracuse.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-6-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>’Neath our song’s forecourt-rooftree pillars golden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Will we uprear; a palace shall it seem.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis meet the forefront shine out far-beholden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of work that hath such splendour-flashing theme.</span>
<br/>
<span>The victor at Olympia, who withal</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is treasurer of Zeus’s oracle-altar,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who is co-founder of the glorious wall</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Syracuse⁠—shall his song-praises falter?</span>
<br/>
<span>Share not the joy his fellow-burghers all?</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Such sandal⁠—let the son of Sostratus know it⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Gleams on his foot. Deeds without peril brought</span>
<br/>
<span>To pass on land or sea win from no poet</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Honour; but of each high achievement wrought</span>
<br/>
<span>With hard toil, many the recorders are.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy deeds, Agesias, that same praise hath followed</span>
<br/>
<span>Which justly Adrastus spake and published far</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Amphiaraus, when the earth had swallowed</span>
<br/>
<span>Oïkleus’ son and his bright battle-car.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When on the seven great pyres the dead lay burning,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Before Thebes’ gates the son of Talaos cried:</span>
<br/>
<span>“For one that is not here mine heart is yearning,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Eye of mine host, good seer and warrior tried!”</span>
<br/>
<span>And this same praise in song processional</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Syracuse’ son is rendered with all fitness.</span>
<br/>
<span>I, who hate strife and disputation’s gall,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With a great oath to him I bear my witness:</span>
<br/>
<span>The sweet-voiced Muses sanction it withal.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Phintis, thy mighty mule-team harness straightway,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That we may speed along a clear highway</span>
<br/>
<span>The car, that I may reach the ancestral gateway</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whence came his race. None know so well as they</span>
<br/>
<span>To find the track, who at Olympia won</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Crowns: wherefore unto them it well beseemeth</span>
<br/>
<span>That wide the doors of song should now be thrown.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Pitane-ward, to where Eurotas gleameth</span>
<br/>
<span>Must I in season due this day begone.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now Pitane bare, by Lord Poseidon fathered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Evadne of the violet hair, men say,</span>
<br/>
<span>But hid her shame ’neath vesture-folds upgathered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Till she might send her maidens thence away,</span>
<br/>
<span>Bidding them bear her babe to Eilatus’ son</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who at Phaisane ruled in hill-girt places</span>
<br/>
<span>Arcadian, and his lot by Alpheus won.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There was Evadne nurtured: in the embraces</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Phoebus her love’s story was begun.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>She could not for her full time hide the blossom</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of a God’s love from Aipytus: keen dread</span>
<br/>
<span>And wrath no words might utter racked his bosom.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For light in darkness Pytho-ward he sped.</span>
<br/>
<span>She laid the while her girdle crimson-twined</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Neath boughs dark-shadowing, and her silver ewer.</span>
<br/>
<span>And there she bore a boy of godlike mind;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For golden-haired Apollo drew unto her</span>
<br/>
<span>The Fates, and Eileithyia travail-kind.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So from her womb in painless birth outleaping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Iamus came. Grief-stricken on the ground</span>
<br/>
<span>She left him. Came two bright-eyed serpents creeping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the Gods’ counsel; softly coiling round</span>
<br/>
<span>They fed him with the sweet dews of the bee.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But when the king from rocky Pytho riding</span>
<br/>
<span>Came, he asked all his household eagerly:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“Where is the babe Evadne bare in hiding?</span>
<br/>
<span>For fathered of Apollo’s self is he;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“A prophet shall he be all men excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To this folk: nevermore shall fail his race,”</span>
<br/>
<span>But they, “Of him have we heard no man telling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nor seen him”⁠—yet the babe was born five days!</span>
<br/>
<span>But in a pathless reed-brake, oversprayed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With gold and purple splendours was he lying,</span>
<br/>
<span>Which pansy-petals on his soft flesh rayed.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“So shall he,” spake his mother prophesying,</span>
<br/>
<span>“Bear this name that through all time shall not fade.”<a href="#note-6" id="noteref-6" epub:type="noteref">6</a></span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now when to fruitage of youth golden-pinioned</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He won, to Alpheus’ mid-stream he strode</span>
<br/>
<span>’Neath the night-stars, and on the wide-dominioned,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His grandsire, called, and Delos’ Archer-god,</span>
<br/>
<span>Praying, “Let honour nation-fostering rest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Upon mine head!” And answer made his father</span>
<br/>
<span>With voice infallible to his request:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“Arise, and to that place where all men gather</span>
<br/>
<span>Follow, my son, obeying my behest.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So reached they Kronion’s<a href="#note-7" id="noteref-7" epub:type="noteref">7</a> steep rock sunward-soaring.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There prophecy’s twin treasure gave his sire⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>To hear his voice unswerving truth outpouring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">First: then, when Heracles, that soul of fire,</span>
<br/>
<span>Should come, when he, the Alkaïds’ seed renowned,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Should found his God-sire’s Feast thronged by all nations,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all world-games with chiefest honour crowned,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Then high on Zeus’s altar of oblations</span>
<br/>
<span>A second oracle he bade him found.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thereafter through all Hellas famed in story</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Were Iamus’ sons, and prospered. High emprise</span>
<br/>
<span>They honour; so they tread the path of glory.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The achievement proves the man: but envious eyes</span>
<br/>
<span>Of slanderers follow still him on whose head</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Grace rains beauty, who before all other</span>
<br/>
<span>His chariot round the twelvefold course hath sped.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Agesias, if the forbears of thy mother,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who ’neath Kyllene had their old homestead,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With prayer and sacrifice ceased not adoring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Heaven’s herald Hermes, him in whom begun</span>
<br/>
<span>Be Games and ended, who is honour pouring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On Arcady’s hero-land⁠—He, Sostratus’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span>With his deep-thundering Sire, thy bliss fulfils.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">My tongue is poesy’s whetstone shrilly-sounding!</span>
<br/>
<span>That fancy all my willing spirit thrills</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With breathings beauty-rippling. Flower-abounding</span>
<br/>
<span>Metope in Stymphalus ringed of hills,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>My ancestress, bare Thebe chariot-glorious.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I’ll sip her dear springs, and for warriors twine</span>
<br/>
<span>A song-wreath rainbow-hued. Thy choir victorious,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Aeneas,<a href="#note-8" id="noteref-8" epub:type="noteref">8</a> teach to chant the Maid divine</span>
<br/>
<span>Hera, and know that none in after days</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With scoffed “<em>Boeotian swine!</em>” our ear abuses!</span>
<br/>
<span>A messenger thou art whose faith all praise,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O cryptic herald-staff of bright-haired Muses,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweet mixing-bowl of royal-ringing lays!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Bid Syracuse and Ortygia’s praise be chanted,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Hiero with righteous sceptre swayed</span>
<br/>
<span>Who honours Her whose feet on furrows planted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Make red the com, the great Feast of the Maid</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the White Steeds, and Zeus throned on the height</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Etna honours. Lyre and song sweet-pealing</span>
<br/>
<span>Know Hiero well. His fortune may the flight</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of time not wreck! With welcome love-revealing,</span>
<br/>
<span>King, greet this song that chants Agesias’ might,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-6-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Which from Stymphalus’ mother-town comes winging,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From home to home⁠—Sicilia, Arcady!</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis good the ship on anchors twain be swinging</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In night of storm. May Heaven propitiously</span>
<br/>
<span>Grant either folk high glory without stain.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In thy protection, Sea-lord King, enfolden</span>
<br/>
<span>Straight onward may he sail: guard him from bane,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Spouse of the Sea-queen of the distaff golden,</span>
<br/>
<span>And bless the gladsome flower of this my strain.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-7" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Diagoras of Rhodes, on his victory in boxing, 464 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. The Rhodians placed this ode, engraved in letters of gold, in their temple of Athena at Lindus.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-7-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As a father with wealth-laden hand uplifteth a cup</span>
<br/>
<span>With the flashing dew of the joy-giving wine brimmed up,</span>
<br/>
<span>And pledgeth therein the youth who hath won for a bride</span>
<br/>
<span>His daughter, and therewith giveth to him, to bear</span>
<br/>
<span>From the old home unto the new, that golden pride</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his treasures, and maketh the fair feast yet more fair,</span>
<br/>
<span>And his kinsman envied of all friends banqueting there</span>
<br/>
<span>For the marriage that joins hearts, one evermore to abide;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So send I the Song-queens’ gift, the nectar outpoured</span>
<br/>
<span>From my spirit, its vintage of sweetness, a chant to record</span>
<br/>
<span>The triumph of guerdon-winners, their victory</span>
<br/>
<span>At Olympia and Pytho gained in the athlete-strife.</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom praiseful report companioneth, happy is he!</span>
<br/>
<span>Now on one, now another the Grace that enricheth life</span>
<br/>
<span>Propitiously looks, and with manifold music of fife</span>
<br/>
<span>And of lyre sweet-echoing breathes on him melody.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To the sound of the lyre and the pipe on-sailing</span>
<br/>
<span>Homeward I come with Diagoras hailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aphrodite’s Daughter, the Bride of the Sun,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sea-girdled Rhodes, to a man fair-fighting</span>
<br/>
<span>And strong giving glory, whose clenched hand smiting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Alpheus and Castaly garlands hath won.</span>
<br/>
<span>And his father I praise, who in justice excelleth,</span>
<br/>
<span>And in Rhodes triple-citied mid warriors dwelleth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nigh Asia’s foreland that seaward doth run.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>From their line’s first father beginning, I fain would upraise,</span>
<br/>
<span>From Tlepolemus, this mine herald-song of praise,</span>
<br/>
<span>The common right this of Heracles’ puissant race;</span>
<br/>
<span>For these be descended from Zeus on the father’s side⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, this is their boast!⁠—on the mother’s their blood they trace</span>
<br/>
<span>To Amyntor through Astydameia Tlepolemus’ bride.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thick clouds of delusion the truth from men’s hearts hide:</span>
<br/>
<span>This thing would we find, yet aye it eludes our chase,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What is best for a man to attain both now and at last.</span>
<br/>
<span>For the founder of this land smote in his passionate haste</span>
<br/>
<span>Alkmena’s base-born brother a deadly blow</span>
<br/>
<span>With his olive-wood staff, as forth Likymnius came</span>
<br/>
<span>From Midea’s bower; for his spirit with wrath was aglow.</span>
<br/>
<span>In the city of Tiryns befell that sin and shame.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, the feet of the wise be misled when the soul is aflame</span>
<br/>
<span>With wrath. To the oracle fratricide-stained did he go.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And the Golden-haired spake from his shrine sweet-breathing:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Thou must voyage afar o’er a sea surf-seething,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the shore of Lerna in exile sped,</span>
<br/>
<span>To a sea-ringed land of pasture, where showered</span>
<br/>
<span>By the King of the Gods omnipotent-powered</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was a golden snow, when forth of the head</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Zeus by the axe of Hephaistus sundered</span>
<br/>
<span>Athena leapt, and her shout far thundered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That Heaven and Earth-mother quaked with dread.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hyperion’s Son, the God who bringeth the day,</span>
<br/>
<span>Commanded his children:<a href="#note-9" id="noteref-9" epub:type="noteref">9</a> “See that your debt ye repay.</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all men be ye first to uprear in your isle in my sight</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Goddess an altar: her godhead do ye revere</span>
<br/>
<span>With offerings holy, filling the souls with delight</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Allfather and Her of the thunderous-crashing spear.”</span>
<br/>
<span>It is Reverence, Forethought’s daughter, that maketh dear</span>
<br/>
<span>To the spirits of men high courage and joy of the fight.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet there cometh Oblivion’s wildering mist, to misguide</span>
<br/>
<span>The hearts of men, and to cause them to swerve aside</span>
<br/>
<span>From the deed’s straight path; and so it befell that these</span>
<br/>
<span>Not bearing the seed of flame to the altar drew nigh.</span>
<br/>
<span>So with fireless rites did they plant those hallowed trees</span>
<br/>
<span>On their citadel’s height. Yet Zeus drew over their sky</span>
<br/>
<span>A fire-hued cloud whence rained gold plenteously,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Grey-eyed made them in all craft-mysteries</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Unrivalled; for on their highways were gleaming</span>
<br/>
<span>Things living and moving to outward seeming,<a href="#note-10" id="noteref-10" epub:type="noteref">10</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So that great was their glory. Yea, craft that doth show</span>
<br/>
<span>No semblance of false pretence excelleth</span>
<br/>
<span>In the eyes of the wise. Now a legend telleth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How that Zeus and the Deathless drew lots to know</span>
<br/>
<span>How shared should the earth be. Rhodes was unrisen</span>
<br/>
<span>From the wide sea’s breast, but in darkling prison</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of abysses of brine lay far below.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But since in the place where they gathered the Sun-god was not,</span>
<br/>
<span>None for that stainless Divine One had drawn a lot;</span>
<br/>
<span>And so, when he spake of it, Zeus was minded again</span>
<br/>
<span>To cast the lots; but Helios would not: he said</span>
<br/>
<span>That he saw deep under the face of the hoary main</span>
<br/>
<span>A land upgrowing fast from its rocky bed,</span>
<br/>
<span>A land that for myriad dwellers should bring forth bread,</span>
<br/>
<span>Should rejoice in its sheep-flocks whitening hill and plain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Eftsoons unto Lachesis golden-tired spake he:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Uplift thou thine hands, and swear in sincerity</span>
<br/>
<span>The Gods’ great Oath, and pledge thee with Kronos’ Son</span>
<br/>
<span>That the isle that shall be sent up into heaven’s light</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall be mine head’s guerdon of honour while time shall run.”</span>
<br/>
<span>And the word of truth that from Lachesis’ lips took flight</span>
<br/>
<span>Was fulfilled in the end. Grew up, as a flower blooms bright,</span>
<br/>
<span>That isle from the rolling darkness of water won.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He possesseth it. Sire of the sun-arrows gleaming,</span>
<br/>
<span>The breath of whose steeds is a flame outstreaming.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With Rhodos the Isle-nymph there he lay:</span>
<br/>
<span>Seven sons he begat, who in years forgotten</span>
<br/>
<span>Were wisest of men; and of one were begotten</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ialysus, Lindus, Kameirus; and they</span>
<br/>
<span>Of their father’s land made threefold division,</span>
<br/>
<span>Neither any transgressed that righteous partition;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And after them named be their homes to this day.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>There standeth an altar, a sweet recompense for the grief</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his fall before Troy, to Tlepolemus battle-chief</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Tirynthians: as to a God do they sacrifice</span>
<br/>
<span>Victims, the reek of whose burning floats far round.</span>
<br/>
<span>And at athlete-strife in his name is awarded the prize.</span>
<br/>
<span>There twice were Diagoras’ brows with flower-wreaths bound.</span>
<br/>
<span>And at Isthmus the famed four times, and at Nemea crowned</span>
<br/>
<span>Once and again, and at crag-built Athens twice.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At Argos the victors’ bronze shield knoweth him well;</span>
<br/>
<span>Memorials in Thebes and Arcadia his glory tell;</span>
<br/>
<span>At Pellene in games Boeotian the prize did he gain;</span>
<br/>
<span>Six times in Aegina he conquered; in Megara</span>
<br/>
<span>The column of stone doth chant none other strain.</span>
<br/>
<span>O Father Zeus, who holdest omnipotent sway</span>
<br/>
<span>Over wild Atabyrium’s ridges, honour this day</span>
<br/>
<span>The victory-hymn that use and wont ordain!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-7-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And the hero whose hands have so gallantly striven,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto him be all worshipful honour given</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Alike of the stranger and citizen.</span>
<br/>
<span>For he treadeth the path that from insolence turneth:</span>
<br/>
<span>Great lessons bequeathed by his fathers he learneth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By his true heart taught. Thou, hide not from men</span>
<br/>
<span>His fame who from Kallianax’ blood springeth.</span>
<br/>
<span>With the Eratids’ joy lo, all Rhodes ringeth!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet the winds in an hour may be veering again.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-8" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Alkimedon of Aegina, on his victory in the Boys’ wrestling-match, 460 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. His brother, Timosthenes, and his trainer, Melesias the Athenian, have a share in the praises of the ode.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-8-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Mother of contests golden-crowned, O Queen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of truth, Olympia, where from sacrifice</span>
<br/>
<span>Diviners seek the will of Zeus to glean,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who hurls white-flickering lightnings through the skies,</span>
<br/>
<span>To wot if he hath any word of grace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For men whose hearts yearn hotly to attain</span>
<br/>
<span>To high achievement, and a breathing-space</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From toil to gain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>This he vouchsafes to reverent prayer and vow.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Pisan precinct fair with olive-lines,</span>
<br/>
<span>Welcome this victory-procession thou,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the crown-bearing! Bright his glory shines</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom splendour of thy guerdon shall attend!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ay, diverse boons to diverse men be given,</span>
<br/>
<span>And many paths to happiness ascend</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">By grace of Heaven.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Timosthenes, to Zeus, who hath in keeping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thine house, thee and thy brother Destiny</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Allotted: He at Nemea honoured thee,</span>
<br/>
<span>And Kronos’ Hill saw glory’s harvest-reaping,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Alkimedon’s Olympian victory.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Goodly of presence, not by deeds he shamed</span>
<br/>
<span>His beauty! He, in wresthng-bout victorious,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aegina of far-sweeping oars proclaimed</span>
<br/>
<span>His home. There Saviour Themis, throned all-glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With Guest-ward Zeus, is most with honour named.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Far-reaching issues, whose decision still</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shifteth, with mind unwarped to judge of these</span>
<br/>
<span>Fairly, is hard: yet sure the Immortals’ will</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ordained this island rampired by the seas</span>
<br/>
<span>To be for strangers out of every clime</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A god-reared pillar of strength, land of the free⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Oh may the years in this work through all time</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Toil tirelessly!⁠—</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>This isle committed unto Dorian hands</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To be Heaven’s stewards, since, in Aiakus’ days,</span>
<br/>
<span>When Phoebus and the Girder of all lands</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A tower-coronal for Troy would raise,</span>
<br/>
<span>And as their fellow-builder bade him come</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To rear that wall, which should, when wars awoke,</span>
<br/>
<span>Breathe out, when battle brought her day of doom,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Wild-billowing smoke.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Scarce was it built, when, with eyes lurid-glaring,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Three dragons leapt to scale its ramparts high.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now twain of these fell back, and suddenly</span>
<br/>
<span>Died, writhing as in impotent despairing:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the third leapt in with fierce battle-cry.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That portent Phoebus pondered; then spake he:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Aiakus, where thine hands reared this stone wonder,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There breached and taken Pergamus shall be,</span>
<br/>
<span>As this sign sent down by the Lord of Thunder,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Zeus, Kronos’ Son, revealeth unto me.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“This shall thine house accomplish. Troy shall fall</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Stormed by thy son and thy fourth in descent.”</span>
<br/>
<span>So plainly spake the God, and therewithal</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Xanthus and the fleet-horsed Amazons went,</span>
<br/>
<span>And unto Ister speeding fast his car.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With golden team the Trident-wielder fares</span>
<br/>
<span>To Isthmus oversea, and Aiakus far</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To Aegina bears.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thence, to behold his glorious festival,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Corinth’s mountain-ridge he bore him on.</span>
<br/>
<span>No praise of song is sweet alike to all:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If I retrace all fame Melesias<a href="#note-11" id="noteref-11" epub:type="noteref">11</a> won</span>
<br/>
<span>Through boys, no stone at me let envy fling!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I sing of honours no less high attained</span>
<br/>
<span>At Nemea, and of crowns pankratian sing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">By his men gained.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To teach is no hard task for him who knoweth;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But who unlearned would teach, a fool is he,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For wit untrained hath no stability.</span>
<br/>
<span>But this Melesias best of all men showeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How with the strong to strive victoriously,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Teacheth what training shall to triumph guide</span>
<br/>
<span>Our champion to repeat the oft-told story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In those great Games, of longed-for victory’s pride.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now hath Alkimedon achieved that glory⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Melesias’ thirtieth triumph published wide!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By God’s grace, and by his own prowess he</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath vanquished striplings four. Ha! not for him,</span>
<br/>
<span>But them, to steal back home shamefacedly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shrinking from taunting tongues through bypaths dim!</span>
<br/>
<span>His victory hath thrilled his old grandsire</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With strength that o’er eld’s frailty triumpheth.</span>
<br/>
<span>For he that hath attained his heart’s desire</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Forgetteth death.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>I must awaken Memory, I wis,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To tell the glory of old champions’ might,</span>
<br/>
<span>The Blepsiads’ conquering sons: the sixth crown this</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That wreathes their brows from those games garland-dight.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, their dead fathers have their share therein,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When due memorial rites are not forgot.</span>
<br/>
<span>The grace of honour living kinsmen win</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The dust hides not.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-8-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The song by Hermes’ child, Glad-tidings, chanted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall Iphion hear, his bright Olympic fame,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And to Kallimachus shall tell the same,<a href="#note-12" id="noteref-12" epub:type="noteref">12</a></span>
<br/>
<span>The glory Zeus to this old House hath granted.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With triumph on triumph may he crown their name,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And aye avert affliction’s bitter blow!</span>
<br/>
<span>And, for the glory in their lot, may never</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">God’s jealousy make Nemesis their foe.</span>
<br/>
<span>May he exalt them and their country, ever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Vouchsafing them a life unvexed of woe.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-9" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IX</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Ephannostus of Opus, in Eastern Locris, on his victory in wrestling, 468 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-9-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Archilochus’ chant of the sweet voice singing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Olympian hymn of victory,<a href="#note-13" id="noteref-13" epub:type="noteref">13</a></span>
<br/>
<span>With its threefold measure of triumph outringing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sufficed to lead onward the revelry</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the Hill of Kronos, as paced along</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Epharmostus amidst of his comrade-throng.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But now with such soul-stirring arrows of song</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As in these our days fly fittingly</span>
<br/>
<span>Shot from the Muses’ bows far-ranging,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sing praises, my soul, unto Zeus, whose hand</span>
<br/>
<span>Hurls red-glowing lightnings sin-avenging;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the holy foreland of Elis-land</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Praise thou, the land which long agone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Pelops the hero, Lydia’s son,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With Hippodameia for dowry won,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The glorious clasp of her wedlock-band.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And a sweet feathered shaft on the bowstring laying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Pytho-ward shoot thou: not to the ground</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall thy words fall, when thy fingers are straying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er the quivering strings of the lyre, to sound</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The praise of a lord of the wrestling-ring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who from Opus the famed came journeying;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the glory of that good town do thou sing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the praise of her champion triumph-crowned.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis a city that Themis and Safety-bestower,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her child Fair Governance, won for their own;</span>
<br/>
<span>And in knightly deeds she blooms as a bower;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For by Castaly’s fountain her praise is known,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Alpheus murmureth her renown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where blow fair flowers for victory’s crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To shine on the brows of the mother-town</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Lokris, with trees girt stately-grown.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The light of my song shall fierily blaze</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er this city so dear unto me,</span>
<br/>
<span>And swifter than high-mettled steed can race</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Or a white-winged galley can flee,</span>
<br/>
<span>I will speed this story of Opus’ glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Far, far over land, over sea,</span>
<br/>
<span>If by Destiny guided my hand essay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To gather fruit and flower</span>
<br/>
<span>In the Graces’ garden of gardens, for they</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All things delightsome shower.</span>
<br/>
<span>Whether hero or poet one be, he doth owe it</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Heaven’s all-gracious power.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>How else could Heracles’ arm have wielded</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Mace against Trident in battle-strain?⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>When by Poseidon was Pylos shielded,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the Sea-god pressed on the Hero amain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When fast did the arrows of Phoebus fly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As the silver bow rang terribly,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Neither Hades refrained him from swinging on high</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His staff, till his blows flashed down like rain⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>The staff wherewithal through the cavernous portals</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of his mansion he leadeth, that Underworld-king,</span>
<br/>
<span>The shadowy forms of perished mortals:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nay, nay, this slander afar from thee fling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O mouth of mine! Him who dares impeach</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Gods, him hatefullest wisdom doth teach!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O yea, for untimely bold-mouthed speech</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Doth with strains insensate of madness ring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Babble not thou in witless folly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of battle and war of Immortals, nor dare</span>
<br/>
<span>Blaspheme them! Nay, to the city holy</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Protogeneia thy song-gift bear,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Telling how by His dooming who wields evermore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The flickering lightning, the thunder’s roar,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Deukalion and Pyrrha long of yore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Fixed their first habitation there,</span>
<br/>
<span>When down from Parnassus they came, and unmated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Aphrodite in wedlock-yoke,</span>
<br/>
<span>Out of the stones of the field created</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A race that should be thenceforth one folk;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And from stones were they named, that stone-born race.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Awaken for these thy clear-ringing lays!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O yea, old wine well mayest thou praise;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But ’tis song’s fresh flowers that our praises provoke.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Out of old days cometh a legend which saith</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That the great deep’s fountains rained</span>
<br/>
<span>On the dark earth’s bosom a deluge of death,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Till, by counsels of Zeus restrained,</span>
<br/>
<span>The flood-tide sinking with waters shrinking</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Swiftly was seaward drained.</span>
<br/>
<span>And this stone-born generation’s sons</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Your grey forefathers were,</span>
<br/>
<span>All valiant bearers of shields of bronze,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom Iapetus’ daughters bare</span>
<br/>
<span>When they made affiance with Kronos’ scions,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And kings of their blood reigned there,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Till the Lord of Olympus, from earth upraising</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The daughter of Opus, wafted his bride</span>
<br/>
<span>To a lone spot meet for a God’s embracing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Mid Mainalus’ ridges, and lay by her side.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thereafter to Lokrus the childless he brought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That maid, lest the fingers of eld should blot</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Out his name, and his line be continued not</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If heirless the king of the land should have died.</span>
<br/>
<span>But the king’s bride bare till her time’s fulfilling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The seed of the Mightiest ’neath her zone;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the hero rejoiced with a joy heart-thrilling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er the fair babe not of his own seed sown;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And he gave him his mother’s father’s name,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And a man pre-eminent he became</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In goodlihead and in deeds of fame,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And his sire gave a city to rule for his own.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And there unto him were gathered strangers:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From Argos the horse-land, from Thebes they hied,</span>
<br/>
<span>And from Pisa, and Arcady’s mountain-rangers;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But of all that came in his land to abide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was Aegina’s and Aktor’s son honoured most,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Menoitius, whose son with the Atreids’ host</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto Teuthras’ plain by the Troyland coast</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sailed. There alone by Achilles’ side</span>
<br/>
<span>Steadfast he stood, when Telephus turning</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The valiant Danaans backward in flight,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of their sea-pacing galleys essayed the burning;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So that all men knew who could deem aright</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That a brave soul dwelt in Patroclus’ breast.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the son of Thetis with earnest request</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Exhorted him, yea, with insistent behest:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“Never hereafter in murderous fight</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Do thou range thyself mid the battle-strain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From my man-quelling spear afar!”</span>
<br/>
<span>O that to fit praise I may attain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of those that your champions are,</span>
<br/>
<span>As, bearing my burden of glory’s guerdon,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I speed in the Song-queen’s car!</span>
<br/>
<span>And may Daring attend me close at my side</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Power all-compassing!</span>
<br/>
<span>For hither at friendship’s call have I hied,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And at Chivalry’s summons I sing</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Lampromachus telling in prowess excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the Isthmian athlete-ring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, in the same day stood victorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He and his brother in mimic fray;</span>
<br/>
<span>And at Corinth’s gates was the name twice glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Epharmostus in athlete-play.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Other wreaths did he win him in Nemea’s vale,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And at Argos again did his prowess prevail,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When in strife with men did he nowise fail,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As he failed not at Athens in boyhood’s day.</span>
<br/>
<span>And what contest was that, when, waxing bolder,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the boys’ ranks stealing at Marathon,</span>
<br/>
<span>He abode the grapple of strong men older</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Than he, for the silver cups to be won;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And by ring-craft that shifteth its balance fast</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Never falling, he threw them. As tempest-blast</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rang the cheering, as down the arena he passed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In his goodlihead, goodliest deeds who had done.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At the festal assembly of Zeus Lycaean</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wondrous he showed in Parrhasia’s sight,</span>
<br/>
<span>And again at Pellene’s games Heraean</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He won him a warm defence from the spite</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the blasts of winter, a mantle-vest.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the sepulchre where Iolaus doth rest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Eleusis beside the sea attest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The splendour of all his deeds of might.</span>
<br/>
<span>The gifts that by Nature’s self be given</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Are ever the best; yet many there be</span>
<br/>
<span>That by learning of teachers have painfully striven</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To attain unto honour’s felicity.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the deed whose achievement no God hath blessed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That it never be published abroad is best.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Some paths there be that in glory’s quest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lead farther than others her votary.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-9-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>One path of endeavour, ye well may deem,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Leads not all men unto fame.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ah, steep are poesy’s heights supreme;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet, Muse, when thou crownest his name</span>
<br/>
<span>With thy guerdon of singing, with shout high-ringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Fearlessly then proclaim</span>
<br/>
<span>Of our champion, that Nature hath dowered him</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the favour of Fate the divine,</span>
<br/>
<span>With deftness of hand, with litheness of limb,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With valour’s light in his eyne,</span>
<br/>
<span>And that now victorious hath he made glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Oïlean Aias’ shrine.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-10" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">X</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Agesidamus of Locri Epizephyrii, (on the <abbr epub:type="se:compass">S. E.</abbr> coast of Italy), on his victory in the Boys’ wrestling-match, 476 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. This Ode was written to be sung at his home in Locri, and is later in date than the next, which was chanted at Olympia immediately after the victory.<a href="#note-14" id="noteref-14" epub:type="noteref">14</a></p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-10-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Read ye to me his name⁠—upon mine inmost heart ’tis writ⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Archestratus’ son, he who won the Olympian victory:</span>
<br/>
<span>I owe him a sweet triumph-song⁠—I had forgotten it!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At last, O Muse, and thou, O Truth, the child of Zeus most high,</span>
<br/>
<span>Do ye with your atoning hands make of the offence an end:</span>
<br/>
<span>Blot out the stain of broken troth, the sin against a friend!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>From far hath come accusing Time with wings that slowly trail</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet surely, crying shame on me for my deep debt unpaid.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet if with usury I pay it now, this may avail</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To lift the burden, hush the lips that faithlessness upbraid.</span>
<br/>
<span>My song shall swell as rolling surge that sweeps the shingle down,</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall pay the wronged one friendship’s debt, shall chant his land’s renown.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Unswerving Honour’s home is there beside the western seas.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Lokrians’ burg. They reverence the Queen of Epic Song</span>
<br/>
<span>And Ares bronze-arrayed. Yea, even mighty Heracles</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Must needs before your Kyknus flee, a foeman over-strong.</span>
<br/>
<span>To Has let the Olympian victor render thanks this day,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who trained Agesidamus’ hands for that grim gauntlet-play;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As oft Patroclus thanked Achilles, saith the old-time story.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The man for high achievement born shall win yet higher glory</span>
<br/>
<span>If one with God’s help whet his spirit’s edge to each essay.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The joy of triumph few have won without hard toil, I ween,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The joy that is a light of life that makes the toil seem naught.</span>
<br/>
<span>Statutes of Zeus have kindled me to sing the peerless queen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of contests, which beside the tomb of Pelops ancient-wrought</span>
<br/>
<span>Did Heracles with altars six found in that haunted dell</span>
<br/>
<span>When Kteatus, Poseidon’s flawless son, before him fell;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And Eurytus he slew withal, to wrest his hire thereby</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For service wrought, which Augeas the tyrant grudged to pay.</span>
<br/>
<span>Couched in a copse ’neath Kleonae in ambush did he lie,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And as they came, leapt forth and fought and slew them in the way;</span>
<br/>
<span>For Molos’ haughty sons had slaughtered his Tirynthian men</span>
<br/>
<span>Erewhile by treachery, as they lay encamped in Elis’ glen.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And verily it was not long ere that Epeian lord</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Guest-faithless saw his wealth-abounding land and his own town</span>
<br/>
<span>Beneath the fire’s remorseless breath and iron stroke of sword</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Into the dark unfathomed gulf of ruin sinking down.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, when a man hath rushed into contention, hard it is</span>
<br/>
<span>To win forth thence, and loose the grip of mightier foes, I wis.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, Augeas’ self, brought by his redeless counsel to confusion,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was captive taken at the last, nor ’scaped sin’s retribution,</span>
<br/>
<span>Hurled down to death, as one who falls from some sheer precipice.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then Zeus’s mighty son assembled all his battle-band</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And all the spoil of war: a sacred precinct did he trace</span>
<br/>
<span>In Pisa for his sire supreme, and fenced on every hand</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Altis, and the bounds thereof in a clear open space</span>
<br/>
<span>He marked out, and for rest and feasting all the plain around</span>
<br/>
<span>Ordained; and so was Alpheus’ stream by him with honour crowned,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With the twelve Royal Gods; and on the height therein bestowed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The name of Kronos’ Hill; for when Oenomaus was king</span>
<br/>
<span>Nameless it was, a crest by clouds of winter oversnowed.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And while men bowed them in that rite primeval worshipping,</span>
<br/>
<span>The Fates were there unseen, yet close they stood beside him then,</span>
<br/>
<span>And Time was there, who of the truth alone convinceth men.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For, journeying onward, clearly Time hath told truth manifest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How Heracles took battle’s gifts, how he divided all,</span>
<br/>
<span>And to those Gods apportioned out of all the spoils the best,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And with due sacrifice ordained that fifth-year festival,</span>
<br/>
<span>That first Olympiad whose fame has pealed the ages down.</span>
<br/>
<span>And who were they, the first that won that new-appointed crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With battling hands, with racing feet, with chariot swiftly flying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who in their hearts the vision saw of glory’s wreath undying,</span>
<br/>
<span>And by their deeds of prowess won unperishing renown?</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Adown the straight course of the racing-track Likyminius’ son</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Oionus sped: fast did his feet before all rivals bound:</span>
<br/>
<span>From Midea’s gates in Argolis he led his war-host on.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And by his wrestling Echemus made Tegea renowned.</span>
<br/>
<span>The gauntlet-fighters’ guerdon from the lists Doryklus bore</span>
<br/>
<span>Who dwelt in Tiryns. In the chariot-race of horses four</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Samos of Mantinea, Halirhothius’ son, sped fast</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Beyond the rest; and Phrastus’ lance with aim unerring flew;</span>
<br/>
<span>And Nikeus past all rival marks the huge stone discus cast,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The weight that whirling round with circling sweep of hand he threw.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then thundered forth the mighty cheer from all his war-mates there.</span>
<br/>
<span>And lo, the fair-faced moon’s sweet light lit up the evening air.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then rang the close with songs, as music rings through banquet-hall.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So voices still the victor sing, and feet the revel tread.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now, as the grey beginnings of those contests we recall,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">We too, in song named after Victory stately-charioted,</span>
<br/>
<span>Will chant the thunder’s praise, the fiery-handed flames that fly</span>
<br/>
<span>In crimson-flickering bolts of Him who wakes the thunder’s cry,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And sendeth down upon the earth his lurid-gleaming levin</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which sealeth every victory with Zeus’s sign from heaven.</span>
<br/>
<span>And consonant with flutes shall ring my song’s rich melody,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Which here by Dirke’s stream renowned hath come to light at last.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As welcome to that father comes a son in wedlock born</span>
<br/>
<span>Whose feet unto the further slope of young life’s hill have passed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And lights a love-flame in the heart that was of joy forlorn⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>For to a dying man is death a thing to hate yet more</span>
<br/>
<span>If alien heirs like sheep shall herd his wealth of garnered store;⁠—</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even so, Agesidamus, when from emprise nobly wrought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A man descendeth all unsung to mansions of the dead,</span>
<br/>
<span>Scant pleasure all his toil hath won, his breath was spent for nought.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But upon thee the sweet-voiced lyre and dulcet flute have shed</span>
<br/>
<span>The grace of all their winsomeness: like some wide-spreading tree</span>
<br/>
<span>By those Zeus-born Pierian Maids thy fame shall fostered be.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-10-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And I, their earnest fellow-worker, to mine heart enfold</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This glorious race of Lokrians. Song’s honey-dew I shower</span>
<br/>
<span>On that burg of heroic men. Thy praises have I told,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Archestratus’ all-comely son, whose victory in that hour</span>
<br/>
<span>Achieved by prowess of thine hand by mine own eyes was seen.</span>
<br/>
<span>Beside the altar crowned in that Olympian demesne</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I saw him! Goodly was his presence, strength and beauty blended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With that spring-bloom which glowed on Ganymede when he ascended</span>
<br/>
<span>Heaven-high above death’s ruthless clutch, by favour of Love’s Queen.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-11" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Agesidamus of Lokri Epizephyrii, for the same victory as the preceding Ode. Chanted at Olympia on the day of victory.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-11-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Sometimes the wind-battalions shouting loud</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Do men most service, now again</span>
<br/>
<span>The rains of heaven, the children of the cloud,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Bring blessing in their train.</span>
<br/>
<span>But when by toil one winneth victory,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The singer’s honey-throated lays</span>
<br/>
<span>Upringing, plant for fame that yet shall be</span>
<br/>
<span>A sure foundation, are a prophecy</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of exploits worthy praise.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-11-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Far beyond envy are the praises stored</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For victors at Olympia crowned.</span>
<br/>
<span>Songs are my sheep; I, as some shepherd-lord,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Find them fair pasture-ground.</span>
<br/>
<span>By God’s gift inspiration bloometh aye</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the bard’s heart unfadingly.</span>
<br/>
<span>Son of Archestratus, know thou this day,</span>
<br/>
<span>Agesidamus, that my victory-lay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Shall sweetly sound for thee,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-11-3">
<header>
<p>Epode</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Shall for the triumph of thy ring-craft grace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With splendour thy bright olive-wreath,</span>
<br/>
<span>And honour therewithal the Lokrian race</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Fanned by the West-wind’s breath.</span>
<br/>
<span>O Song-queens, hither speed your festal feet!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I pledge me in sincerity</span>
<br/>
<span>No guest-repelling folk ye there shall meet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Nor in fair chivalry</span>
<br/>
<span>Unschooled: nay, over wisdom’s heights they range,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">They with the spear were valiant ever.</span>
<br/>
<span>That these be like their sires is nowise strange:</span>
<br/>
<span>Red fox and thunder-throated lion change</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Their inborn nature never.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-12" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Ergoteles of Himera in Sicily (whither he had come to live when forced by political faction to leave his native city of Knossus in Crete), on his victory in the long foot-race (three miles), 472 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-12-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hear, O thou Daughter of Zeus the Deliverer, Fortune the Saver</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From peril! Keep watch and ward, I implore,</span>
<br/>
<span>Over Himera, burg of the far-stretching might; for ’tis by thy favour</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That ships be steered to their haven-shore</span>
<br/>
<span>Over the sea; and torrent-like wars, and council-decisions</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Be guided on land. Tossed high, whelmed low</span>
<br/>
<span>Be the hopes of men, as over a sea of delusive visions</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Cleaving the treacherous waves they go.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-12-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But through all the years never any of men on the earth abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath found sure tokens from God to reveal</span>
<br/>
<span>How he shall fare in the days to come, but in darkness hiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Are the future’s warnings of woe or weal.</span>
<br/>
<span>Many chances to men have befallen, yea, past all expectation:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Some plunge from joy into sorrow’s abyss;</span>
<br/>
<span>And some, who have battled with troublous surges, by sudden mutation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their anguish have changed for the height of bliss.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-12-3">
<header>
<p>Epode</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O son of Philanor, verily even thy swift feet’s glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Had as dead leaves faded, unmarked, uncrowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>There by the hearth of thy fathers: thy name had been heard not in story;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As a home-fighting cock hadst thou been unrenowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Had contention in Knossus of burgher with burgher in conflict gory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the homeland not left thee no foot of ground.</span>
<br/>
<span>But now at Olympia, Ergoteles, winning a victory-garland</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And at Isthmus, at Pytho, twain⁠—by these</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou exaltest to honour the steaming Baths of the Nymphs in a far land,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On thine own lands dwelling in stormless peace.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-13" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XIII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Xenophon of Corinth (whose father had won the foot-race forty years before), on his double victory in the Foot-race and the Pentathlon⁠—an unprecedented feat. The Pentathlon consisted of five events, foot-race, long jump, discus, javelin, wrestling. Victory in three events assured a competitor of the crown. 464 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-13-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now, while I laud a house that thrice can vaunt</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Olympian victory, gracious to the guest,</span>
<br/>
<span>To fellow-burghers courteous, I will chant</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With theirs the praise of Corinth heaven-blest.</span>
<br/>
<span>Here Isthmian Poseidon fixed his portals,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This city glorious⁠—noble sons are hers!</span>
<br/>
<span>Here hath Fair Governance her home mid mortals,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Here dwell her sisters, city-stablishers,</span>
<br/>
<span>Justice, and Peace her fellow-fosterling:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">God’s stewards of true wealth to men they be,</span>
<br/>
<span>Themis’s golden daughters, they who bring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wise counsels from the Queen of Equity;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And resolute are they afar to scare</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Insolence, glutted greed’s tongue-shameless dam.</span>
<br/>
<span>Fair witness of them it is mine to bear;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By forthright boldness spurred to speak I am.</span>
<br/>
<span>None can suppress our nature’s inborn powers,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hide them can none. On you, Aletes’ seed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Oftentimes have the Seasons crowned with flowers</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Bestowed the splendour of the victor’s meed</span>
<br/>
<span>As upon men with hero-prowess fired,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Men in the sacred Games with victory wreathed;</span>
<br/>
<span>And oft into men’s souls have they inspired</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Devices wise by them of old bequeathed.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To him of whom first each invention came</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is all the honour due. Who caused to appear</span>
<br/>
<span>Dionysus’ graces, with the dithyramb</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That wins the ox? Who unto horses’ gear</span>
<br/>
<span>Added the rein? On temples god-enshrining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who set the twofold image of the king</span>
<br/>
<span>Of birds? Flower-fragrant there the Muse is shining,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Ares spear-girt by a warrior-ring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Olympian Lord most high, who far and wide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Reignest, grudge not fulfilment of my prayer</span>
<br/>
<span>Through all time! May this city’s folk abide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In safety! May the breeze of fortune fair</span>
<br/>
<span>That breathes on Xenophon, blow constant ever!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The due procession singing home his crown</span>
<br/>
<span>Accept thou, as from Pisa’s plain and river</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He leads it onward to his native town.</span>
<br/>
<span>For victor in the Contests Five is he</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in the foot-race: so hath he attained</span>
<br/>
<span>Such glory multiplied of victory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As mortal never yet before hath gained.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And shadowed was his head by garlands twain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When Isthmus saw him win the parsley-meed:</span>
<br/>
<span>Kindness no less from Nemea did he gain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The record of his father’s lightning speed</span>
<br/>
<span>Is treasured still where Alpheus softly paces.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, and at Pytho by his feet were won</span>
<br/>
<span>The crowns of honour in the twofold races,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Single and double, under one day’s sun.</span>
<br/>
<span>In that same month at rocky Athens-town</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A day fulfilled of glorious victory</span>
<br/>
<span>Set on his hair crown after victor’s crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whose flying feet had won him races three.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Seven times Hellotia crowned him. ’Twere too long</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To tell how with their father Ptoiadore</span>
<br/>
<span>Did Terpsias and Eritimus strong<a href="#note-15" id="noteref-15" epub:type="noteref">15</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Triumph in games beside the Sea-god’s shore;</span>
<br/>
<span>How oft at Delphi ye, and in the Lion’s</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Dark glen stood first⁠—though my song-treasury</span>
<br/>
<span>Outrival all bards, their tale bids defiance</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To reckoning; countless as the sands they be.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But to each thing pertaineth measure meet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And best of all it is to know aright</span>
<br/>
<span>The fit time. I, who sail in your great fleet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet choose mine own course, sing the battle-might</span>
<br/>
<span>And wisdom of old days, and in the telling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lie not⁠—of heroism’s highways trod</span>
<br/>
<span>By Corinth, and of Sisyphus excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In cunning counsels even as some God,</span>
<br/>
<span>And of Medea, her who dared defy</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her father, chose at her own heart’s behest</span>
<br/>
<span>A bridegroom, and the saviour was thereby</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Argo and the Heroes of the Quest.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Again of old when dashed the war’s red seas</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Against Troy’s walls, ’twas ever Corinth’s sons</span>
<br/>
<span>That swayed to either side war’s balance, these</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Helping Atreides and his mighty ones</span>
<br/>
<span>To win back Helen, those to make resistance</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto the uttermost, when Danaans quailed</span>
<br/>
<span>Before strong Glaukus, who from the far distance</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Lycia’s highlands flashed on them bronze-mailed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And vaunted of his father’s empery</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Over the city of Peirene there,</span>
<br/>
<span>And of his heritage of deep-loamed lea,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And of his stately palace royal-fair,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That sire who sorely suffered by the spring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where he would fain bind snake-haired Gorgon’s son</span>
<br/>
<span>Pegasus. Dreaming, he saw Pallas bring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The bridle that with golden frontlet shone:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>And lo, ’twas no dream! “Aiolid prince, awake thee!”</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">She cried⁠—“Receive this spell to charm yon steed.</span>
<br/>
<span>To thine horse-taming Sire with this betake thee;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There let a white bull on his altar bleed.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thus as he slumbered in the gloom of night,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Maid of the Dark Aegis seemed to say.</span>
<br/>
<span>Upleaping, on his feet he stood upright,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And seized the marvel that beside him lay.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then joyously to Corinth’s seer he wended,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And to the son of Koiranus he showed</span>
<br/>
<span>How that strange venture of the night had ended,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How, trusting all the prophet did forebode,</span>
<br/>
<span>He laid him down to sleep all through the night</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Upon the altar in Athene’s fane;</span>
<br/>
<span>How she, the Child of Him whose lance of light</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is levin, with her own hands did she deign</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To bring to him the spirit-taming gold.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The seer bade haste that vision to obey;</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Wide-ruler who doth earth enfold</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The bull, the mighty-footed beast, to slay;</span>
<br/>
<span>And then to rear to Pallas chariot-reining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">An altar. Ah, by power of Gods is brought</span>
<br/>
<span>To pass a thing transcending prayers’ attaining,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Transcending all hope⁠—effortlessly wrought!</span>
<br/>
<span>So was it now; for strong Bellerophon</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With haste impetuous hied him forth to quell</span>
<br/>
<span>That winged steed⁠—lo, the victory was won</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When touched his jaws the fury-stilling spell!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He sprang on Pegasus’ back; in brazen mail</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Arrayed to play the play of swords he sped;</span>
<br/>
<span>And riding on that steed did he assail</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the chill cloudland’s folds untenanted</span>
<br/>
<span>The Amazon host, the maids that bear the quiver;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Fire-breath’d Chimaera slew and Solymi.</span>
<br/>
<span>That steed in Zeus’s stalls abideth ever:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His rider’s doom I pass in silence by.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But, as I hurl the whizzing casting-spear,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">My shaft beside the mark I may not speed.</span>
<br/>
<span>To Song-queens splendour-throned with joy draws near</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their champion, and to Oligaithus’ seed.</span>
<br/>
<span>How oft at Nemea these have shone victorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And at the Isthmus, all will I comprise</span>
<br/>
<span>In few words: of the record passing-glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">My tale a truthful witness ratifies⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, under oath⁠—that noble herald’s tongue</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which published threescore victories in the names</span>
<br/>
<span>Of this House⁠—welcome-sweet his accents rung!⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When Nemea and the Isthmus held their games.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Touching their victories at Olympia won,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Meseems, the tale already hath been told;</span>
<br/>
<span>And of the great deeds that shall yet be done,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their tale hereafter shall my song unfold</span>
<br/>
<span>Clearly. I hope now: with God lies the issue;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But, if this House’s fortune speed, I trow,</span>
<br/>
<span>Zeus and the War-god’s hands shall weave the tissue</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of that bright future. ’Neath Parnassus’ brow</span>
<br/>
<span>Six triumphs won they: all at Argos gained</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Thebes, and where by that Lykaian height</span>
<br/>
<span>The altar royal unto Zeus ordained</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall witness in Arcadia’s people’s sight,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-13-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And in Pellene, Megara, Sikyon,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in the Aiakids’ close fair-walled around,</span>
<br/>
<span>And at Eleusis, shining Marathon,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And towns by Etna’s huge mass overfrowned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Euboea⁠—nay, all Hellas through, thy questing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall prove them countless. Zeus, who answerest prayer,</span>
<br/>
<span>Light let their feet glide on! Be honour resting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On these, all bliss be theirs and fortune fair!</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="olympian-14" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XIV</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Asopichus of Orchomenus, in Boeotia, on his victory in the Boys’ short foot-race, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 488 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="olympian-14-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O ye who your lot by Kephisus have found,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ye who dwell in the land where the swift horse races,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O bright Orchomenus’ queens, ye Graces</span>
<br/>
<span>Who compass the ancient Minyans round</span>
<br/>
<span>With your guardian arms, O song-renowned,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now hearken my prayer! By your bounty all pleasure,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All sweet things on menfolk descend in full measure,</span>
<br/>
<span>All wisdom, all beauty, all fame with its splendour.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis with help that the Graces, the worshipful, render</span>
<br/>
<span>That the Gods’ own dancings and feastings be holden;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, these be dispensers of all things in Heaven.</span>
<br/>
<span>By the side of the Lord of the bow all-golden,</span>
<br/>
<span>Pythian Apollo, be thrones to them given;</span>
<br/>
<span>The Olympian Sire are they ever adoring,</span>
<br/>
<span>And his majesty’s fountain for aye outpouring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="olympian-14-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Daughters of Zeus of the Gods most high,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Euphrosyne lover of song, and Aglaia,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And thou who dost joy in the chant, Thalia,</span>
<br/>
<span>Hearken ye now to our suppliant cry!</span>
<br/>
<span>Look down as our triumphing troop sweeps by,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As onward with lightsome foot it is pacing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The victor’s fortune of happiness gracing.</span>
<br/>
<span>I come hither the praise of Asopichus singing,</span>
<br/>
<span>In Lydian measure my chant outringing,</span>
<br/>
<span>For that now is the Minyan House victorious</span>
<br/>
<span>By your grace at Olympia. Fly, Echo, telling</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto old Kleodamus the tidings glorious</span>
<br/>
<span>That shall brighten Persephone’s dark-walled dwelling,</span>
<br/>
<span>How his son in the Vale far-famous in story</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath enwreathed his tresses with garlands of glory.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
</section>
<section id="the-pythian-odes" epub:type="volume bodymatter z3998:non-fiction">
<h2 epub:type="title">The Pythian Odes</h2>
<article id="pythian-1" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Hiero, ruler of Syracuse, on his victory in the chariot-race, 470 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>, in which he was proclaimed as “of Etna,” a new city founded by him near <abbr>Mt.</abbr> Etna. In 480 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> he had defeated the Carthaginian invaders in the battle of Himera, and in 474 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>, the Etruscans in a sea-fight of Cumae. In <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 475 there was a great eruption of <abbr>Mt.</abbr> Etna. All these events are referred to in this Ode.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-1-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O golden Lyre, who art Phoebus’ treasure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which he shares with the dusk-haired Song-queens aye,</span>
<br/>
<span>The light feet hear thee beating the measure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As the revellers marshal their dance-array.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Lyre, thy signals the singers obey</span>
<br/>
<span>When in preludes of choral song low-dreaming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er thy strings quick-throbbing the harmonies glide.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou quenchest the thunderbolt’s self red-gleaming</span>
<br/>
<span>Javelined with flame-jets aye outstreaming.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On the sceptre of Zeus the slumber-tide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er his eagle ripples, on either side</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of the king of birds as his pinions are trailing:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er his bowing head doth a dark mist flow</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweet-sealing his eyes; ’neath sleep’s prevailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His back heaves wave-like soft and slow,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Spell-bound by thy melodies pulsing low.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, the soul of the wild War-god lies sleeping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hushed, warm-cradled in slumber’s nest,</span>
<br/>
<span>And his keen spear slips from his strong hand’s keeping.</span>
<br/>
<span>Gods’ hearts are thy shafts in enchantment steeping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the inspiration of Phoebus to rest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lulled, and by the deep-bosomed Muses’ behest.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But creatures beloved not of Zeus, things haunting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Earth’s crypts, and the sea’s gulfs storm-uprolled,</span>
<br/>
<span>Flee panic-struck, hearing the Pierids chanting,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As was Typhon, whom Tartarus’ dread depths hold,</span>
<br/>
<span>The hundred-headed, the hate undying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the Gods, in Cilician caverns of old</span>
<br/>
<span>Nursed. Sicily now and her sea-defying</span>
<br/>
<span>Cliffs above Kyme are heavily lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On his shag-haired breast, and the cloud-kissing height</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of a crag-column crusheth him⁠—Etna, white</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Through the livelong year with snows that bite</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">With ice-fangs cold.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Upbelched from his deep-hidden crypts is a fountain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of pure white fire none dare draw nigh.</span>
<br/>
<span>In the day from the lava-flood rifting the mountain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is the lurid smoke uptossed to the sky;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the darkness a red-rolling flame flares high</span>
<br/>
<span>As it sweepeth the rocks with thunderous crashing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the sea that afar below doth lie.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis the monster upspurting through anguish-gnashing</span>
<br/>
<span>Jaws that fire-fountain fearfully flashing⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A wondrous portent appalling the eye,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A marvel to hear when men pass by;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Such horror is prisoned through years unending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Neath the heights dark-leaved in the earth’s embrace,</span>
<br/>
<span>While his back is furrowed with gory rending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the flints of his restless resting-place!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Zeus, may we in thy sight find grace</span>
<br/>
<span>Who dost make this mountain thine habitation,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This rich land’s forefront, whose namesake-town</span>
<br/>
<span>Her founder ennobled, what time his nation</span>
<br/>
<span>Was “of Etna” published by proclamation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the Pythian herald who spake the renown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Hiero’s car-won victory-crown.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As seafarers hail as the first boon of Heaven</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That their sails by a fair-speeding wind be fanned</span>
<br/>
<span>When the anchor is weighed, as an earnest given</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of yet fairer return to the home-land’s strand,</span>
<br/>
<span>So reason enkindleth the expectation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That with this fair fortune linked hand in hand</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall the fame be of this thy new creation</span>
<br/>
<span>For athletes and horses and glad celebration</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of her name by the singers. O Lycian King</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Delian, who lovest Castaly’s spring,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of thy goodwill vouchsafe it, and stablish the thing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">For this hero-land.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>’Tis the Gods that ope all paths unto mortals</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whereby unto excellence toilers attain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For poesy’s, prowess’s, eloquence’ portals</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">They unbar. Albeit to praise I am fain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This hero, I trust I shall hurl not in vain</span>
<br/>
<span>Wide of the lists my javelin, winging</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the hand that hath poised it its quivering flight,</span>
<br/>
<span>Beyond all rivals my shaft far-flinging.</span>
<br/>
<span>May the days through his life-tide be alway bringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wealth, bliss, in a course ever steered aright,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With oblivion of fortune’s past despite.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He shall surely recall the old wars’ story⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He whose steadfast soul was their battle-stay⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>When his folk at the Gods’ hands reaped for them glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Such as none other Hellenes have borne away</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From a stricken field, nor such goodly prey.</span>
<br/>
<span>For, a new Philoktetes, with help all-availing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Battleward fared he, when came to implore</span>
<br/>
<span>Humbly his friendship the proud ones, quailing</span>
<br/>
<span>From foes over-strong⁠—as the heroes went sailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Lemnos, to bring him to Troyland’s shore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom the wound snake-venomed tormented sore,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The archer, Poias’ son, and he wended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Troyward, though sickness-worn was his frame,</span>
<br/>
<span>And he ravaged the city of Priam, and ended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Danaans’ toil; for of Fate this came.</span>
<br/>
<span>So by Hiero’s side may a God go guiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His steps, as in years past ever the same,</span>
<br/>
<span>The desire of his heart in its season providing.</span>
<br/>
<span>By Deinomenes’<a href="#note-16" id="noteref-16" epub:type="noteref">16</a> side, O my Muse, abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Chant thou the meed by the chariot won</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the father whose triumph is joy for the son.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This king, then, whose reign is in Etna begun,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Sing we his fame,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For whom, with freedom on God’s rock grounded,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The statutes of Hyllus<a href="#note-17" id="noteref-17" epub:type="noteref">17</a> pledged to maintain,</span>
<br/>
<span>That city hath been by Hiero founded;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the sons of Pamphylus are ever fain⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, so is the line of the Herakleid strain</span>
<br/>
<span>’Neath the beetling crags of Taÿgetus dwelling⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Aegimius’ Dorian laws to abide.</span>
<br/>
<span>They gat them Amyklae, and prospered past telling</span>
<br/>
<span>Who from Pindus down-swooping in glory excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the Tyndarids dwelt, who on white steeds ride,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And their spear-fame as flower-studded meads blossomed wide.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Zeus All-accomplisher, grant that never</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">May the tale of the fortunes of burgher and king</span>
<br/>
<span>Be worser than now; may they prosper ever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where Amenas’ waters are murmuring!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By thy grace may the old chief’s counsels bring</span>
<br/>
<span>To his son and his folk, with all honour, fruition</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In their borders ever of concord and peace.</span>
<br/>
<span>May the war-cry of Tuscan no more nor Phoenician</span>
<br/>
<span>Be heard on our shores since battle’s decision</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Cumae brought woe for lost ships upon these</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who in insolence claimed to be lords of the seas;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When the captain of Sicily’s fleet on-leading</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The might of Syracuse, hurled to the sea</span>
<br/>
<span>Their warrior youths from their ships light-speeding,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And set you thereby, ye Hellenes, free</span>
<br/>
<span>From thraldom’s yoke hanging heavily o’er ye.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, Athens and Sparta shall guerdon me</span>
<br/>
<span>With thanks for my Salamis-lay, for the story</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the battle before Kithairon,<a href="#note-18" id="noteref-18" epub:type="noteref">18</a> the glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Won when the Medes of the curved bow fell:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And by Himera’s bank shall the song-flood swell</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2" id="pythian-1-line-135">To Deinomenes’ sons’ battle-prowess, and tell</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of their victory.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>If in season due be thy speech, if blended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Into close-knit order thy thoughts be, as when</span>
<br/>
<span>A weaver upgathers his threads, attended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall thy words be with scantier cavil of men.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For if speech be tedious and long-drawn, then</span>
<br/>
<span>Thine hearers’ eager expectancy dieth.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And when burghers the praise of their fellows hear,</span>
<br/>
<span>On their hearts a weight of jealousy lieth.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet better is envy than pity, which sigheth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Over failure. In justice thy folk do thou steer,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in truth’s forge fashion thy tongue’s keen spear.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>How light soe’er be the word that hath flitted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From thy lips, it is weighty, as coming from thee.</span>
<br/>
<span>To thy keeping a nation’s weal is committed:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of thy deeds, good or ill, many watchers there be.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Be thy spirit a flower of chivalry.</span>
<br/>
<span>If thou wilt that report true-royal declare thee,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No niggard be thou: like a wise timoneer</span>
<br/>
<span>Thy sails spread wide, that the breeze may bear thee</span>
<br/>
<span>Onward. Let time-serving guile not ensnare thee</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By flattery, friend! Nought save the sincere</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Praise that, when mortals are no more here,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-1-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Lives on after death, to the world revealeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">What their true life was whose days are sped,</span>
<br/>
<span>And in chronicles shines and in lays outpealeth.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Blooms Croesus’ kindness with petals unshed;</span>
<br/>
<span>But Phalaris, ruthlessly joying in rending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Men’s lives from the tortured in brass glowing red,</span>
<br/>
<span>He is compassed with infamy’s hate unending,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor lutes nor young voices in harmony blending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the hall of the casters his name shall greet.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Best of all is fair fortune; yet fame is sweet.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who wins both, life’s chief crowns all meet</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To engarland his head.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-2" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Hiero of Syracuse, on his victory in a chariot-race, not at Pytho, but at Thebes, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 475 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-2-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Syracuse, city in greatness excelling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Precinct of Ares through gulfs of war</span>
<br/>
<span>Who plungeth, O nurse of the warrior and steed</span>
<br/>
<span>That in clash of the steel of battle-weed</span>
<br/>
<span>Exult, from radiant Thebes do I speed</span>
<br/>
<span>Bearing a song of the great race, telling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the swift earth-shaking four-horsed car,</span>
<br/>
<span>The race wherein Hiero triumphward riding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Flashed down the course with his glorious team,</span>
<br/>
<span>And crowned with garlands that glowed far-seen</span>
<br/>
<span>Ortygia, the haunt of the River-queen</span>
<br/>
<span>Artemis⁠—aided of her, I ween,</span>
<br/>
<span>His hands as with spells of enchantment were guiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Those steeds with a bridle of rainbow-gleam;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For she, the arrow-triumphant Maiden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Hermes the Ruler of Contests, bring⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, the gifts of the Gods’ linked hands they are⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>These harness-adornings that glitter afar</span>
<br/>
<span>When he yokes strong steeds to his shining car</span>
<br/>
<span>And its wheels rein-piloted, victory-laden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Invoking the wide-ruling Trident-king.</span>
<br/>
<span>The prowess-guerdon of song sweet-ringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the lips of many a bard shall swell</span>
<br/>
<span>To the feet of lords that o’er far lands reign;</span>
<br/>
<span>As the Cyprian bards in triumphant strain</span>
<br/>
<span>Chant Kinyras’ praises once and again,</span>
<br/>
<span>Aphrodite’s priestly minion singing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom Apollo the golden-haired loved well;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For their gratitude’s praise for his kindness is gushing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the hearts in loving reverence bowed.</span>
<br/>
<span>O Deinomenes’ son, the Lokrian maid<a href="#note-19" id="noteref-19" epub:type="noteref">19</a></span>
<br/>
<span>In the far west sings at her door unafraid</span>
<br/>
<span>The delivering might of thine arm, that stayed</span>
<br/>
<span>War’s march of afflictions spirit-crushing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That her eyes no longer are terror-cowed.</span>
<br/>
<span>In old-time legend it stands recorded</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That Ixion, the while on the fire-winged wheel</span>
<br/>
<span>By the sentence of Gods he is endlessly whirled,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ever shrieketh his warning, a cry that is hurled</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto men’s ears up from the underworld⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>“Be the kindness of thy benefactors rewarded</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With all the love that thine heart can reveal!”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That lesson he learned in uttermost measure;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For, though he received a life of bliss</span>
<br/>
<span>Mid the Children of Kronos, the gracious-souled,</span>
<br/>
<span>He contented him not with its joys untold,</span>
<br/>
<span>But for Hera he lusted frenzy-bold,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Zeus’s couch the inviolate treasure;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For presumption drave him on into this</span>
<br/>
<span>His overweening infatuation.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But swiftly he reaped meet harvest of sin</span>
<br/>
<span>To suffer of all hell’s torments the worst:</span>
<br/>
<span>For his twofold transgression earned the Accurst</span>
<br/>
<span>That vengeance⁠—the one, that he was the first</span>
<br/>
<span>Who stained mankind with contamination</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the treacherous spilling of blood of kin;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The other, that in the recesses most holy</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the bride-bower of Zeus did he make essay</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Queen of Heaven! Meet is it to know</span>
<br/>
<span>Our mortality’s limits, meet to forego</span>
<br/>
<span>The lawless loves that their victim throw</span>
<br/>
<span>Into gulfs of destruction. Such was his folly;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For with nought but a cloud it was that he lay,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unknowing all, to his own confusion</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lured on by a sweetly-beckoning lie;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the cloud-wrought image the semblance bare</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Kronos’ Child, Heaven’s fairest fair;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the hands of Zeus had fashioned the snare,</span>
<br/>
<span>The beautiful bane, for his soul’s delusion.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So he compassed his own dire doom thereby,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Outstretched on the wheel’s arms crucifying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Tangled in bonds whence escape is none,</span>
<br/>
<span>Shrieking that warning the whole world o’er.</span>
<br/>
<span>And his cloud-mate, unblessed of the Graces, bore</span>
<br/>
<span>A monstrous child⁠—such dam never more</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor such offspring shall be, ’neath a black curse lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of menfolk, of godfolk⁠—a thing to shun!</span>
<br/>
<span>And the cloud-mother reared that evil abortion</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And named Kentaurus. By Pelion’s foot</span>
<br/>
<span>In Magnesia he mated with many a mare;</span>
<br/>
<span>And a horde of monsters was born of them there</span>
<br/>
<span>Wondrous to see, for the likeness they bare</span>
<br/>
<span>Of either parent; the upper portion</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As man was shapen, the nether as brute.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What purpose soever God conceiveth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He accomplisheth; none his intent may defy⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>God, who o’ertaketh the eagle’s wing,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who outstrippeth the dolphin, o’er waves though it spring,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the pride of man to the dust can bring,</span>
<br/>
<span>While unto the lowly one glory he giveth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That waxeth not old as the years fleet by.</span>
<br/>
<span>But for me is it well that I lack not discretion</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From slander’s viper-fangs to refrain.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, venomous-tongued Archilochus’ fate</span>
<br/>
<span>Have I known from of old, and his low estate</span>
<br/>
<span>Who with rancorous speech fed fat his hate.</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all things that Fortune can give in possession</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Riches with wisdom are best to attain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>These blessings be thine, may all see plainly;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And this thou showest, O liberal-souled,</span>
<br/>
<span>O princely ruler of many a street</span>
<br/>
<span>Fair-circled with towers where thy squadrons meet;</span>
<br/>
<span>And such riches and honour thy weal complete</span>
<br/>
<span>That in fantasy’s folly he striveth vainly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who saith that any surpassed thee of old</span>
<br/>
<span>Among Hellene lords that be famed in story.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On the prow of my galley with flowers hung round</span>
<br/>
<span>Will I take my stand as the praises I sing</span>
<br/>
<span>Of thy prowess. Young hearts win strengthening</span>
<br/>
<span>From courage when trumpets for onset ring.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, thou, I proclaim it, hast won thee glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Therefrom, a glory that knows no bound,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now warring mid horsemen battleward racing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And now mid warriors afoot that fight.</span>
<br/>
<span>And thy wisdom now when thy locks be grey</span>
<br/>
<span>Is of all gainsaying unperilled⁠—O yea,</span>
<br/>
<span>It giveth me fullest assurance aye</span>
<br/>
<span>For extolling thy name with manifold praising.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All hail! This song o’er the sea-foam white</span>
<br/>
<span>Like Tyrian merchandise lo, I have brought thee.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Let thine eyes then smile on the Kastor-strain</span>
<br/>
<span>That my fingers from chords Aeolian drew:</span>
<br/>
<span>O greet it thou with the honour due</span>
<br/>
<span>To the seven-stringed lute. To thyself be true,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the royal wisdom the years have taught thee.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Tis from children alone that the ape doth gain</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The praise of beauty, is beauteous ever!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rhadamanthus is homed in the Isles of the Blest,</span>
<br/>
<span>For the fruit of his soul was uncankered of guile:</span>
<br/>
<span>No pleasure he hath in the treacherous wile</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the whisperer working by calumnies vile.</span>
<br/>
<span>The secret speakings of slander never</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Can be openly fought and for ever repressed.</span>
<br/>
<span>There is nothing of <em>man</em> in them⁠—nay, ’tis the slinking</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Spirit of foxes they show; and yet</span>
<br/>
<span>From his cunning what gain doth the sly fox reap?</span>
<br/>
<span>As for me⁠—while the rest of the net-tackle deep</span>
<br/>
<span>In the briny darkness doth toilsomely sweep</span>
<br/>
<span>The sea-floor⁠—I, like the float unsinking</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Am riding the waves high over the net.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In a city of honest men unavailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is the trickster’s babble, yet still he essays,</span>
<br/>
<span>Fawning on all men, the toils to twine</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his subtlety. Never his vaunt shall be mine⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>“<em>To a friend he I friend, to a foe malign!</em></span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>As a wolf will I covertly track him, assailing</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2"><em>This side and that side, by crooked ways.</em>”</span>
<br/>
<span>In what state soever a people be dwelling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Tis the man of straightforward speech alway</span>
<br/>
<span>That unto the foremost place attains;</span>
<br/>
<span>Whether it be where a despot reigns,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or where the rabble hot-headed strains</span>
<br/>
<span>Against use and wont, or where sages excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In wisdom the helm of the commonweal sway.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-2-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Strive not against God, who exalts at his pleasure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now one, now setteth another on high.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet doth not even His will seem right</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto envious ones, but they strain over-tight</span>
<br/>
<span>The line, and their own hearts so do they smite</span>
<br/>
<span>With a wound whose bitterness none may measure,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ere the prize be gained for the which they sigh.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nay, better it is that a man bear lightly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The yoke of Fate on his neck that lies.</span>
<br/>
<span>But he makes for his feet a perilous road</span>
<br/>
<span>Who backward lashes against the goad.</span>
<br/>
<span>But on me be this fair fortune bestowed,</span>
<br/>
<span>To dwell among them which walk uprightly,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And to be well-pleasing in good men’s eyes.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-3" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Hiero of Syracuse, on victories won by his racehorse, Pherenikus, in 482 and 478 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. Probable date of Ode, 474, when Hiero was suffering from the disease of which he died in 467.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-3-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>I were fain⁠—if my tongue might breathe the prayer</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which on all lips trembles⁠—that Philyra’s son,</span>
<br/>
<span>That yet alive old Cheiron were</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who perished from earth, ah, long agone,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even heaven-born Kronos’ seed, who of yore</span>
<br/>
<span>A sceptre of wide dominion bore⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That now in the glens of Pelion</span>
<br/>
<span>That man-brute reigned in the woods once more</span>
<br/>
<span>Who was gracious-hearted to men when of old</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He dwelt in the shadowy forest-land</span>
<br/>
<span>Where he fostered Asklepius kindly-souled,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The lord of leechcraft, whose healing hand</span>
<br/>
<span>From the limbs of the stricken banished pain</span>
<br/>
<span>With salves by the which each malady’s bane</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From their frames was banned.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The daughter of Phlegyas, lord of the car,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Not yet with help of the Travail-queen</span>
<br/>
<span>Had borne that Healer renowned afar,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ere by Artemis’ golden arrows keen</span>
<br/>
<span>In her bride-bower stricken to death she lay,</span>
<br/>
<span>And trod the unreturning way</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto Hades’ halls; for Apollo had seen</span>
<br/>
<span>The transgression that slew his love in a day.</span>
<br/>
<span>For the wrath of the Sons of Zeus not in vain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Burns. In her folly she dared think scorn</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his anger: unknown to her sire had she ta’en</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To her arms a human lover, forsworn</span>
<br/>
<span>To her bridal troth, to her plighted word,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the love of Apollo the Archer-lord</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of the hair unshorn,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Though she bare ’neath her zone a God’s pure seed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet the marriage-feast’s coming she would not abide;</span>
<br/>
<span>Not she of the full-voiced song took heed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Such song as the young girl-mates of the bride</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Merrily chant in the eventide.</span>
<br/>
<span>But she longed for a love that was otherwhere</span>
<br/>
<span>With the passion that oft is the soul’s death-snare.</span>
<br/>
<span>For a people foolish beyond compare</span>
<br/>
<span>Is found among mortals, who scorn things near,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And gaze upon things that be far away,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And chase an ever-elusive prey</span>
<br/>
<span>With hopes whose fulfilment shall never appear.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even with such overmastering might</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Did unbridled desire o’er the spirit sweep</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Koronis in queenly vesture dight,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That she dared in the unblest couch to sleep</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a stranger faring from Arcady.</span>
<br/>
<span>But she ’scaped not the all-beholding eye</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the God⁠—albeit where myriad sheep</span>
<br/>
<span>To his altar at Pytho be led to die</span>
<br/>
<span>Was the Lord of the Temple then⁠—for their lust</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the all-divining mind was descried.</span>
<br/>
<span>To his soul’s inner vision did Phoebus trust</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As it were to a seer enthroned at his side.</span>
<br/>
<span>He knows not delusion, whom neither man</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor God by thought or by action can</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Deceive or misguide.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So when of her harlotry Phoebus was ware</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With the stranger Ischys Eilatus’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span>And her godless guile in his sight lay bare,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Then sent he against that faithless one</span>
<br/>
<span>His sister Artemis rushing with might</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a Goddess whose arrows resistlessly smite</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto Lakereia, by whose walls shine</span>
<br/>
<span>The mere Boebeïs’ waters bright,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whereby did the woman unwedded abide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom her evil genius misled to the doom</span>
<br/>
<span>Which destroyed her; and many a neighbour died</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With her, by her sin dragged down to the tomb,</span>
<br/>
<span>As when on a mountain the fire that hath leapt</span>
<br/>
<span>From one spark over a forest hath swept,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And doth wholly consume.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But now when her kinsmen had laid the maid</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the midst of the pinewood walls of the pyre,</span>
<br/>
<span>And when round about her upleaping played</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The splendour-light of the Lord of Fire,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Spake Apollo: “I will not by death so dire</span>
<br/>
<span>Endure that mine own son also should die</span>
<br/>
<span>In the flames wherein doth his mother lie!”</span>
<br/>
<span>He spake, and at one stride stood thereby,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And he caught up the child from the corse, and sprang</span>
<br/>
<span>The flames asunder. That babe he brought</span>
<br/>
<span>To Magnesia’s Centaur, by him to be taught</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To heal each mortal malady’s pang.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And so what mortals soever sought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto him of the earth’s afflicted ones,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or with sores by nature’s corruption wrought,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Or with limbs deep-gashed by the gleaming bronze,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or the stone hurled far from the whirling sling,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or through feverous summers languishing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Or whom winter had cramped in sinews and bones,</span>
<br/>
<span>He delivered them all, that leechcraft-king,</span>
<br/>
<span>And loosed from their diverse infirmities</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Or by spells with magic’s nepenthe rife;</span>
<br/>
<span>Or a pain-lulling draught would he pour for these,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Or with salves that requickened the fainting life</span>
<br/>
<span>The limbs of those would he swathe around,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or for cureless sores was a remedy found</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In the merciful knife.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But alas for him, even leechcraft’s lore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">May be made the thrall of the lust of gain!</span>
<br/>
<span>Even him did guerdon of golden ore,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In his palm as it glittered, seduce to his bane,</span>
<br/>
<span>To bring back a man from the realm of the dead</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom Hades already had captive led.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wherefore Kronion smote those twain</span>
<br/>
<span>With the vengeance-bolt from his hand swift-sped;</span>
<br/>
<span>And that all-dreaded thunder-stone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Dashed from their bosoms the breath for their sin.</span>
<br/>
<span>From the Gods it behoves that we seek alone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Things meet for mortal spirits to win,</span>
<br/>
<span>That, knowing what lies at the feet of man,</span>
<br/>
<span>And discerning the bounds of our mortal span,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">We abide therein.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Covet not thou, O my soul, to live</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Immortals’ life! Let us use as we may</span>
<br/>
<span>The means that Fate to our hands shall give.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet, if Cheiron the wise in his cave this day</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Dwelt, and our honey-sweet songs might lay</span>
<br/>
<span>On his spirit a spell that his will might bend,</span>
<br/>
<span>I had won on him then some healer to send</span>
<br/>
<span>To deliver from feverous pains my friend,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Such an one as Asklepius Apollo’s son.</span>
<br/>
<span>O’er Ionian waters voyaging</span>
<br/>
<span>Oh then had I reached Arethusa’s spring,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And to Etna’s ruler, mine host, had I gone,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Who o’er Syracuse holdeth empery,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A king to his citizens gracious-souled;</span>
<br/>
<span>Never jealous of good men’s weal is he</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom stranger-friends from far lands hold</span>
<br/>
<span>As a father with worshipful marvelling.</span>
<br/>
<span>O might I but land on his shores and bring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A twofold boon, even health’s pure gold,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the triumph-chant therewithal that I sing</span>
<br/>
<span>To light with splendour the Pythian crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which his steed Pherenikus in days gone by</span>
<br/>
<span>At Kirrha won for his lord’s renown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To my friend then, crossing the deep sea, I</span>
<br/>
<span>Had come as a light clear-shining afar,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, beaming brighter than any star</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In yonder sky.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet, unto the Mother, the Goddess adored,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For thine helping with prayers would I fain draw near.</span>
<br/>
<span>Whose praises, with those of the Forest-lord,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Beside my portal chanted I hear</span>
<br/>
<span>By maidens oft, when the night is still.</span>
<br/>
<span>But, Hiero, seeing thyself hast skill</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To interpret the lore of the ancient seer,</span>
<br/>
<span>This knowest thou⁠—<em>This is the high Gods’ will</em></span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>To apportion alway afflictions twain</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">
<em>For each one boon that on man they bestow.</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>It is only the foolish who cannot sustain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With fit resignation their burden of woe:</span>
<br/>
<span>But spirits heroic their sorrow can hide</span>
<br/>
<span>’Neath a calm smile; so life’s fairer side</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To the world do they show.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet on thee doth a lot of happiness wait;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For if upon any man She hath deigned</span>
<br/>
<span>With favour to look, all-ruling Fate,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Tis on him who over a nation hath reigned.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nor Peleus nor Kadmus the godlike attained</span>
<br/>
<span>To a life safeguarded from suffering aye:</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet of all men these, as the old myths say,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the highest happiness rose, for they</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Heard the gold-tired Muses on Pelion</span>
<br/>
<span>And in Thebes of the seven gates, when the bride</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the one was Harmonia lovely-eyed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Thetis the Sea-queen Peleus won.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, and the Gods sat at meat with these,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the Sons of Kronos did they behold</span>
<br/>
<span>As kings in the heavenly palaces</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Seated upon their thrones of gold,</span>
<br/>
<span>And received of them many a bridal gift;</span>
<br/>
<span>And by Zeus were they saved from the stormy drift</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of woes overpast o’er their heads that had rolled;</span>
<br/>
<span>And their hearts in gladness did they uplift.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet the days of their joyance were all too brief;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the years drew nigh when Kadmus should see</span>
<br/>
<span>His portion of happiness turned to grief</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the bitter travail of daughters three.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet Thyone the white-armed drew from above</span>
<br/>
<span>Down to her couch by the spell of love</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Zeus’ majesty.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And the son of Peleus, the only son</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom Thetis the deathless Goddess bore</span>
<br/>
<span>In Phthia to him⁠—from that glorious one</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The arrow in battle his sweet life tore;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Danaans’ wail rang loud, as they yearned</span>
<br/>
<span>For their mightiest lost, on the pyre as he burned.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now if any of mortals by wisdom’s lore</span>
<br/>
<span>The way of truth in his soul hath discerned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Well may he be happy, if God bestow</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The fortune fair by the Blessèd given.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet ever the blasts veer to and fro</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the winds that fly o’er the fields of heaven.</span>
<br/>
<span>Not long doth the bliss of mortals endure,</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, though it have come in full measure, and pure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From sorrow’s leaven.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-3-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Small shall I be if small my estate,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And great shall I grow if great it be.</span>
<br/>
<span>What fortune soever for me may wait,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I will strive to adorn it worthily.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Should God grant easeful wealth unto me,</span>
<br/>
<span>I would fain win fame too in oncoming days.</span>
<br/>
<span>So Nestor and Lycian Sarpedon in lays</span>
<br/>
<span>Ringing loud on the lips of men, have praise,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom we see as it were in temples enshrined</span>
<br/>
<span>Uppiled by the master-builders of song;</span>
<br/>
<span>For through glorious strains liveth chivalry long⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the path unto that fame few may find.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-4" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Arkesilas of Kyrene, on his victory in the chariot-race, 462 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. The Ode is mainly taken up with the story of the Argonauts because one of them, Euphemus, was the ancestor of the kings of Kyrene, and his descendant Battus was the founder of the colony.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-4-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>This day, O Muse, in the presence of a friend it behoves thee to stand,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even the King of Kyrene, the goodly battle-steed’s land,</span>
<br/>
<span>That so, when Arkesilas leadeth the revel-dance sweeping along,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou at his side mayst be swelling the breeze of acclaiming song</span>
<br/>
<span>Which is due unto Leto’s children, to Pytho the temple due,</span>
<br/>
<span>Where of old, when Apollo’s presence was a glory that shone therethrough,</span>
<br/>
<span>The priestess enthroned by the golden eagles of Zeus revealed</span>
<br/>
<span>That Battus should found an empire in Libya’s fruitful field,</span>
<br/>
<span>Should depart from his hallowed island, and build on the gleaming height</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the breast of the earth a city of chariots splendour-dight.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In the seventeenth generation so should the word be fulfilled</span>
<br/>
<span>Which at Thera Medea spake, which the daughter passionate-willed</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Aietes, the Colchian princess, breathed from immortal lips</span>
<br/>
<span>To the heroes that with Jason fared on the highway of ships:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Hearken to me, ye scions of warriors mighty-souled,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ye that of Gods be descended, to the thing of my tongue foretold:</span>
<br/>
<span>Lo, from this land of Thera that is scourged by the brine of the sea</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall in Epaphus’ daughter Libya be planted in days to be</span>
<br/>
<span>A root that shall grow into cities that mortals shall hold full dear.</span>
<br/>
<span>To the temple-foundations of Ammon, of Libyan Zeus, lying near.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“And instead of the short-finned dolphin shall they take the fleetfoot steed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Wield reins instead of the oar-blade, drive chariots of whirlwind speed.</span>
<br/>
<span>For by that augury-token fulfilled shall be Thera’s fate</span>
<br/>
<span>To become the mother-city of burgs exceeding great,</span>
<br/>
<span>That token the which aforetime at Tritonis the mere’s outflow</span>
<br/>
<span>On Euphemus who leapt from Argo did a God of the sea bestow,</span>
<br/>
<span>A God who in man’s shape proffered a clod of earth for his gift:</span>
<br/>
<span>And Zeus Kronion thundered approval thereof from the lift.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“For he lighted on us, that stranger, as the men were in act to hang</span>
<br/>
<span>Upon Argo’s side the anchor, the curb of the brazen fang.</span>
<br/>
<span>Over ridges of homeless desert had they borne for twelve days’ space</span>
<br/>
<span>Away from the Ocean the galley that wont o’er the sea to race;</span>
<br/>
<span>For they haled her ashore, obeying the counsel spoken of me.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then came that Solitary, the Triton-god of the sea,</span>
<br/>
<span>Wearing the splendid semblance of a worship-worthy man,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with words of kindly welcome his utterance began,</span>
<br/>
<span>Such speech as of hosts good-hearted is spoken, when such draw near</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto far-travelled guests, and bid them to taste of the banquet’s cheer.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Howbeit for that guest-feasting the heroes might not stay,</span>
<br/>
<span>For the lure of the sweet home-coming beckoned them ever away.</span>
<br/>
<span>But Eurypylus he named him, deathless Earth-shaker’s son,</span>
<br/>
<span>Born of the Land-enfolder: yet marking our haste to begone,</span>
<br/>
<span>He put forth his hand, and straightway caught up from the earth a clod</span>
<br/>
<span>As it lay at his feet, and proffered the same as the gift of a god.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor scorned it Euphemus, but leaping from Argo’s deck to the strand</span>
<br/>
<span>He received that fateful guest-gift, and clasped the giver’s hand.</span>
<br/>
<span>But alas, it abode not with us! Washed over the galley’s side</span>
<br/>
<span>It fleeted away on the sea-brine in the dusk of eventide</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Adrift on the heaving outsea: yet laid I once and again</span>
<br/>
<span>My charge to watch it safely on our helpers the serving-men:</span>
<br/>
<span>But ah, they forgat! So on Thera’s isle the unperishing seed</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Libya the wide is upwashen before the time decreed.</span>
<br/>
<span>For if only Euphemus, the scion of Poseidon the chariot-lord⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom Europa Tityos’ daughter bare on the margent-sward</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Kephisus⁠—to Tainarus speeding, there in the homeland had hurled</span>
<br/>
<span>That clod through the chasm-portals of Hades’ underworld,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Then in the fourth generation the sons of his blood had ta’en</span>
<br/>
<span>With the Danaans’ help possession of Libya’s boundless plain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For then from great Lacedaemon, from Argos’ wide-mouthed bay</span>
<br/>
<span>And Mycenae, had warriors thither fared in a mighty array.</span>
<br/>
<span>But, as things have befallen, Euphemus shall wed with an alien dame,</span>
<br/>
<span>And shall win him from those espousals a chosen seed of his name</span>
<br/>
<span>The which, of the high Gods honoured, shall come unto Thera’s strand</span>
<br/>
<span>And beget a man to be ruler of that cloud-shadowed land:</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto him in the hall of Phoebus, the temple rich in gold,</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall the word of the revelation of an oracle be told,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“When in days to come he descendeth into the sanctuary</span>
<br/>
<span>At Pytho, bidding him carry a host of men oversea</span>
<br/>
<span>To Kronion’s fertile precinct that lieth beside the Nile.”</span>
<br/>
<span>Even such was the chant prophetic that Medea uttered, the while</span>
<br/>
<span>Moveless sitting in silence the heroes bowed the head,</span>
<br/>
<span>And hearkened the counsel of wisdom that breathed in the words that she said.</span>
<br/>
<span>Blest scion of Polymnestus, of no man save of thee</span>
<br/>
<span>The oracle told that glory by the voice of the Delphic Bee</span>
<br/>
<span>With utterance unprompted; and “All hail!” thrice she cried,</span>
<br/>
<span>And proclaimed thee the destined ruler of Kyrene’s kingdom wide,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When thou earnest to ask what healing the Gods would grant of their grace</span>
<br/>
<span>For thy stammering tongue. Of a surety now in the latter days,</span>
<br/>
<span>As when mid the springtide’s roses a burgeoning tree is seen,</span>
<br/>
<span>So, eighth in the line of Battus, Arkesilas’ leaf is green.</span>
<br/>
<span>Even him did Apollo and Pytho cause to be triumph-renowned</span>
<br/>
<span>In the chariot-race in the presence of all folk dwelling around.</span>
<br/>
<span>I will hymn his fame to the Song-queens, and will sing of the Golden Fleece,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Minyans’ Quest and the sowing of god-given glory for these.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What Power overshadowing lured them forth on the sea-track long?</span>
<br/>
<span>What peril to that Quest bound them with clamps as of adamant strong?</span>
<br/>
<span>A god-given oracle boded that Pelias should die</span>
<br/>
<span>By the hands of Aiolus’ children, or their merciless subtlety.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, a prophecy came to him chilling the heart of the crafty-souled;</span>
<br/>
<span>From the mid-stone of Earth-mother vestured with trees was the word outrolled:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Above all things else beware thou with uttermost heed,” said the God,</span>
<br/>
<span>“Of the man that from highland homesteads with single sandal shod</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto far-renowned lolkos of the sunny plains shall fare,</span>
<br/>
<span>Be he a man of thy country, or stranger from otherwhere.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At the last was he come, a hero of wondrous-mighty frame;</span>
<br/>
<span>With lances twain that quivered in his iron grasp he came.</span>
<br/>
<span>And twofold vesture arrayed him; the garb of the Magnete folk</span>
<br/>
<span>To his goodly limbs close-lapping clung; but tossed like a cloak</span>
<br/>
<span>O’er his shoulders a pard’s fell screening from arrowy showers lay.</span>
<br/>
<span>From the glory of his bright tresses nought had been shorn away,</span>
<br/>
<span>But unminished, a rippling splendour, adown his back they shone.</span>
<br/>
<span>With feet unfaltering straightway and swiftly strode he on,</span>
<br/>
<span>And he stood, as one that proveth a spirit of peril uncowed,</span>
<br/>
<span>In the midst of the place of folkmote filled with its thronging crowd.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And no man knew him; but awestruck they gazed, and one spake word:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Of a surety is this not Apollo, nor Aphrodite’s lord</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the chariot of brass! And Otus, and Ephialtes thou</span>
<br/>
<span>The dauntless, in gleaming Naxos perished long ere now,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ye sons of Iphimedeia; nor Tityos could outrun</span>
<br/>
<span>The arrow as lightning leaping the heart of the quarry that won,</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Artemis out of her quiver invincible sped, that man</span>
<br/>
<span>Might be warned to grasp not at dalliance beyond our mortal span.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So spake they each unto other, questioning, answering thus.</span>
<br/>
<span>But now Cometh Pelias speeding with haste impetuous</span>
<br/>
<span>His mules and his polished chariot⁠—suddenly stayed he and stared</span>
<br/>
<span>In amaze at the one foot sandalled of the man with the left foot bared,</span>
<br/>
<span>The unmistakable token! Howbeit he hid in his heart</span>
<br/>
<span>His dread, and he spake: “Thou stranger, say of what land thou art,</span>
<br/>
<span>And what is thy fatherland tell me! What womb gave thee birth?</span>
<br/>
<span>What giantess was thy mother of the ancient children of Earth?</span>
<br/>
<span>Speak out! Of thy lineage tell us; and see that thou do not defile</span>
<br/>
<span>Thy lips with words of feigning, with falsehoods loathsome-vile!”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But unafraid that stranger answering spake to the king</span>
<br/>
<span>With unangry words: “The wisdom of Cheiron hither I bring:</span>
<br/>
<span>From Chariklo and Philyra’s presence, from the cave of the shadows I come</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom the Centaur’s stainless daughters reared in their mountain-home.</span>
<br/>
<span>Years twice ten there I accomplished, and never deed or word</span>
<br/>
<span>In truth or in honesty lacking in me have they seen or heard.</span>
<br/>
<span>And hither I come returning to this the home of my race</span>
<br/>
<span>To win me back the honour that in unforgotten days</span>
<br/>
<span>Was my sire’s, which a godless usurper out of his hands hath torn,</span>
<br/>
<span>The honour to Aiolus granted of Zeus, by his sons to be borne.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“For I hear how the lawless-hearted, one Pelias, lured astray</span>
<br/>
<span>By the lusts of his envy, by violence snatched the sceptre away</span>
<br/>
<span>From my father and mother, to whom it pertained by ancestral right,</span>
<br/>
<span>These, dreading the tyrant’s outrage, so soon as I looked on the light,</span>
<br/>
<span>As though for a new-dead dear one, made dusky-garbed lament,</span>
<br/>
<span>And amid wild wailing of women the babe from the home they sent</span>
<br/>
<span>Swaddled in purple swathings, by paths Night knew alone;</span>
<br/>
<span>And to Cheiron they gave me to foster, to the Centaur, Kronos’ son.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-16">
<header>
<p>Strophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Now therefore of this my story the sum and the substance ye know;</span>
<br/>
<span>And I pray you, O kindly burghers, to me do ye plainly show</span>
<br/>
<span>The dwelling wherein my fathers, lords of white steeds, abode;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the feet of a son of Aison shall surely not have trode</span>
<br/>
<span>Upon alien soil in the homeland, the land I claim for mine!</span>
<br/>
<span>Jason my name is: the Centaur named me with lips divine.”</span>
<br/>
<span>Then his father’s eyes, as he entered the old home, knew him again,</span>
<br/>
<span>And gushed from his aged eyelids the tears like summer rain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For his spirit rejoiced within him when he beheld that son,</span>
<br/>
<span>The chief est among ten thousand, the goodliest-moulded one.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-17">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And the brethren twain of the father came thither the son to greet,</span>
<br/>
<span>So soon as they heard the tidings of his home-returning feet.</span>
<br/>
<span>Not from afar came Pheres from Hypereia’s spring:</span>
<br/>
<span>From Messene fared Amythaon: Admetus hastening</span>
<br/>
<span>Thitherward came with Melampus, and greeted lovingly</span>
<br/>
<span>Their kinsman. And while they feasted, with gracious courtesy</span>
<br/>
<span>Did Jason commune with them ever, and he made them abundant cheer,</span>
<br/>
<span>And he lengthened out all joyance of the hearts that held him dear:</span>
<br/>
<span>For five long nights together, five days, did the hero abide</span>
<br/>
<span>Still plucking the consecrated flowers of the festal tide.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-18">
<header>
<p>Epode 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But with earnest speech on the sixth day at last did Jason begin</span>
<br/>
<span>To set forth from the beginning the whole tale unto his kin.</span>
<br/>
<span>And these to his counsel consented: from the banqueting-couch straightway</span>
<br/>
<span>With these he uprose; to the palace of Pelias on passed they.</span>
<br/>
<span>And they hasted and stood there; and hearing them, came to meet the men</span>
<br/>
<span>That son of Tyro the lovely-haired. Spake Jason then,</span>
<br/>
<span>And of wise speech laid the foundation, with words of unangry tone</span>
<br/>
<span>Soft-flowing: “Son of Poseidon the Cleaver of crag-piled stone,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-19">
<header>
<p>Strophe 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“The spirits of men run swiftly, too swiftly they run on the path</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the wages of treachery, rather than guerdons that justice hath;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet their lives glide on to the reckoning stern that for all doth remain.</span>
<br/>
<span>But thee and me it behoveth by law our passions to rein,</span>
<br/>
<span>And for days to come to be weaving the web of our well-being so.</span>
<br/>
<span>One mother had our forefathers⁠—this I would say dost thou know⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Rash-hearted Salmoneus and Kretheus; and we who in these days see</span>
<br/>
<span>Helios’ majesty golden, of the third generation are we.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now if there arise black hatred ’twixt mortals by blood akin.</span>
<br/>
<span>Far off stand the Destiny-weavers, to see not the shame and the sin.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-20">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Us twain it beseemeth in no wise with spear or with bronze-forged sword</span>
<br/>
<span>To apportion the goodly honour of our fathers’ treasure-hoard;</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor needeth it⁠—lo, all sheep-flocks and tawny herds of kine</span>
<br/>
<span>I yield unto thee, and the pastures and tilth-lands, still to be thine,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whereof thou hast spoiled my parents, and ever art swelling thy store.</span>
<br/>
<span>O yea, and it nowise vexeth my soul that of these evermore</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou increasest thine house’s riches:⁠—but the kingly sceptre and throne</span>
<br/>
<span>Whereon the son of Kretheus sat in the days bygone,</span>
<br/>
<span>And over a nation of horsemen ruled in equity,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even these without malice between us yield unto him and to me,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-21">
<header>
<p>Epode 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Lest out of it some new mischief should spring up.” Thus he spake.</span>
<br/>
<span>And with words that peaceably sounded did Pelias answer make:</span>
<br/>
<span>“I will be as thou wilt: but already is old age compassing</span>
<br/>
<span>Mine head; but thy life is waxing in the fiower-tide of thy spring;</span>
<br/>
<span>And strength is thine for appeasing the Powers of the world below;</span>
<br/>
<span>For unto the halls of Aietes Phrixus biddeth us go</span>
<br/>
<span>To lead homeward his spirit, and hither the fell thick-fleeced to bear</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Ram from the sea that saved him, from his stepdame’s impious snare.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-22">
<header>
<p>Strophe 8</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Such was the strange hest spoken by a voice in a dream that came.</span>
<br/>
<span>And to Kastaly’s oracle also have I sent to enquire of the same,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whether truly the quest should be ventured; and the oracle biddeth me</span>
<br/>
<span>To make ready with speed a galley to bring these home oversea.</span>
<br/>
<span>This emprise do thou accomplish of free will: then, when again</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou comest, I swear to yield thee the throne thereon to reign.</span>
<br/>
<span>And let Zeus himself be the witness, that the oath-pledge firm may be,</span>
<br/>
<span>Zeus, the ancestral father of the race of thee and me.”</span>
<br/>
<span>So in peace they parted, consenting that so should the covenant stand.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then Jason sent heralds to publish the Quest through every land.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-23">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 8</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And lo, three sons of Kronion came at his call straightway:</span>
<br/>
<span>No labour of battle could tire them, seed of the Highest they!</span>
<br/>
<span>The one of Alkmena the star-eyed was born, and of Leda twain.</span>
<br/>
<span>And there came two heroes with helmets tossing the stormy mane;</span>
<br/>
<span>And these were the Earth-shaker’s scions, and honour was blent with their might.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thither they journeyed from Pylos and Tainarus’ foreland-height.</span>
<br/>
<span>Perfected so is the glory that thou, Euphemus, hast found,</span>
<br/>
<span>And thine, Periklymenus, peerless in prowess far-renowned.</span>
<br/>
<span>And, sped by Apollo thither, the master of harp-strings came,</span>
<br/>
<span>The father of song, even Orpheus of unforgotten fame.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-24">
<header>
<p>Epode 8</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And of Hermes, the Lord of the Golden Sword, have two sons gone</span>
<br/>
<span>To the toil wherefrom no respite was given, Echion the one,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the other Eurytus, joying in the strength of life’s spring-day.</span>
<br/>
<span>And swiftly came from their dwelling at the roots of Pangaius that lay</span>
<br/>
<span>Zetes and Kalais: gladly their father Boreas, king</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Winds, arrayed them in pinions on their shoulders fluttering.</span>
<br/>
<span>Hera it was that enkindled the yearning whose strong spell drew</span>
<br/>
<span>All these demigod heroes to be of Argo’s crew,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-25">
<header>
<p>Strophe 9</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That none by the side of his mother be left still drowsing on</span>
<br/>
<span>In a sodden life unperilled, but, though through death it were won,</span>
<br/>
<span>Along with the rest his compeers he should find in the land oversea</span>
<br/>
<span>And drain the magic chalice of the glory of chivalry.</span>
<br/>
<span>So came they, the flower of all shipmen, down to Iolkos’ shore;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the tale of them all told Jason, and thanked them o’er and o’er.</span>
<br/>
<span>And his helper Mopsus the prophet enquired the will of Heaven,</span>
<br/>
<span>For he noted the tokens of bird-flight and hallowed lots that were given;</span>
<br/>
<span>Then joyfully cried to them: “Get you aboard, for the hour is now!”</span>
<br/>
<span>And they heaved and hung the anchor over the galley’s prow.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-26">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 9</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then a golden bowl their chieftain took in his hands, and high</span>
<br/>
<span>On the stern unto Zeus the Father of the Heavenly Ones did he cry,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto him whose lance is the lightning; to the rushing feet did he pray</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the waves, and the wild wind-pinions, to speed them on their way;</span>
<br/>
<span>To the nights and the great deep’s highways he prayed, that the days might be</span>
<br/>
<span>Gracious, and kindly the fortune of the home-return oversea.</span>
<br/>
<span>And a voice of thunder propitious out of the welkin crashed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And dazzling gleams of lightning from the rifted cloud-walls flashed.</span>
<br/>
<span>And the heroes breathed more lightly, their hearts with comfort glowed,</span>
<br/>
<span>For they put their trust in the tokens that God from his heaven forth-showed.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-27">
<header>
<p>Epode 9</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And of hopes with fear unmingled the seer spake, while he bade</span>
<br/>
<span>To smite with the oar the waters: the swiftly-flashing blade</span>
<br/>
<span>Swung by their hands untiring over the sea sped on,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the south-wind onward-wafting blew; and so they won</span>
<br/>
<span>To the mouth of the Sea Unfriendly: there made they a holy place</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Lord of the Deep; and a red-felled herd of the bulls of Thrace</span>
<br/>
<span>Was there, and a new-built altar of stone with a basin therein.</span>
<br/>
<span>And now, as they sped on, deeper they plunged into peril’s gin.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-28">
<header>
<p>Strophe 10</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But they cried to the Lord of Shipmen to bring them safely through</span>
<br/>
<span>The resistless rush of the Countering Rocks; for these were two,</span>
<br/>
<span>And alive they were, and onward they rolled more fearful-fast</span>
<br/>
<span>Than the thunderous-roaring battalions of winds; but death at the last</span>
<br/>
<span>By the demigods’ voyage was dealt them. To Phasis then came they,</span>
<br/>
<span>And there with the swart-faced Colchians they clashed in battle-play,</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, in the very presence of King Aietes. Then</span>
<br/>
<span>The Queen of the Darts keen-piercing brought from Olympus to men</span>
<br/>
<span>That dappled bird of the madness of love, the wryneck, and bound</span>
<br/>
<span>Was the thing by the Lady of Cyprus on a wheel whirled ceaselessly round</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-29">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 10</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>From whose arms there was no escaping; and she was the first that brought</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto earth that charm. And to Aison’s son the Goddess taught</span>
<br/>
<span>The Suppliant’s Incantation, whose glamour should cause to depart</span>
<br/>
<span>All reverent love of parents out of Medea’s heart,</span>
<br/>
<span>That a longing for Hellas might lash her with Suasion’s whip, till afire</span>
<br/>
<span>Was her soul. And she straightway taught him to achieve the tasks that her sire</span>
<br/>
<span>Had appointed to him; for she blended in magical wise with oil</span>
<br/>
<span>Strange drugs to anoint him, counter-spells for the fiery toil.</span>
<br/>
<span>And therewithal these vowed them each unto other to be</span>
<br/>
<span>Linked in the bands delightsome of spousal unity.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-30">
<header>
<p>Epode 10</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But when in the midst Aietes had set the adamant plough</span>
<br/>
<span>And the bulls, which out of their glowing jaws were breathing now</span>
<br/>
<span>The flame of a fire fierce-burning, as hoof after hoof of them stamped</span>
<br/>
<span>On the shuddering ground, as with brazen feet they heavily tramped,</span>
<br/>
<span>Then, unholpen of any, he led them to the yoke; straight furrows he drew,</span>
<br/>
<span>And up from a trench of a fathom deep huge clods he threw.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thereafter he cried his challenge: “This work now let your king,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whosoe’er hath command of your galley, to its accomplishment bring,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-31">
<header>
<p>Strophe 11</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“And so bear off for his guerdon the unperishing coverlet,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even the Fleece with golden-gleaming tassels beset.”</span>
<br/>
<span>As he spake it, his saffron mantle did Jason cast aside,</span>
<br/>
<span>And trusting in God he grappled with the task, and the rushing tide</span>
<br/>
<span>Of flame played on him unquailing, for magic wrapped him round</span>
<br/>
<span>By the spells of the sorceress-stranger. He seized the plough, and he bound</span>
<br/>
<span>The bulls’ necks fast in the harness, he stabbed each strong-ribbed frame</span>
<br/>
<span>With the merciless goad; and so to the end of the set task came</span>
<br/>
<span>That stalwart hero. Aietes, in amazement’s agony,</span>
<br/>
<span>Beholding the might of the stranger, gasped a wordless cry.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-32">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 11</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then to the strong-limbed hero, in token of love that they bare.</span>
<br/>
<span>Stretched forth their hands his comrades, and crowned with garlands his hair,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with loving praises they hailed him, and glad acclaiming shout.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then straightway the wondrous scion of Helios pointed out</span>
<br/>
<span>The place where the golden-gleaming Fleece was hung, wide-strained</span>
<br/>
<span>By the falchion of Phrixus: he trusted the goal should ne’er be attained</span>
<br/>
<span>Of that last toil by the stranger: in a tangled thicket it lay</span>
<br/>
<span>In a ravening dragon’s warding whose jaw-teeth gripped it aye;</span>
<br/>
<span>And in length and in breadth was he greater than a galley fifty-oared</span>
<br/>
<span>Welded by iron mallets with blow upon blow down-poured.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-33">
<header>
<p>Epode 11</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Too long for me is the wheel-rutted track, for the sands run low</span>
<br/>
<span>Of time; moreover a certain short bypath I know</span>
<br/>
<span>Who am leader in song unto many. The serpent lurid-eyed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Iridescent-scaled, by the magic spells of the hero died⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>O Arkesilas;⁠—and aided of Medea, he stole her, and fled</span>
<br/>
<span>With her who was Pelias’ death-snare. Through Ocean’s deeps they sped</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Red Sea; thence to the husband-slayers in Lemnos they came.</span>
<br/>
<span>There strove they for guerdons of raiment in many an athlete-game,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-34">
<header>
<p>Strophe 12</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And they couched with the women: in alien furrows there did they sow</span>
<br/>
<span>By night or by day the fateful seed of the bright sun-glow</span>
<br/>
<span>Of your line’s fair fortune. Planted there was Euphemus’ race,</span>
<br/>
<span>Destined to fadeless increase through ever-during days.</span>
<br/>
<span>In the homesteads of Lacedaemon the wanderers tarried awhile;</span>
<br/>
<span>In Thera thereafter abode they, once named Kalliste’s Isle.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thence was it the Son of Leto led your sires oversea,</span>
<br/>
<span>And gave them the plains of Libya, to bring prosperity</span>
<br/>
<span>To the land by god-given honours, and to rule o’er the hallowed town</span>
<br/>
<span>Of golden-throned Kyrene, the Nymph of old renown,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-35">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 12</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Having devised for it counsel that ruleth in righteousness aye.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now learn thou of Oedipus’ wisdom:<a href="#note-20" id="noteref-20" epub:type="noteref">20</a>⁠—“<em>If one should shear away</em></span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>With the axe keen-cleaving the branches of a stately oak, and bring</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>To shame its glorious beauty, even in the perishing</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>Of its fruitage, it still giveth token of that which it was of old,</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>Yea, though it should come to the hearth-fire at last in the winter’s cold,</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>Or whether, a great beam resting athwart the columns tall</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>That bear the weight of the rafters of a proud lord’s feasting-hall,</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span>
<em>It doeth slavish service walled in ’twixt roof and floor,</em>
</span>
<br/>
<span><em>And the place that knew it aforetime shall know it again no more.</em>”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-36">
<header>
<p>Epode 12</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>A physician thou art most timely; the light that from thee doth pour</span>
<br/>
<span>The Healer-god honours. For tending a deeply festering sore</span>
<br/>
<span>One needeth a hand most gentle. The weakest fool may shake</span>
<br/>
<span>A state to its very foundations; but hard is the struggle to make</span>
<br/>
<span>It again in its place stand firmly, unless God hasten to be</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto its rulers a pilot o’er discord’s stormy sea.</span>
<br/>
<span>But for thee is the vesture woven of such fair fortune. Be strong</span>
<br/>
<span>In thy striving to stablish Kyrene in weal to continue long;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-37">
<header>
<p>Strophe 13</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And of Homer’s sayings ponder thou this with diligent heed:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>“<em>A prudent messenger bringeth</em>,” he saith, “<em>unto every deed</em></span>
<br/>
<span><em>Honour exceeding goodly.</em>” By a message rightly told</span>
<br/>
<span>The Muse herself is exalted. Now Kyrene knoweth of old,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the world-famed hall of Battus knoweth, how righteously</span>
<br/>
<span>Demophilus ruled his spirit: a youth mid the youths was he</span>
<br/>
<span>In years, albeit in counsel was he as an elder of days,</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, as one that through years a hundred hath run life’s weary race.</span>
<br/>
<span>He silenceth slander; her blatant tongue is loud no more;</span>
<br/>
<span>And insolence overweening hath he throughly learned to abhor:</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-38">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 13</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He contendeth not with the noble; he lingereth no long space</span>
<br/>
<span>In bringing a work to fulfilment;⁠—for Opportunity stays</span>
<br/>
<span>By a man but a fleeting moment: well is it marked of him still</span>
<br/>
<span>How it waiteth on him as a helper, not as the slave of his will.</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all gifts this is the saddest, to know what is best for man,</span>
<br/>
<span>And yet that Fate the tyrant thy winning thereto should ban.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, Atlas still stands straining beneath heaven’s crushing load,</span>
<br/>
<span>From all his possessions exiled, from his ancestral abode.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet by Zeus ever-living the Titans were unchained; and as on time fleets,</span>
<br/>
<span>With the lulling and veering of breezes may the shipmen shift the sheets.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-4-39">
<header>
<p>Epode 13</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And this thy banished one prayeth that, now that his cup of pain</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath been drained to the dregs, he may look on the home of his youth again,</span>
<br/>
<span>May have part by Apollo’s fountain in the feast, may yield his heart</span>
<br/>
<span>To the joyance of youth, and mid burghers wise in the minstrel’s art</span>
<br/>
<span>May hold in his hands the cithern cunningly carved, and to peace</span>
<br/>
<span>May attain, doing hurt unto no man, and injured by none of these;</span>
<br/>
<span>And shall tell how fair a fountain of song immortal he found</span>
<br/>
<span>For Arkesilas, late welcomed by a friend on Theban ground.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-5" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Arkesilas of Kyrene, on the same victory as the preceding ode. It was sung at Kyrene on the return of the charioteer Karrhotus, the king’s brother-in-law, and leader of his armies (according to the scholiast). He brought back his horses, but his chariot remained at Delphi, consecrated to Apollo.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-5-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Far-reaching power has wealth for him to whom</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">It comes, a gift that Destiny sends</span>
<br/>
<span>With stainless honour linked: so leads he home</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">A charm that wins him friends.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thon, O Arkesilas the heaven-blest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Since from its first steps glory crowned</span>
<br/>
<span>Thy life, hast held that boon of Heaven in quest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Hast sought fair fame, and found,</span>
<br/>
<span>With aid of Kastor of the chariot golden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who bade the wintry tempest cease,</span>
<br/>
<span>And sheds upon thine hearthstone bliss-enfolden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Sunlight of skies of peace.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Whoso are noble bear with fairest grace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Such power as God bestows on thee;</span>
<br/>
<span>And thou on paths of righteousness dost pace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Crowned with prosperity;</span>
<br/>
<span>For over mighty cities king thou art;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And thy discernment eagle-eyed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Inborn with thee, hath wedded to thine heart</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Honour as to a bride.</span>
<br/>
<span>And this day crowns thy bliss with triumph glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In Pythian Games by fleet steeds won.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now hast thou welcomed home the chant victorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">As sweeps the revel on,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Phoebus’ delight. So, when the song they raise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Around Kyrene’s garden fair</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Aphrodite, to give God the praise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">For all, have thou a care.</span>
<br/>
<span>And hold Karrhotus dearest friend, who brought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Not back, to cloak disaster’s shame,</span>
<br/>
<span>Excuse, the child of late-wise Afterthought,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">When to the halls he came</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Battus’ sons, whose just rule lives in story;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But, hailed her guest by Kastaly’s Spring,</span>
<br/>
<span>Won for thee with his car a crown of glory⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Thy car all-conquering!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With reins unsnapped through all that hallowed space</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Around the courses twelve he swung,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor car nor harness brake he in the race,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">But dedicate hath hung</span>
<br/>
<span>On Phoebus’ wall the craftsmen’s masteries</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Riding whereon he passed ere then</span>
<br/>
<span>The hill of Krisa to the plain that lies</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In the God’s bosomed glen.</span>
<br/>
<span>The cypress shrine now hath them in possession</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By that self-moulded statue placed</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Cretan bowmen ’neath the roof Parnassian</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Unto the God upraised.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Beseems that with blithe heart thou welcome one</span>
<br/>
<span>Who hath done thee such service fair.</span>
<br/>
<span>Splendour ye shed on Alexibius’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span>O Graces of bright hair!</span>
<br/>
<span>O happy thou, that after labour sore</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou hast the praise of noblest song</span>
<br/>
<span>To keep thy memory green! Mid those twoscore</span>
<br/>
<span>Drivers, who mid the throng</span>
<br/>
<span>Were hurled to earth, thou with a heart undaunted</span>
<br/>
<span>Didst drive unscathed thy chariot on,</span>
<br/>
<span>And now to Libya from Games glory-haunted</span>
<br/>
<span>And thy sires’ home hast won.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>No man is now, nor shall be, portionless</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of trouble: yet on Battus’ line</span>
<br/>
<span>Still waits the olden bliss, though happiness</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And grief may intertwine.</span>
<br/>
<span>Kyrene’s warder-tower is this, a light</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of splendour on the stranger shed.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, thunder-throated lions in affright</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From Battus’ outcry fled⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>That voice from overseas! Your founder Apollo</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thrilled them with dread, that on the word</span>
<br/>
<span>Of prophecy might sure fulfilment follow</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">For him, Kyrene’s lord.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>’Tis Phoebus gives to men and women skill</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To heal all manner of disease;</span>
<br/>
<span>He gave the lyre, he teacheth whom he will</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">All Song’s sweet melodies.</span>
<br/>
<span>Into men’s hearts Fair Governance he brings,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Mother of peace: o’er Pytho’s cell</span>
<br/>
<span>He broodeth, whence his voice prophetic rings.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In Sparta he made dwell,</span>
<br/>
<span>In Argos, Pylos’ hallowed town, undaunted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Heracles’ and Aigimius’ line.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now Sparta’s dear renown must needs be chanted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">By her son’s lips, yea, mine.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thence my forefathers sprang, the Aigeïdae,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who, by the Gods’ grace destiny-led,</span>
<br/>
<span>To Thera fared of old, whence also we</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">That Feast inherited</span>
<br/>
<span>Of sacrifice wherein all people share,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in thy feast Karneian, King</span>
<br/>
<span>Apollo, of Kyrene builded fair</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">The glorious honour sing,</span>
<br/>
<span>Where dwell the brazen-harnessed Trojan strangers,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Antenor’s sons, who fled the war</span>
<br/>
<span>Wherein they saw Troy burnt, and came, sea-rangers,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">With Helen from afar.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Kind welcome to that chariot-driving band</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With gifts and sacrifice they gave</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom Aristoteles brought to Libyan land</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In swift ships o’er the wave,</span>
<br/>
<span>Cleaving a deep path through the sea, and made</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Greater the temple-groves divine,</span>
<br/>
<span>And for the festival-processions laid</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">A paved road’s level line</span>
<br/>
<span>For trampling steeds, and pilgrims magnifying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Apollo, Helper of our race.</span>
<br/>
<span>There now in death apart is Battus lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Hard by the market-place.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Blest was he while with men he found a home:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All reverence him, their hero, yet.</span>
<br/>
<span>Apart from him is each king’s hallowed tomb</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Before the palace set.</span>
<br/>
<span>To them in Hades wins some echo through⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If such life-music reach the dead⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>How prowess is besprent with kindly dew</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of victory-song outshed.</span>
<br/>
<span>So theirs too is Arkesilas’ triumph-story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The fame that justice doth award.</span>
<br/>
<span>While chant the youths, ’tis meet he sing the glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of Phoebus Golden-sword,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He whom glad Pythian songs immortalize⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The victor’s guerdon for all pains.</span>
<br/>
<span>I bat repeat the praises of the wise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In these my triumph-strains.</span>
<br/>
<span>His mind, his tongue, transcend his spring of life;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In courage as a broad-winged erne</span>
<br/>
<span>Mid weakling fowl, a tower in athlete-strife</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">No strength can overturn.</span>
<br/>
<span>Even from his mother’s knee did he give token</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of wings with my Song-queens to soar:</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his car-driving skill the praise is spoken</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">By this the wide world o’er.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-5-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And all paths that exalt his Libyan home</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath he essayed. Now graciously</span>
<br/>
<span>God perfecteth his powers. Through years to come,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Blest Kronos’ Sons, do ye</span>
<br/>
<span>Vouchsafe to him alike with hand and mind</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Still to excel. May his work stay,</span>
<br/>
<span>Wrecked by no blast of devastating wind</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In his life’s autumn-day.</span>
<br/>
<span>The mighty mind of Zeus is ever guiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their destiny whom he loveth well.</span>
<br/>
<span>To Battus’ seed may he grant fame abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Also in Pisa’s dell.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-6" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Xenocrates of Akragas, in Sicily, on the victory in the chariot-race won by his son, Thrasybulus, 490 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-6-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hear! for our ploughshare is sundering</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The glebe-furrows of starry-eyed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aphrodite, where Graces guide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Our feet drawing nigh to the shrine</span>
<br/>
<span>At the navel of earth hollow-thundering,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where for Emmenus’ heaven-blest line</span>
<br/>
<span>And for Akragas’ city enfolden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By her river, and, more than all,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Xenocrates, riseth the hall</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a treasure-house song-upholden</span>
<br/>
<span>In Apollo’s glen of the golden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Gifts gracing his temple-wall.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-6-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That treasure no rain-storm, hurling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Its pitiless hosts from the cloud</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Amid thunders crashing loud</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall sweep to abysses of sea</span>
<br/>
<span>By the storm-wind with shingle-drift swirling;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the porch of our treasury</span>
<br/>
<span>In brightness unsullied shall flame, it</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall publish the triumph afar,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thrasybulus, won by thy car</span>
<br/>
<span>In Krisa; and men shall acclaim it</span>
<br/>
<span>For thy sire and thy kindred, shall name it</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their glory, their splendour-star.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-6-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At thy right hand thou settest him ever,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And so by the charge dost thou hold</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which of yore mid the hills, it is told.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Achilles the child left lone</span>
<br/>
<span>Did Philyra’s son deliver,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto Peleus’ mighty son:</span>
<br/>
<span>“First of Abiders in Heaven</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Kronion do thou adore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lord of the thunder’s roar,</span>
<br/>
<span>And be reverence alway given</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto thy parents, even</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the end, till life be o’er.”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-6-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>This selfsame spirit aforetime</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Did mighty Antilochus bear:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For his father’s sake did he dare</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That Aethiop chief’s death-stroke</span>
<br/>
<span>When Memnon prevailed in the war-time.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For trammelled was Nestor’s yoke</span>
<br/>
<span>By the steed on the red earth lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the arrow of Paris shot.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ever nearer was havoc wrought</span>
<br/>
<span>By the lance that Memnon was plying;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the sire to his son spake, crying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For help, being terror-distraught.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-6-5">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That cry on the air was not wasted;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But withstanding a mightier alone,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His father’s life with his own</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That godlike son redeemed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And death’s cup of glory he tasted.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So in after days he seemed</span>
<br/>
<span>To the sons of each new generation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In those old times bygone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ever the noblest son</span>
<br/>
<span>In filial love’s consecration.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now⁠—by none out of any nation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is Thrasybulus outdone</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-6-6">
<header>
<p>Strophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In the duty ordained of our fathers.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With his sire’s brother’s glory he vies,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is in usance of wealth ever wise,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nor in arrogance lawlessly</span>
<br/>
<span>Grasps at youth’s pleasures, but gathers</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Flower-wisdom of poesy</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Muses’ hid garden ascending.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And he draweth nigh unto thee,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Earth-shaker, Lord of the sea,</span>
<br/>
<span>In thy chariot-contests contending.</span>
<br/>
<span>More sweet is his guest-befriending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Than the celled honeycomb of the bee.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-7" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Megakles of Athens (which had ostracised him a few months before this), his victory in the four-horse chariot-race, 486 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-7-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>No fairer prelude of the minstrel’s victory-chant can be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Than praise of Athens’ mighty town,</span>
<br/>
<span>When he would hymn the far-prevailing Alkmaionidae,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And their swift steeds’ renown.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, for what fatherland, what habitation,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">O singer, canst thou name</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That doth transcend, through all the Hellene nation,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Fair Athens’ fame?</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-7-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>There is no city but therethrough doth that proud story ring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of King Erechtheus’ burghers told,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who made thy shrine in hallowed Pytho, Phoebus Harper-King,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">A marvel to behold.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In Isthmian contests five were ye victorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Inspiring the bard’s strain;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At Zeus’ Olympian Feast one prize most glorious,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">At Kirrha twain,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-7-3">
<header>
<p>Epode</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thou and thy sires, O Megakles, achieved.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In your fair fortune I delight,</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet for the recompense my soul is grieved</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">That envy doth requite</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Your noble deeds withal. Yet long-enduring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Prosperity still brings, they say,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Evil with good; for there is no assuring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">That bliss shall stay.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-8" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Aristomenes of Aegina, on his victory in the Boys’ wrestling-match, 446 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-8-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O gentle-hearted Queen of Peace, thou Daughter</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Righteousness, to greatness dost thou raise</span>
<br/>
<span>Cities: of counsel calm and war’s mad slaughter</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The master-keys thou holdest. Of thy grace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Welcome the praise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Aristomenes, in athlete-strife</span>
<br/>
<span>Won at the Pythian Games. Thou knowest truly</span>
<br/>
<span>How to receive and give in season duly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The kindly courtesies that sweeten life.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet thou, whenever any man hath driven</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thine heart to righteous wrath, relentlessly,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sternly against the might of foes hast striven:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their insolence into the abyss of sea</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Is hurled by thee.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Porphyrion had not learned thy mighty sway</span>
<br/>
<span>When he provoked thy spirit overmeasure.</span>
<br/>
<span>If willing be the giver, precious treasure</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is that which the receiver bears away.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But violence bringeth low the fool high-vaunting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At last. Cihcia’s spawn, that demon-thing,</span>
<br/>
<span>Typhoeus hundred-headed, spirit-daunting,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Escaped not thee, nor yet the Giants’ king,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Whom lightning’s wing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Phoebus’ shafts o’erthrew, though ne’er so strong.</span>
<br/>
<span>Phoebus received with gracious condescending</span>
<br/>
<span>Xenokrates’ son home from Kirrha wending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Crowned with Parnassian wreaths and Dorian song.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ne’er hath she lost the favour of the Graces,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That isle which aye doth public faith uphold.</span>
<br/>
<span>The Aiakids’ glory never she effaces:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her fame abideth flawless as is told</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">In songs of old.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rings down the years the music of her name:</span>
<br/>
<span>They hymn the nurse of many an heir of glory</span>
<br/>
<span>Who reaped renown in battle’s stormy story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who won the crown in many an athlete-game.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, yet is she pre-eminent, a nation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of men heroic⁠—but the time would fail</span>
<br/>
<span>If I should now essay the consecration</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To lyre-strings and to song’s soft-rippling gale</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Of all that tale,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lest men’s ears should be overfilled the while</span>
<br/>
<span>And envy vex us. Let the task yet lying</span>
<br/>
<span>Before me speed on wings of poesy flying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy due, boy, youngest glory of thine isle.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thou in the wrestlers’ strife with feet unfailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Followest thy mother’s brethren glory-hymned:</span>
<br/>
<span>Theognotus at Olympia stood prevailing;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His, nor Kleitomachus’ fame by thee is dimmed,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">The mighty-limbed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At Isthmus victor. The Midylid Clan</span>
<br/>
<span>Dost thou exalt, who gainest that fruition</span>
<br/>
<span>Of glory of which the Prophet spake in vision</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Before Thebes’ gates, who saw in battle’s van</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Them of the Second Race, sons of the Seven,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who to avenge their sires from Argos came⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Spake riddling, while that first fight yet was striven:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“The spirit of their sires’ heroic fame</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Brighter shall flame</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet in the sons inborn. I see, I see</span>
<br/>
<span>Alkmaion, with the iridescent-glancing</span>
<br/>
<span>Dragon on his bright shield, foremost advancing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Through Kadmus’ rifted gates victoriously.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“But he, who in this war must flee the foemen,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hero Adrastus⁠—in that day I see</span>
<br/>
<span>He is with tidings of far happier omen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Compassed as with a wreath of victory.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Yet also he</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In his own house affliction’s cup shall drain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For, of the Danaan host shall he, he only</span>
<br/>
<span>Gather a slain son’s bones in anguish lonely,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ere safe, with folk unscathed, he comes again</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“By the Gods’ doom to Abas’ street-ways stately.”</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So Amphiaraus spake. And also I</span>
<br/>
<span>Cast on Alkmaion’s tomb, rejoicing greatly,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">My wreaths of song: the dews of poesy</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Thereon shall lie.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Neighbour and warder of my wealth is he,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who met me to earth’s storied centre faring</span>
<br/>
<span>With triumph-boding. Dead, he still is sharing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In his forefathers’ gift of prophecy.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But thou, Far-smiter, of whose presence haunted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is that world-welcoming fane in Pytho’s glen,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even there unto our champion hast thou granted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The greatest of all joys within the ken</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Of mortal men.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the home-isle, at Artemis’ Feast and thine</span>
<br/>
<span>The Fivefold Contest’s prize by thee was given</span>
<br/>
<span>To him, for which men passionately have striven.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O King, I pray thee, graciously incline</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thine eyes on each new song, that still my singing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">May with the Muses peal in harmony.</span>
<br/>
<span>Beside our revel-band of sweetly ringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Voices, doth Justice pace. Ye Gods, hear me!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Oh let there be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No jealousy of thee in heavenly eyes,</span>
<br/>
<span>Xenarkes, nor of thine! If one attaineth</span>
<br/>
<span>Glory the which with no long toil he gaineth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To many a fool he seemeth to be wise.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Who think his own good counsel still begetteth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Triumph; yet not with man success is found:</span>
<br/>
<span>God is the all-bestower; yea, he setteth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On high the low, abaseth the renowned</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Even to the ground.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At Megara also didst thou win the prize;</span>
<br/>
<span>In Marathon’s valley-nook thy name was glorious,</span>
<br/>
<span>Aristomenes, and thou didst stand victorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In thine own land at Hera’s contests thrice.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With purpose grim thou hurld’st thee, with fierce straining,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On four that met thee in the wrestling-ring,</span>
<br/>
<span>Youths to whom was not given by Fate’s ordaining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From Pythian Games thy glad mien home to bring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Which now I sing;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nor, as each fared back to his mother’s side,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thrilled them with joy proud laughter softly pealing,</span>
<br/>
<span>But from the sneers of foes through byways stealing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Heart-stung by their ill-hap in shame they hied.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He that in youth-tide’s bloom hath won so lately</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Glory, is wont to be uplifted high</span>
<br/>
<span>On wings of hope; his courage waxeth greatly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With lifting pinions: riches’ witchery</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">Doth he defy.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet ah, it is but for one little hour</span>
<br/>
<span>That mortal bliss grows, not curse-overtaken.</span>
<br/>
<span>In one short hour, as by an earthquake shaken,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">’Tis hurled to the dust by adverse Destiny’s power.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-8-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What are we?⁠—what not?⁠—things in one day ending!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Man is a dream through shadows dimly seen.</span>
<br/>
<span>But when a glory shines from God descending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Then rests on men a sunbright splendour-sheen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i6">And life serene.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Speed thou, Aegina, mother love-adored,</span>
<br/>
<span>This city on her voyage of freedom onward!</span>
<br/>
<span>May Zeus’ and Aiakus’ blessing lift her sunward,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Peleus, Achilles, valiant Telamon ward!</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-9" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IX</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Telesikrates of Kyrene, on his victory in the race in full-armour, 474 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-9-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Fain am I, by the favour of the Graces</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Deep-girt, to chant aloud the victory won</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Telesikrates, Kyrene’s son,</span>
<br/>
<span>At Pytho in the brazen-harnessed races.</span>
<br/>
<span>His fortune fair I sing, and chant the glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That crowns the city of the flying car,</span>
<br/>
<span>Kyrene!⁠—Her Apollo, saith the story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The bright-haired Son of Leto, caught afar</span>
<br/>
<span>From Pelion’s dells with echoing winds enfolden,</span>
<br/>
<span>And bare her thence upon his chariot golden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That huntress-maid, to where he made her queen</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of flocks and harvests in her wide demesne,</span>
<br/>
<span>The third part of the great earth’s boundless bosom,</span>
<br/>
<span>A root of leafage fair and lovely blossom.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then welcomed Aphrodite silver-footed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her Delian guest, and touched with fingers light</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The car a God had fashioned starry-bright;</span>
<br/>
<span>And o’er their bridal couch, the rapture-fruited,</span>
<br/>
<span>The loveliness of shamefastness down-shedding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In bonds of mutual love she linked the twain,</span>
<br/>
<span>The Archer-god unto the daughter wedding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Hypseus wide-dominioned, who did reign</span>
<br/>
<span>In that day o’er the haughty Lapith nation,</span>
<br/>
<span>A hero-son of the third generation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Ocean’s Lord. Him mid the mountain-dells</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">World-famed where mighty Pindus heavenward swells,</span>
<br/>
<span>The child of Earth, Kreusa Fountain-maiden,</span>
<br/>
<span>Bare to Peneius’ bed with sweetness laden.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His child Kjnrene of the arms of snow</span>
<br/>
<span>Had little love for pacings to and fro</span>
<br/>
<span>Before the loom, nor for feast-revelry</span>
<br/>
<span>With maiden-friends home-keeping young as she;</span>
<br/>
<span>But warring with bronze darts without surcease,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with the hunter’s knife, that princess slew</span>
<br/>
<span>Fierce beasts of prey. Ay, wide-spread was the peace</span>
<br/>
<span>And restful that her father’s cattle knew.</span>
<br/>
<span>But little wasted she upon her eyes</span>
<br/>
<span>Of slumber, restfellow that sweetly lies</span>
<br/>
<span>On tired ones, when Dawn’s feet prepare to climb the skies.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Where gloomed the forest-solitudes around her</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">She grappled a fierce lion once in fight</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Spearless. Then He of the far arrow-flight,</span>
<br/>
<span>Apollo, God of the wide quiver, found her.</span>
<br/>
<span>Straightway amazement-stricken did he cry on</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Cheiron, whose rocky hall was hard thereby:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Leave thou thine hallowed cave, O Philyra’s scion;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Gaze on the mighty strength with wondering eye</span>
<br/>
<span>Of yonder woman, how with brow undaunted</span>
<br/>
<span>She wages conflict grim! Not terror-haunted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her spirit is in peril’s tempest-rush:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her iron heart no weight of toil can crush!</span>
<br/>
<span>What sire begat a child so lion-hearted?</span>
<br/>
<span>From what strong kindred is she exile-parted,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“That now in hidden folds she should be dwelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of hills dark-shadowed? She puts to the test</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Strength limitless! Doth it beseem the Blest</span>
<br/>
<span>To lay on her his glorious hands all-quelling</span>
<br/>
<span>Even now, or rather to pluck this sweet flower</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of spousal rites upon a bridal bed?”</span>
<br/>
<span>Came on the Centaur inspiration’s power,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in the wisdom of his heart he said,</span>
<br/>
<span>“With eyes beneath his kindly brow soft-smiling:</span>
<br/>
<span>Phoebus, the keys of Suasion heart-beguiling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That ope the portal of love’s sanctities</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Are from the light withheld. A shame it is</span>
<br/>
<span>For Gods or men to leap to love’s fruition</span>
<br/>
<span>First in broad day, dishonouring Night’s sweet mission.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Now even thee, whose tongue hath never lied,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor can, thy softened mood hath turned aside</span>
<br/>
<span>To utter feignèd speech. <em>Thou</em> askest, King,</span>
<br/>
<span>The maiden’s lineage!⁠—thou to whom everything</span>
<br/>
<span>Is known, all issues whereto all things tend,</span>
<br/>
<span>All paths that lead thereto through all the world:</span>
<br/>
<span>How many leaves earth up to light doth send</span>
<br/>
<span>In spring, the number of the sand-grains hurled</span>
<br/>
<span>Down seas and streams when waves wind-driven rise,</span>
<br/>
<span>And what shall come to pass and whence⁠—thine eyes</span>
<br/>
<span>See clearly. Yet, if I must match me against the wise,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“I will speak on. To this glade sombre-shady</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thou cam’st to espouse her; yea, and thou shalt bear</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her overseas unto the garden fair</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Zeus, where thou shalt make her royal lady</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a new city. Thou shalt gather thither</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">An isle-folk round its plain-encircled hill.</span>
<br/>
<span>And that land’s queen, content to queen it with her,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Libya of broad meads, shall with gracious will</span>
<br/>
<span>Welcome thy glorious bride in golden bower.</span>
<br/>
<span>And there the lady Libya shall, for dower,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Give her a portion of the land to be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lawful domain beneath her sovereignty,</span>
<br/>
<span>Land rich in tribute of all plants fruit-laden</span>
<br/>
<span>And wildwood-prowlers for thine huntress-maiden.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“There shall she bear the son whom thou hast given,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom glorious Hermes in his hour of birth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall from his mother take, and bear to Earth</span>
<br/>
<span>And to the Hours, the splendour-throned in Heaven.</span>
<br/>
<span>And while upon their knees thy child is lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Soft-cradled, these between his lips shall pour</span>
<br/>
<span>Ambrosia and nectar; so undying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Even as a God, shall he be evermore,</span>
<br/>
<span>As Zeus, as holy Apollo: sweetest, dearest</span>
<br/>
<span>To all his friends, to their hearts ever nearest.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nomeus, ‘flock-warder,’ Agreus, these shall name</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy son, as Aristaius those acclaim.”</span>
<br/>
<span>His words spurred on the God’s heart passion-thrilling</span>
<br/>
<span>To bring to pass the bridal’s sweet fulfilling.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Swift are the acts of Gods, and short their ways</span>
<br/>
<span>Whose purposes to their fulfilment race.</span>
<br/>
<span>That selfsame day saw Love his goal attain;</span>
<br/>
<span>For in a golden chamber were the twain</span>
<br/>
<span>Made one, in Libya’s bower, whence she looks down</span>
<br/>
<span>On a fair city famed in athlete-rings.</span>
<br/>
<span>Kameades’ son hath linked Kyrene’s town</span>
<br/>
<span>At Pytho with the fair flower fortune brings.</span>
<br/>
<span>His victory there hath published wide her name.</span>
<br/>
<span>The city of fair girls with glad acclaim</span>
<br/>
<span>Greets him who brings to her from Delphi lovely fame.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Great deeds of prowess lure the bard unwitting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To lengthen out his strain; yet brevity</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Grace-clad the wise hear most acceptably.</span>
<br/>
<span>In everything to grasp the season fitting</span>
<br/>
<span>Crowneth the emprise. Thebe seven-gated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Knew it; nor Iolaus failed to tread</span>
<br/>
<span>That path. He clave Eurystheus’ head all-hated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With the keen sword; but when himself lay dead,</span>
<br/>
<span>Then Thebe buried him with honour, heaping</span>
<br/>
<span>His grave-mound where Amphitryon lay sleeping,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her chariot-chief⁠—that tomb wherein did rest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His father’s father, he who was the guest</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Sown Men, lords of white steeds, who greeted</span>
<br/>
<span>That hero well in Thebe stately-streeted.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To him and Zeus did royal-souled Alkmena</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In love united, in one travail bear</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The might of twin sons: conquerors they were</span>
<br/>
<span>Ever, these twain, in battle’s grim arena.</span>
<br/>
<span>A dullard is the man who never raiseth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His voice to sing the deeds of Heracles,</span>
<br/>
<span>And Dirke’s streams remembereth not nor praiseth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whose Fountain-maid reared him and Iphikles.</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto these now will I uplift a chanting</span>
<br/>
<span>Of triumph-song for that their gracious granting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of vows’ fulfilment. On me may your light,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Graces ringing-voiced, shine ever bright!</span>
<br/>
<span>Aegina and Nisus’ Hill have heard me singing</span>
<br/>
<span>Three times ere this, Kyrene’s praise outringing.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And so the impotence that is the shame</span>
<br/>
<span>Of tongue-tied bards do I escape. I claim</span>
<br/>
<span>That citizens, friends or foes, shall ne’er conceal</span>
<br/>
<span>Good work accomplished for the common weal,</span>
<br/>
<span>That jealousy set not at nought the rede</span>
<br/>
<span>Of that old Sea-god: “Give whole-hearted praise,</span>
<br/>
<span>If justice claim it, for each noble deed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even to a foe⁠—dispraise is thy disgrace!”</span>
<br/>
<span>Our maids at Pallas’ yearly feasts saw thee</span>
<br/>
<span>Full oft victorious, and prayed silently,</span>
<br/>
<span>Telesikrates, that such their spouse or son might be.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In Games Olympian thine was fame far-ringing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in the lists beside Earth’s central stone,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in the land thou claimest for thine own:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>But lo, as I would quench my thirst for singing,</span>
<br/>
<span>I hear a voice that speaks of old-time glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That bids me pay a debt, recall the pride</span>
<br/>
<span>Of thy forefathers, bids me tell the story</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How, for the winning of a Libyan bride,</span>
<br/>
<span>Hasted to Irasa’s city many a lover</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a fair-haired one famed the wide world over,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Drawn thither for Antaius’ daughter’s sake,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whom many a gallant kinsman fain would take</span>
<br/>
<span>To wife, and many in far countries dwelling;</span>
<br/>
<span>For wondrous was her beauty, past all telling.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With passionate longing for love’s fruit they sought her,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This mortal Hebe of the Golden Crown.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Howbeit a marriage of more high renown</span>
<br/>
<span>Her father purposed for his princess-daughter.</span>
<br/>
<span>For he had heard how Danaus meditated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">At Argos how should spousal-rites be won</span>
<br/>
<span>For eight-and-forty daughters yet unmated,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ere their life’s noontide should have come and gone,</span>
<br/>
<span>And how he compassed this with no delaying.</span>
<br/>
<span>For at the limits of the lists arraying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The throng of suitors of the maidens sweet,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He bade them by contention of swift feet</span>
<br/>
<span>Decide which several daughter should be given</span>
<br/>
<span>To each whose feet had for the guerdon striven.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-9-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So would that lord of Libya-land decide</span>
<br/>
<span>Between those suitors for a princess-bride.</span>
<br/>
<span>He set the maid bedecked with gold and gem</span>
<br/>
<span>To be the goal and prize, and cried to them</span>
<br/>
<span>That he should lead her home who foremost sped</span>
<br/>
<span>And touched her robes. Of all that suitor-band</span>
<br/>
<span>Alexidamus’ swift feet foremost fled,</span>
<br/>
<span>And his hand clasped the noble maiden’s hand,</span>
<br/>
<span>And led her through the Nomad horse-array.</span>
<br/>
<span>Leaves many and wreaths upon him showered they,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, many a victory-plume had he won ere that day.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-10" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">X</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Hippokleas of Thessaly, on his victory in the quarter-mile race for boys, 498 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. The expenses of the composition and performance of this ode since the winner’s family were not in a position to meet them were, for the honour of his country, borne by Thorax, head of the Aleuadae Clan, the aristocratic rulers of Larissa. These claimed descent from Perseus, through Heracles.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-10-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Happy is Sparta, and blessed is Thessaly, seeing there reigneth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In one and the other a race descended from Heracles.</span>
<br/>
<span>Is not the vaunt out of season? O nay, for a summons constraineth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Me from Pelinna and Pytho and sons of Aleuas, for these</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Would bring to Hippokleas chanting of victory-choruses.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He hath tasted the joy of the athlete: the gorge of Parnassus hath hailed him</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the host of the dwellers around as first in the boys’ double-race.</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweet, O Apollo, man’s work is when God’s strong help hath availed him,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sweet in beginning and end; and this he achieved by thy grace;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And his prowess inborn in the print of the feet of his father doth pace.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For twice in Olympia’s contests in armour of battle-biding</span>
<br/>
<span>Ares did Phrikias run: in the mead under Kirrha’s rock hiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Were the feet of the father winged with the might of victory.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So ever may fortune fair follow these in the days to be!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So may their splendour of wealth ever bloom as the flower-starred lea.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of the blessings delightsome of Hellas may these win no small measure!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No jealous repen tings of Gods turn ever to darkness their light!</span>
<br/>
<span>Sooth, a God’s heart only is painless; yet he winneth happiness’ treasure,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And is hymned of the singers, whose prowess of hands or of feet to the height</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of athlete-triumph hath climbed by his courage and bodily might,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And he who hath lived to behold a son by Fate’s favour attaining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The Pythian crown. Heaven’s towers are for mortals unscaleable aye;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet all havens of splendour a mortal may sail to are his for the gaining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But neither the journeying foot nor the galley, quest as they may,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the Rest-land Auroral shall find the mvstery-hidden way.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet did Perseus the war-chief feast in their halls, and their sacrificing</span>
<br/>
<span>Behold, as from altars he saw the smoke of ass-hecatombs rising</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto Apollo; yea, and the God hath delight evermore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the festival-banquets of these, and their chants that heavenward soar;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And he laugheth beholding the beasts as they wanton with ramp and roar.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, and the Muse from their lives is not exiled, but circlewise winding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Dances of maidens sweep, and the voice of the lyre rings clear,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the notes of the pipe, and their tresses with golden bay-leaves binding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Blithely they banquet, nor eld nor wasting disease draw near</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To that hallowed folk, but from toil and from clash of sword and spear</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Dwell they afar, and the tyrannous Goddess of Retribution</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">They escape. To that happy folk of old fared Danae’s son</span>
<br/>
<span>Guided on by Athene, and breathing an aweless heart’s resolution.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the Gorgon he slew, and he bare that head which luridly shone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With serpents that dealt to the island people a death of stone.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So the Gods but accomplish it, nought is too hard for our credence and wonder.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now stay the car. Muse; from the prow slip the anchor to grapple thereunder</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The sea-floor, to guard thee against the reef that lurking lies.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the flower-sweet glory of this my song ever restlessly flies</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From legend to legend, a bee with honey-laden thighs.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O, I trust that, the while the lips of Ephyra’s singers are pouring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">My sweet strains forth by the side of Peneius, my songs may make</span>
<br/>
<span>Hippokleas by age-mates and elders more honoured, with eyes adoring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Looked on by maidens young, for his victory-garlands’ sake.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Men’s hearts do diverse temptations with longing captive take;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But the prize for which each man hath striven, and won, is the soul-alluring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Desire of his heart for the hour that is present⁠—yet what the tide</span>
<br/>
<span>Of time in a year shall bring, none knoweth. Ah, but enduring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall be Thorax’ friendship, I trust! On this car of the Muses I ride</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the help he hath rendered, a friend to a friend, and a guide to a guide.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-10-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As gold by the touchstone tried is the soul that from right never falters.</span>
<br/>
<span>His noble brethren withal will we praise, the princely exalters</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Thessaly’s commonweal, which ever they magnify.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, best in the hands of highborn men doth the piloting lie</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of cities wherein their fathers have ruled in the years gone by.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-11" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Thrasydaius of Thebes, on his victory in the Boys’ foot-race, 474 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>. Sung at Thebes in a procession to the temple of Apollo.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-11-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Daughters of Kadmus!⁠—Semele borne mid flame</span>
<br/>
<span>To Olympus’ streets⁠—White Goddess whose earth-name</span>
<br/>
<span>Was Ino, who dost share the hyaline caves</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Nereus’ daughters, maidens of the waves;</span>
<br/>
<span>Come with the mother of that mighty son</span>
<br/>
<span>Heracles: pace to Melia’s temple on.</span>
<br/>
<span>Come to the treasure-house of tripods golden</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Loxias hath in chiefest honour holden,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And named the Shrine Ismenian, the home</span>
<br/>
<span>Of truthful oracles. Ye children come</span>
<br/>
<span>Born of Harmonia! Lo, he doth command</span>
<br/>
<span>The host of goddess-heroines of the land</span>
<br/>
<span>To gather to his temple, that at fall</span>
<br/>
<span>Of eventide ye may with one voice all</span>
<br/>
<span>Of holy Themis sing, of Pytho’s visions,</span>
<br/>
<span>And of Earth’s Heart that giveth just decisions.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of seven-gated Thebes the glory sing,</span>
<br/>
<span>And of the strife in Kirrha’s athlete-ring</span>
<br/>
<span>Wherein hath Thrasydaius made renowned</span>
<br/>
<span>His sire’s hearth, for the third time garland-crowned</span>
<br/>
<span>In those rich fields where Pylades the loyal</span>
<br/>
<span>Welcomed the heir to Sparta’s sceptre royal,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Orestes: him his nurse Arsinoe</span>
<br/>
<span>Rescued from the fierce hands, the treachery</span>
<br/>
<span>Most foul of Klytaemnestra, when she laid</span>
<br/>
<span>The young child’s father dead with murderous blade,</span>
<br/>
<span>And when with the pale-gleaming bronze she sped</span>
<br/>
<span>To Acheron’s shadowy margent of the dead</span>
<br/>
<span>Kassandra, Dardanid Priam’s prophet-daughter</span>
<br/>
<span>With Agamemnon’s soul, in one red slaughter</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Wrought by a ruthless woman. Was she stung</span>
<br/>
<span>By heavy-handed wrath, to life that sprung</span>
<br/>
<span>When on the altar Iphigeneia lay</span>
<br/>
<span>Beside Euripus’ sea-gorge, far away</span>
<br/>
<span>From her own land? Or was she adultery’s thrall</span>
<br/>
<span>Passion-seduced to sin beneath night’s pall?⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>For brides new-wedded hatefullest transgression,</span>
<br/>
<span>Not to be hidden, made the world’s possession</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By scandal-gloating neighbours’ tongues: for spite</span>
<br/>
<span>Of jealousy clings cloudlike to the height</span>
<br/>
<span>Of royal station. Of the common herd</span>
<br/>
<span>The sins and follies pass unmarked, unheard.</span>
<br/>
<span>So, after ten long years returned, to die on</span>
<br/>
<span>His own hearthstone in Amyklae, Atreus’ scion,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And drew to death with him the prophetess-maid,</span>
<br/>
<span>When he, avenging Helen’s rape, had laid</span>
<br/>
<span>Low all Troy’s homes delectable in flame.</span>
<br/>
<span>But that child-head, his son Orestes, came</span>
<br/>
<span>Safe to old Strophius, his father’s guest,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who in the vale dwelt ’neath Parnassus’ crest.</span>
<br/>
<span>And the years watched that murderess, till they brought her</span>
<br/>
<span>A son to join with hers her paramour’s slaughter.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Surely, O friends, where brancheth into twain</span>
<br/>
<span>One track, in wilderment have I in vain</span>
<br/>
<span>Sought the straight path I travelled hitherto!</span>
<br/>
<span>Was it some wind that from the right course blew</span>
<br/>
<span>Me, as a boat drifts chartless o’er the sea?</span>
<br/>
<span>Nay, Muse, ’tis thine, if thou for silver fee</span>
<br/>
<span>Didst covenant to uplift thy voice in singing,</span>
<br/>
<span>To send it this way now, now that way ringing,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now to the father’s wreath at Pytho won,</span>
<br/>
<span>To Thrasydaius now, his victor son.</span>
<br/>
<span>Gladness and glory ever shine on these:</span>
<br/>
<span>Erewhile they won proud chariot-victories</span>
<br/>
<span>When down Olympus’ world-famed course went dashing</span>
<br/>
<span>Their horses’ splendour of swiftness sunlike-flashing.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Last, mid disvestured runners forth they came</span>
<br/>
<span>In Pytho’s athlete-lists, and put to shame</span>
<br/>
<span>A host of Hellene rivals by their speed.</span>
<br/>
<span>God grant that I may crave such prowess-meed</span>
<br/>
<span>As fits with honour, while life’s tree is green</span>
<br/>
<span>May seek things possible. Still have I seen,</span>
<br/>
<span>In all states, happiest is the middle station,</span>
<br/>
<span>But despotism hath my condemnation.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The general good I seek with my whole might.</span>
<br/>
<span>So baffled is infatuate envy’s spite,</span>
<br/>
<span>When he who hath climbed high holds his spirit’s reins,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the brute pride of arrogance restrains.</span>
<br/>
<span>So, when his feet draw nigh the last long home,</span>
<br/>
<span>More bright and fair to him shall dark death come,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who to his nearest and his dearest leaveth</span>
<br/>
<span>A good name⁠—costlier treasure none receiveth.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-11-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>’Tis this hath raised above the common throng</span>
<br/>
<span>Iolaus Iphikles’ son renowned in song;</span>
<br/>
<span>So Kastor’s might lives on in poesy’s strain,</span>
<br/>
<span>And thine, King Polydeukes, god-born twain,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who in the tomb lie through one day of sorrow,</span>
<br/>
<span>On whom Heaven’s glory shineth on each morrow.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="pythian-12" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Midas of Akragas, on his victory in flute-playing, 490 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>.</p>
</header>
<section id="pythian-12-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Lover of splendour, above all cities beauty-dowered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Persephone’s home, who dost dwell by Akragas’ water-meads green</span>
<br/>
<span>Sheep-pastured, throned on thine hill of the ramparts stately-towered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With kindly favour of Gods and of men accept, O Queen,</span>
<br/>
<span>This crown that from Pytho is brought thee: the glory of Midas hailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Welcome him, him who is champion of Hellas in that flute-strain</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Pallas Athene devised when she wove into music the wailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the Gorgons fierce, their death-dirge over a sister slain,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-12-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The lament that she heard from the awful maids’ snake-heads outshrieking,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As it poured from their lips forth laden with bitterest anguish of grief,</span>
<br/>
<span>When Perseus had smitten the third, their sister, with bronze death-wreaking,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And bare thence doom to Seriphus’ island-folk and their chief.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, and the wondrous daughters of Phorkys he spoiled of vision,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And bitter for Polydektes his bridal-gift he made,</span>
<br/>
<span>Bitter his mother’s thraldom, her spousals’ enforced decision,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With the head of Medusa the weirdly beautiful, shorn by the blade</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-12-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of Danae’s son, of the shower of gold, as the legend telleth,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Begotten. But when the Maid had released from his labours’ strain</span>
<br/>
<span>The man she befriended, she framed the manifold music that welleth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the flute, that her harmonies so might mimic the shrieks of pain</span>
<br/>
<span>Wild and high from Euryale’s ravening jaws outshrilling.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her devising it was, but she gave it to mortal men to possess;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the “Strain of the Many Heads” she named it, the spirit-thrilling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Kindler of hearts to the contests whereinto multitudes press,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="pythian-12-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Notes poured thick and fast through the thin-beaten bronze and the reeds upspringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the burg of the Graces, the city of fair dance-lawns in the close</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Nymph of Kephisus, true witnesses they of the dance soft-swinging.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If bliss among mortals there be, ’tis not won but with travail-throes.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet a God may accomplish it even to-day⁠—but there is no fleeing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That which of Fate is foredoomed: but surely a time shall be</span>
<br/>
<span>When a Power that smites with a stroke all-sudden, past man’s foreseeing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall grant thee a boon unhoped for, yet hold back another from thee.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
</section>
<section id="the-nemean-odes" epub:type="volume bodymatter z3998:non-fiction">
<h2 epub:type="title">The Nemean Odes</h2>
<article id="nemean-1" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Chromius of Etna, who claimed descent from Heracles, on his victory in the chariot-race, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 476 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-1-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O breathing-place of Alpheus panting in chase of the Nymph Arethusa, O child</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Syracuse world-renowned, Ortygia, couch of the Huntress-queen of the wild,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">O sister of Delos, the chant sweet-ringing is speeding from thee to proclaim with singing</span>
<br/>
<span>The mighty glory of tempest-footed horses, by Zeus’ grace, Etna’s lord;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the chariot of Chromius and Nemea stir me to yoke to her victory song’s reward.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Lo, how the Song’s foundations are laid in homage of Gods, and in praise of the might</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the victor’s godlike prowess! By fortune fair is he lifted to glory’s height.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Even the Song-queens joy in recording contests strenuous, garland-awarding.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ho, scatter achievement’s splendour-seed o’er the isle Lord Zeus to Persephone gave</span>
<br/>
<span>To be Queen of the land fruit-wealthy, and bowed the locks that o’er brows Olympian wave</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For his pledge to exalt her crowns of wealthy cities, this Sicily harvest-teeming;</span>
<br/>
<span>And a people Kronion bestowed on her, wooers of war in bronze-hammered harness gleaming,</span>
<br/>
<span>A folk of the spear and the steed, to be wedded full oft to Olympia’s olive-leaf golden:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Lo, I have lighted on theme after theme, never falsely, but aye by the truth have I holden.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Sweet are the strains that I sing as I stand at the doors of a hero who loveth the guest;</span>
<br/>
<span>And there is arrayed a banquet meet for a bard in the halls whither oft have pressed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Strangers from far-off shores who departed:⁠—O yea, he hath won for him friends true-hearted</span>
<br/>
<span>By whom slander is quenched, as smouldering fire by water. Diverse be men in skill,</span>
<br/>
<span>But in straight paths ever ’tis meet to walk, and to fight life’s battle as Nature shall will.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Bodily strength in action worketh, but wisdom of soul in counsel, for one</span>
<br/>
<span>In whom is inborn the skill to foresee the future. Agesidamus’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To thee, life through, by the grace of Heaven, have strength and wisdom alike been given.</span>
<br/>
<span>I love not to hoard in mine halls vast wealth, but to taste life’s pleasures and share life’s wine,</span>
<br/>
<span>For my good name’s sake, with friends; for the hopes of toil-tried men I account as mine.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For me, my spirit is willing thrall to the fascination of Heracles’ glory;</span>
<br/>
<span>Mid the heights of achievement whereunto he soared I love to recall that old-time story,</span>
<br/>
<span>How, soon as the son of Zeus came forth to the light of day with his twin-born brother,</span>
<br/>
<span>When he leapt to the splendour of sunlight-glow from the travail-tormented womb of his mother,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then Hera the gold-enthroned marked well where the babe mid his saffron swaddlings lay;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Queen of the Gods, with anger stung, two serpents against him sent straightway.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Into the chamber, when opened its portal, they slid, those servants of hate immortal,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ravening-eager to coil their swiftly-darting jaws round the children twain.</span>
<br/>
<span>But Heracles straightway uplifted his head, and was first to essay the battle-strain,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And of either serpent he gripped the throat in the hands wherefrom escape there was none,</span>
<br/>
<span>Till the breath of life from their monstrous frames was breathed as the feet of time stole on.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">But the arrow of horror soul-overpowering smote the maids round the bed of Alkmena cowering.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, even she from her couch of the night had leapt of her tunic disarrayed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with weak woman-hands to beat the monsters’ tyrannous onslaught back she essayed.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And swiftly a throng of the chiefs Kadmeian came hurrying thither in bronze-mail clashing,</span>
<br/>
<span>And thither the father Amphitryon hasted, his falchion bared from the sheath outflashing,</span>
<br/>
<span>Smitten with keen-stabbing anguish: for each man’s grief on his own soul heavily presseth;</span>
<br/>
<span>But soon disburdened of grief is the heart that nought but another’s affliction distresseth.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And there with his soul in a turmoil of wonder and rapture past all bearing he stood</span>
<br/>
<span>Beholding the tokens of giant strength and the child’s unearthly-aweless mood:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For to falsehood the tale of the messengers’ telling by the Gods had been turned. Then one near-dwelling</span>
<br/>
<span>He summoned, Teiresias ever-unerring seer, the prophet of Zeus most high;</span>
<br/>
<span>And to him and to all his host the child’s life-fortune did that seer prophesy.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For he told how many justice-defying monsters on land and sea he should slay,</span>
<br/>
<span>And should give unto death a man most hateful who walked in malice’s crooked way;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Yea also and when the strife should be striven on Phlegra’s plain of the Dwellers in Heaven</span>
<br/>
<span>Against the earth-spawned Giants arrayed, then ’neath his arrows’ rushing rain</span>
<br/>
<span>Should the flame-bright hair of the monster-brood be fouled in death with dust of the plain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-1-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But himself, at rest from his mighty toils, should thereafter inherit through days unending</span>
<br/>
<span>Peace ever-during, for sufferings past a recompense all earth-joys transcending,</span>
<br/>
<span>In the mansions of bliss wherein, united to Hebe blooming in youth eternal,</span>
<br/>
<span>With Zeus Kronion he sits at the feast in the deep content of a home supernal.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-2" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Timodemus of Acharnae in Attica, who had been trained in Salamis, on his victory in the Pancration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 485 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-2-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As the sons of Homer, the singers of deftly-woven lays,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ever begin their chants with a prelude in Zeus’s praise,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">So in the Grove whose glory is chanted in every nation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">This hero-athlete hath laid his achievements’ first foundation</span>
<br/>
<span>Where in Nemean Zeus’s name are bestowed the victor’s bays.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-2-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And if She, who unswerving hath guided his feet, even Destiny,</span>
<br/>
<span>On the path by his forefathers trodden, hath given this man to be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">A glory to mighty Athens, he surely is fated victorious,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">This son of Timonous, often to pluck the flower most glorious</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Isthmian Games, and at Pytho to win the victory;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-2-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For ’tis meet that Orion’s rising should follow exceeding nigh</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Pleiad Maids of the Mountain. Few can with Salamis vie</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">As a nurse of warriors mighty: yea. Hector in Troy’s war-leaguer</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Heard Aias’ challenge; and thee shall thy prowess contest-eager</span>
<br/>
<span>In the fivefold grapple, O Timodemus, glorify.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-2-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Acharnae, as tell old legends, for hero-sons is renowned;</span>
<br/>
<span>And in all that pertaineth to contests pre-eminent still hath been found</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">This Timodemus’ House: in Parnassus imperial-seated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Have they won four victory-wreaths, strong champions aye undefeated.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, also in royal Pelops’ mountain-folds were they crowned</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-2-5">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Eight times by the sons of Corinth; in Nemea withal did they gain</span>
<br/>
<span>Seven triumph-wreaths; and at home, where Olympian Zeus’s fane</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Looks down on the contest, garlands whose number passeth the telling.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Let Timodemus, O citizens, hear your acclaim upswelling</span>
<br/>
<span>Hailing his home-return! Now upraise ye the sweet-ringing strain.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-3" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Aristokleides of Aegina, on his victory in the Pancration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 475 (?), some years before; written for an anniversary of the victory.</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-3-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O queenly Muse, our mother, hitherward come, I pray,</span>
<br/>
<span>When the holy Moon brings round the Nemean festal day,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To Aegina the guest-thronged Dorian isle. Where the ripples are sliding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of Asopian waves, young craftsmen of songs honey-savoured, abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Thy coming, are longing to hear thy voice’s great song-burden!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Sooth, diverse deeds ever thirst for many a diverse guerdon,</span>
<br/>
<span>But victory in these Games above all things loveth Song</span>
<br/>
<span>Meetest companion of crowns and of triumphs achieved by the strong.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Muse, unto me full measure of inspiration accord,</span>
<br/>
<span>And do thou, his daughter, upraise to the cloud-thronged heaven’s Lord</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">A noble hymn: I will blend it⁠—its strains as in spousals allying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With the lyre and the voices of singers. Aegina’s glorifying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Shall be a delightsome task; for there did the Myrmidons olden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Dwell: on the place where in ancient days were their gatherings holden</span>
<br/>
<span>By thy favour no shameful reproach did Aristokleides bring</span>
<br/>
<span>By weakness in that great strife of the strong in the athlete-ring</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of the fivefold grapple, but there in Nemea’s low-lying plain</span>
<br/>
<span>Won victory’s healing balm for the blows’ overtasking pain.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">But if Aristophanes’ son, in whom is the beauty blended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of glorious goodlihead and glorious deeds, hath ascended</span>
<br/>
<span>To the heights of heroic achievement, impossible is it that he</span>
<br/>
<span>Past Heracles’ Pillars should voyage on o’er a trackless sea,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Pillars the Hero-god set for a world-famed witness to men</span>
<br/>
<span>Of their voyaging’s limits. Monstrous beasts had he quelled ere then</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In the seas, and had tracked to the end the fen-floods sluggishly flowing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Till he came to the uttermost bourne that constrained his homeward going,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And he meted the bounds of earth:⁠—but to what far foreland art bearing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">On an alien shore, my soul, thy bark over dim seas faring?</span>
<br/>
<span>Nay, I bid thee for Aiakus summon the Muse, and for Aiakus’ race;</span>
<br/>
<span>For the flower of justice adorneth the precept, “<em>The good shall thou praise.</em>”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To cherish hot longings for far-away themes is nowise best:</span>
<br/>
<span>Search rather at home. A fitting theme is the fruit of thy quest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For sweet song’s gracing. When deeds of the heroes of old thou art telling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Sing the joy of king Peleus in hewing a lance all lances excelling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">How alone with no war-host he compassed Iolkos’ storming and spoiling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And made captive and bride the Sea-goddess Thetis by strenuous toiling.</span>
<br/>
<span>Sing of the world-famed might of Telamon, how with aid</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Iolaus his war-fellow low was Laomedon laid,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And the Amazon Maids of the brazen bows did he face in the fray</span>
<br/>
<span>With him; nor the edge of his spirit was ever dulled by dismay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">The queller of men. It is inborn valour with peril that copeth;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">He whose valour of others is learnt is a man that in darkness gropeth.</span>
<br/>
<span>His will is a wind ever-veering; his feet are unstable aye;</span>
<br/>
<span>Ineffectual his purpose is still, though achievements untold he essay.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But Achilles the golden-haired, while in Philyra’s home yet he stayed,</span>
<br/>
<span>Child though he were, made mighty deeds but his sport: he swayed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">The short-headed dart in his hands, and, swift as the wild wind’s pinions,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Death to the lions he dealt whom he tracked through their forest-dominions.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Boars also he slew, and the pulsing bodies of boar and lion</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Still would he hale to the cave of the Centaur, Zeus’s scion,</span>
<br/>
<span>At the first when but six years old, but thereafter through all those days,</span>
<br/>
<span>So that Artemis, yea, and Athene the dauntless beheld with amaze,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As he slew the deer, unholpen of hounds or the net’s hidden guile;</span>
<br/>
<span>For by fleetness of foot he outran them. This tale told long erewhile</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">I recall, how that Jason was reared in the cave of the rock-rib rafter</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">By deep-thoughted Cheiron, who nurtured Asklepius thereafter,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And taught how by herbs and the pain-soothing hand is disease resisted,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And who won for Peleus the Daughter of Nereus, the ivory-wristed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And fostered for her that goodliest man of men, their son,</span>
<br/>
<span>And trained up his soul unto greatness by chivalry alone,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That, borne on the swift-rushing wings of the winds o’er the sea’s highway</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto Troy, he might bide the Lycian and Phrygian and Dardan array</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">As their battle-cry rang through the clashing of lances, and close undaunted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With the Aethiop spearmen, and set the resolve in his heart firm-planted</span>
<br/>
<span>That Helenus’ fiery-hearted kinsman from battle-strain</span>
<br/>
<span>Should return not, nor Memnon their chieftain behold his home again.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thence flashed it, the splendour of Aiakus’ house, which abideth for aye,</span>
<br/>
<span>O Zeus! They are thy blood: thine is the contest whereon my lay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Like an arrow hath lit; in its strains young voices the glory are singing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of the land: for victorious Aristokleides ’tis meetly outringing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Who hath added another wreath of renown unto this isle’s story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And hath brightened the Pythian Shrine of the Envoys with visions of glory.</span>
<br/>
<span>For the issue of all endeavours is seen in the hour of the test,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whereby alone is it proved what champion is best of the best,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Be he a boy among boys, or a man among men, or again</span>
<br/>
<span>An elder mid elders, as places in life’s race-course appertain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Unto humankind⁠—yea, four be the excellences attending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Each life, and to each as it comes all heed should a man be lending.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Thou art lacking in none. Farewell, friend! Lo, unto thee am speeding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">The Muses’ honey; and blended therewith is milk white-beading</span>
<br/>
<span>With fairy bubbles the foam of whose mingling mantles around</span>
<br/>
<span>A chalice of song ushered in by Aeolian flutes’ sweet sound,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-3-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Late though it come. Most swift is the eagle of all winged things,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who suddenly grips in his talons with far-flying swoop of his wings</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">His blood-stained quarry. But chattering daws o’er the low grounds hover.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">On thee, whom the favour of Klio the splendour-throned doth cover</span>
<br/>
<span>With glory, because of thy spirit, the athlete-champion’s mind,</span>
<br/>
<span>From Nemea and Megara light, and from Epidaurus, hath shined.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-4" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Timasarchus of Aegina, a member of the Theandrid House, on his victory in the Boys’ wrestling-match, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 473 (?). The praises of his uncle Kallikles, and of his trainer, Melesias the Athenian, are also sung.</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-4-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When conflict’s bitter strain to its decision</span>
<br/>
<span>At last attaineth, then the best physician</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is mirth, to close the overtasking day.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And song, the Muses’ child inspired, can lay</span>
<br/>
<span>On the heart’s wounds her magic hands of healing.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Not steaming baths so softly charm away</span>
<br/>
<span>The ache of toil, as words of praise outpealing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In unison with the lyre. Man’s speech shall long</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Outlast his deeds, what words soe’er the tongue</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath drawn up, by the Graces’ kind control,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From wells of inspiration in the soul.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now be it mine to make such song-oblation,</span>
<br/>
<span>To Zeus Kronion tendering dedication</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thereof, and Nemea. This my prelude be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Timasarchus’ wrestling. Be it of thee</span>
<br/>
<span>Welcomed, O Aiakids’ stronghold goodly-towered,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Beacon of justice, aliens’ sanctuary!</span>
<br/>
<span>O were thy sire Timokritus yet dowered</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With life’s heat by the sun all-quickening,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Oft bending o’er the changeful cithern-string</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Would he have waked his music for his son,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And hymned the glorious triumph he hath won,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Who from Kleonae brought a perfume-streaming</span>
<br/>
<span>Festoon of wreaths, and one from marble-gleaming</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Renownèd Athens; and again beside</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Amphitryon’s sepulchre fame-glorified</span>
<br/>
<span>Old Kadmus’ sons in Thebe seven-gated</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rained on him flowers with welcome kindly-eyed</span>
<br/>
<span>In whose love is Aegina consecrated;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For thither as a friend to friends he hied,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As doth a ship into a haven glide,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Came to that burg which welcomes aye the guest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Came to the Hall of Heracles heaven-blest,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>With whom went stalwart Telamon for the smiting</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Troy, and met the Meropes grim-fighting,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Alkyoneus the giant did they slay,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A warrior terrible in battle-play;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet slew him not till rocks like slingstones whirling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From his hands crushed in shattered disarray</span>
<br/>
<span>Twelve cars, and hero-riders deathward hurling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Twice twelve he strewed amid that wreck of cars.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wholly unversed is he in lore of wars</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To whose ears never that old saying came,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">“<em>Who doeth violence must endure the same.</em>”</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-5">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But not for me is legend’s full unfolding,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who see the law of song mine hand withholding:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yea, and the hasting hours brook no delay.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A strong spell draws me on to sing the day</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the New Moon that on those Games was shining.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Though round thee breast-high plash the deep-sea spray,</span>
<br/>
<span>Stand firm! Strive on ’gainst treacherous foes’ designing!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er foes triumphant shall we win the port</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In clear day! One of less heroic sort,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With envy evil-eyed, in darkness schemes;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But fruitless to the ground shall fall his dreams.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-6">
<header>
<p>Strophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But one thing certainly mine heart divineth,</span>
<br/>
<span>That, whatso excellence Lord Fate designeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For me, Time’s onward-stealing feet will bring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To its ordained perfection that same thing.</span>
<br/>
<span>Weave on, O winsome Lyre, make speed in weaving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy web of song that shall accordant ring</span>
<br/>
<span>With Lydian harmony, song-vesture cleaving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Lovingly round Oenone and Cyprus, where,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Far from the ancient home constrained to fare,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">An island-king Telamonian Teucer is,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">While Aias rules ancestral Salamis;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And in the Euxine Sea a sunbright island</span>
<br/>
<span>Achilles rules; and in the Phthian highland</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Still Thetis queens it; in the pastures green</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of broad Epirus, where long forelands lean</span>
<br/>
<span>From oakwoods of Dodona downward trending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the Ionian sea-gulf’s rippling sheen,</span>
<br/>
<span>Neoptolemus rules a people cattle-tending.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But the land under Pelion capt with cloud,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Iolkos, was of old to thraldom bowed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When Peleus turned thereon a warring hand,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And to Haimonians gave the traitor’s land;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-8">
<header>
<p>Strophe 8</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Because Akastus, son of Pelias, hearkened</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto Hippolyte’s counsels treachery-darkened,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From Peleus stole the sword that Daedalus wrought,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And by the ambush of the man-brutes sought</span>
<br/>
<span>To murder him: howbeit righteous Cheiron</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rescued him, and that destiny he brought</span>
<br/>
<span>To pass which Fate had framed with hand of iron.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So Peleus quenched the violence of fire,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And quelled the keen claws and the furious ire</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of lions dauntless-hearted, and the grim</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Edge of the terrible teeth that threatened him,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-9">
<header>
<p>Strophe 9</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And won to wife the Child of Nereus hoary,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thetis the bright-throned, saw the enringing glory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of seats whereon the Lords of sky and sea</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Were throned, their bridal gifts of sovranty</span>
<br/>
<span>To him and his seed after him revealing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Even the mighty kingdoms that should be.</span>
<br/>
<span>But past Gadeira and the gloom concealing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The outsea none press. Turn the sail again</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the ship backward unto Europe’s main.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The whole tale of the sons of Aiakus’ line</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To tell throughout transcends all powers of mine.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 10</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>I with the Clan Theandrid covenanted</span>
<br/>
<span>To be their herald: lo, my lips have chanted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their prowess! Of those contests is my song</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which make the thews of champions passing strong.</span>
<br/>
<span>Olympia, Isthmus, Nemea⁠—wheresoever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">They prove their might amid the athlete-throng,</span>
<br/>
<span>Without renown for fruit they turn back never</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Home, Timasarchus, where thy clan, ’tis told,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In victory-crowns pre-eminence doth hold.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If thou wouldst bid me rear, besides all these,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto thy mother’s brother Kallikles</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-11">
<header>
<p>Strophe 11</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>A pillar more than Parian marble splendid⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>As gold when the refiner’s work is ended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shows all its brightness forth, so by the lay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That chants great deeds in war or athlete-play</span>
<br/>
<span>A man is raised to heights of bliss excelling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The pomp of kings⁠—let him then, though to-day</span>
<br/>
<span>On Acheron’s shore thy Kallikles be dwelling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet catch the sound of this my voice that sings</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On earth his praise who in the athlete-rings</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the great Trident-wielder thunder-voiced</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With brows at Corinth garland-crowned rejoiced.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-4-12">
<header>
<p>Strophe 12</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His praise did Euphanes thy grandsire hoary</span>
<br/>
<span>Sing, fain to tell, my son, his prowess’ story.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hymned by the old bards men of old have been;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But, whatsoe’er each singer’s self hath seen,</span>
<br/>
<span>That trusteth he that best of all he singeth.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So he that chants Melesias’ praise, I ween,</span>
<br/>
<span>Would be as one who every rival flingeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To earth, with words like wrestlers’ limbs that twine;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In grapple of speech yields never his mighty line⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A courteous conqueror of a noble foe,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He deals the churl relentless overthrow.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-5" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Pytheas, son of Lampon, of Aegina, (trained by Menander of Athens), on his victory in the Boys’ Pancration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 485 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-5-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>No carver of statues am I, to fashion images moveless abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Dumb on the pedestals where men set them! Nay, sweet song of mine,</span>
<br/>
<span>Forth do thou fare from Aegina’s haven, on every tall ship riding,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And on every pinnace, bearing the tidings over the far sea-line</span>
<br/>
<span>How Pytheas, son of Lampon the stalwart-thewed, hath won the crown</span>
<br/>
<span>Of victory at the Nemean Games, the All-overcomer’s renown,</span>
<br/>
<span>Ere his cheeks were flushed with the summer bloom of the soft vine-cluster’s down.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So to the Aiakids, hero-spearmen from Kronos and Zeus descended</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And from the golden Nereid Sea-maids, honour hath Pytheas brought,</span>
<br/>
<span>And to the mother-city which alway the stranger-guest hath befriended.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">That peopled with heroes and famed for ships she might be, this was besought</span>
<br/>
<span>By Endaïs’ scions the far-renowned and by princely Phokus’ might</span>
<br/>
<span>Who of Psamatheia the Goddess was born on the sea-beach foam-flecked white.</span>
<br/>
<span>By the altar they stood of Zeus the Hellenian Sire, and to heaven’s height</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>These all together uplifted their hands, and for that boon made supplication.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">I shrink with shame from telling the awful deed unrighteously dared,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the doom from Oenone that drave them forth to be men without a nation,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And how from the far-famed island-home those mighty heroes fared.</span>
<br/>
<span>I refrain: not every perfect truth its face should prudently show,</span>
<br/>
<span>And how to be silent is oft the wisest thing that a man may know.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But and if the praise of riches or might of hands or of battleward-sweeping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Steel-clad war-hosts kindle the heart of the bard, let them delve me the ground</span>
<br/>
<span>For a long leap hence⁠—O yea, for my knees are strung for lightsome leaping.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Ay, an eagle am I, and the eagle’s swoop is beyond the sea-line’s bound.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, for those heroes the welcoming song upon Pelion’s height was sung</span>
<br/>
<span>By the choir most lovely of Muses nine; and the lyre with seven chords strung</span>
<br/>
<span>With the golden quill in Apollo’s hand was swept till melodies rung</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of strains ever changing in manifold wise. The praises of Zeus they chanted;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Then sang they of Thetis and Peleus, and how Hippolyte, wanton child</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Kretheus, fain would have trapped his feet in the treachery-net that she planted;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And her husband, the lord of the Magnete folk, by a tale of lies she beguiled,</span>
<br/>
<span>And by counsel of subtlety wrought upon him to share in her own dark plot;</span>
<br/>
<span>For a slanderous tale of her heart’s devising, a web of deceit she wrought,</span>
<br/>
<span>How that Peleus had shamed her, Akastus’ queen, and his bed’s defilement sought.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But contrary thereunto was the truth, for with passionate heart she besought him</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Oft with beguiling words; but her bold speech stirred him to wrath: straightway</span>
<br/>
<span>He refused her embraces; with awe of the anger of Guest-ward Zeus he bethought him.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And Allfather, the King of Immortals, who marshals the host of the cloud-array,</span>
<br/>
<span>Was ware thereof, and pledged by his nod that his bride ere long should be</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Maids of the Golden Distaff a child of the Ancient of the Sea.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For Poseidon their kinsman’s consent would he win, who from Aigae on shores Euboean</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Oft rideth the ridges of sea to the world-famed Dorian Isthmus, where</span>
<br/>
<span>Glad chorus-companies welcome the God with the reed-flutes’ ringing paean,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And men contend in the lists with the fearless strength of lithe limbs there.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis the Fate which is linked with the hour of our birth that controlleth our whole life long</span>
<br/>
<span>Our actions. Thou from Aegina twice, Euthymenes<a href="#note-21" id="noteref-21" epub:type="noteref">21</a> the strong,</span>
<br/>
<span>Hast leapt to the arms of Victory, and hast won the guerdon of song.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Pytheas, still doth thy mother’s brother honour his kin who follow</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In the steps of one of the selfsame blood. Upon thee did Nemea smile,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Delphian festal month of Aegina, ever-beloved of Apollo.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Triumphant wast thou o’er thine age-mates all, alike in thy native isle,</span>
<br/>
<span>And by Nisus’ hill of the pleasant glades. I rejoice that for glory’s crown</span>
<br/>
<span>In the lists of honour contendeth still Aegina’s every town.</span>
<br/>
<span>But forget not thy debt to Menander, through whom were thy toils repaid with renown.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-5-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>It is meet that of Athens a trainer be lent! If thou art come condescending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1" id="nemean-5-line-56">To praise Themistius, Muse, shrink not! Uplift thy voice! Hoist high</span>
<br/>
<span>The sail to the topmast-yard! Proclaim him victor with fists contending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And in that strife all-overcoming, who won him a double victory</span>
<br/>
<span>At Epidaurus, and thence to the portals of Aiakus did he bear</span>
<br/>
<span>Flower-garlands with green sprays twined, led on by the Graces of golden hair.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-6" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Alkimidas of Aegina, on his victory in the Boys’ wrestling-match, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 463 (?). His clan, the Bassidae, had had through successive generations alternations of distinction and obscurity in the great athletic contests, thus:⁠—Agesimachus, (Sokleides), Praxidamas, (Theon), Alkimidas, those in brackets being undistinguished.</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-6-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>One is the race of men, and one the race of Gods; but they</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And we alike are children of the same Earth-mother’s womb.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet some Power wholly diverse sunders us: we fade away</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To nought, but evermore abides their heaven’s brazen dome,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Through all the years, the eternal years, their never-shaken home.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet have we something in us like the Gods, the everlasting⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">It may be this our mighty mind, our nature it may be⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet know we not what course by day, or ’neath night’s wings on-hasting</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Is marked out, for our feet to run therein, by Destiny.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now, now Alkimidas hath proved, plain for all eyes to see,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">That this his House is like the fields that flame with golden grain,</span>
<br/>
<span>Which, in the alternating years, now yield abundantly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To toiling men the bread of life that loads the laughing plain,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And in the year thereafter rest, to gather strength again.</span>
<br/>
<span>Lo, now Aegina’s athlete-son, from where in Nemea holden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Are those heart-gladdening contests, cometh home, who, following</span>
<br/>
<span>The course whose chart was by the destiny of Zeus unfolden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Hath proved no baffled glory-hunter in the wrestling-ring.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His feet along the footprints of Praxidamas have raced,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even those by one of his own blood, his father’s father, traced,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who, in Olympia victor, first brought home the olive-spray</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">For Aiakus’ princely line’s renown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Five times at Isthmus won the crown,</span>
<br/>
<span>At Nemea thrice, and wiped Sokleides’ deedless stain away,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of sons of Agesimachus the eldest⁠—yet ungraced.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Howbeit he saw the crown of prowess won by athletes three,<a href="#note-22" id="noteref-22" epub:type="noteref">22</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">His sons, who dared the trial, and achieved. By Heaven’s aid,</span>
<br/>
<span>There is none other house beside that is by victory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Proclaimed the holder of more crowns in that stern strife essayed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">At Hellas’ inmost heart with gauntlets in the olive-glade.</span>
<br/>
<span>Straight flew mine arrow to the mark, though I have told their story</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In vaunting strain; yet none the less true rang my bowstring then.</span>
<br/>
<span>Come, O my Muse, unto this victor waft thy gale of glory,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">The breath of song! For when from earth have passed her mighty men,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then rescued from oblivion are their noble deeds by lay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And legend. Oh, the Bassid Clan hath little lack of these,</span>
<br/>
<span>That house of ancient fame! A freight of triumph-song bear they⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">’Tis all their own. Well may their stately march of victories</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Inspire the bards who till the fields of the Pierides</span>
<br/>
<span>With plenteous theme for song! ’Neath Phoebus’ temple’s holy shadow</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">One of the blood of this same clan, his strong hands gauntlet-bound,</span>
<br/>
<span>Kallias, won his house a victory in Pytho’s meadow,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Who erst with Golden-distaff Leto’s children favour found.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And brightly blazed at eventide his name by Castaly,</span>
<br/>
<span>When rang the Graces’ chant. The Bridge ’twixt sea and tireless sea</span>
<br/>
<span>Gave honour to Kreontidas at that feast where the blood</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Of bulls in third-year feasts is poured</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Forth in the close of the Sea-lord.</span>
<br/>
<span>Brow-shadowed by the Lion’s herb of Nemea once he stood</span>
<br/>
<span>Victor ’neath Phlius’ ancient hill dark-draped with many a tree.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For bards who tell the tale of old-time legend, broad and fair</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">On every hand stretch out the avenues that open lie</span>
<br/>
<span>To glorify this world-famed isle: to her folk the Aiakids there</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">By their example gave of mighty deeds high destiny.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Across the land, across the sea, their name’s renown flies high.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, even to the Aethiop folk, who saw not home returning</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Alive their chieftain Memnon, leapt that terrible renown</span>
<br/>
<span>What time Achilles hurled on them grim conflict, vengeance-burning</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For Nestor’s son, and from his car to Troy’s red plain sprang down,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And when the point of that wrath-gleaming spear laid low the son</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of splendour-glowing Dawn. This was the track oft trod before,</span>
<br/>
<span>A chariot-highway, where the bards of olden time rode on.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And I too follow in their path, inspired by legend-lore.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Yet still the wave that nighest rolls unto the steering-oar</span>
<br/>
<span>Disquiets most the shipman’s heart; so, twofold burden bearing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Alkimidas, on willing shoulders, to thy land I speed.</span>
<br/>
<span>A messenger to tell that thou, thy new-won glory sharing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With thy far-famous house, this five-and-twentieth triumph-meed</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-6-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Hast gained in those proud conflict-lists which men name “Games Divine.”</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea also, and the hope of Polytimidas, and thine</span>
<br/>
<span>Of garlands twain in Kronius’ close were snatched, my son, from thee</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">By chance of lots. None can surpass</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">In training-lore Melesias:</span>
<br/>
<span>He guides, like cunning charioteer, athletes to victory,</span>
<br/>
<span>Teaching a swiftness fleet as dolphin dashing through the brine.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-7" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Sogenes of Aegina, on his victory in the Boys’ Pentathlon, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 485 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-7-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Eileithyia enthroned for ever</span>
<br/>
<span>By the Destinies deeply-brooding, hearken,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou Daughter of Hera the mighty, O giver</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of birth unto babes! Unholpen of thee</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Never a child of man may see</span>
<br/>
<span>The day-dawn break or the even darken;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nor ever thy sister may we behold,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Young Hebe with limbs of glorious mould.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">We receive not our breath for a like life all,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But to each doth his several destiny fall.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">We are fettered by Fate. By thy grace alone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Chanted to-day are the glorious feats</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wrought in the contest of pentathletes</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Sogenes, son of Thearion.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For he dwells in a city where cannot perish</span>
<br/>
<span>Delight in song, where rule spear-clashing</span>
<br/>
<span>Aiakids: eager are they to cherish</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A spirit in strife of the Games well-tried.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If a man by achievements be glorified,</span>
<br/>
<span>He hath dropped on the Muses’ rills sun-flashing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Honey-sweet matter for song-delight.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For shrouded in gloom of oblivion’s night</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Are mighty deeds that be left unsung.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">One mirror alone do we know that hath flung</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their reflection afar to endure for long,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If by grace of the Lady of Memory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the shining coronal, these may see</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their requital for toils in ringing song.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Wise shipmen know, though the fair wind tarry,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">It will blow on the third day; therefore they wait</span>
<br/>
<span>Patiently, letting not gain-lust carry</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their freight to destruction. The small and the great</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Alike to the bourne of death pass down.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But I deem that Odysseus inherits renown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Far, far surpassing his sufferings,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Through the sweet-voiced lay that Homer sings.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For over his winged poet-craft and its feigning</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath some strange glamour of majesty brooded;</span>
<br/>
<span>And beguiled by his inspiration’s constraining</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Through his realm of faery lost we stray.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Ah, the general throng of mortals aye</span>
<br/>
<span>Are blinded of heart! Were their eyes not hooded</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From discerning the truth, never Aias the strong,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the armour wroth, as is told in song,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Had thrust through his heart the sword smooth-bright⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aias, the mightiest man in fight,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Save Achilles, of all that to Ilium fared</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By the west-wind wafted over the tide</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With breath unswerving, to rescue the bride</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Menelaus the golden-haired.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Over all men alike the dark surge sweepeth</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Hades, on fameless heads hath descended</span>
<br/>
<span>And on men of renown: but honour keepeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Their memories green whose after-fame</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">God causeth to wax ever fairer, the name</span>
<br/>
<span>Of battle-helpers whose days are ended,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Even such as in old time journeyed on</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto wide-bosomed earth’s great navel-stone.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So buried ’neath Pytho’s floor doth lie</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Neoptolemus, there foredoomed to die</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When Priam’s town had been sacked by his hand,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Where also the Danaans travailed sore.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But he missed on the home-voyage Skyros’ shore;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So wandering came they to Ephyre-land.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Short time in Molossia the mighty-hearted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Reigned; but the honour was borne evermore</span>
<br/>
<span>By the hero’s posterity. Thence he departed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the shrine of Apollo, and thitherward bore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Rich treasure, the choicest of all the prey</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That was gathered from Troy. But there, in a fray</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Embroiled touching sacrifice-meats, by the knife</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was he slain of a treacherous lover of strife.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But the Delphians were stricken with grief heart-thrilling⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Guest-welcomers they:⁠—howbeit so dying</span>
<br/>
<span>His fate foredoomed was he but fulfilling;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For in that most ancient hallowed place</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Was it destined that one of the royal race</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the Aiakids should through the ages be lying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Apollo’s mansion of fair-walled pride,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And should over the hero-processions preside,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That Justice’s fair name none may despise.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And, touching the issue, three words shall suffice:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No false witness is he, who there</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sitteth umpire o’er deeds by the mighty wrought.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aegina, I fear not to utter my thought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the children whom thou unto Zeus didst bear,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even this⁠—they have trodden a highway of glory</span>
<br/>
<span>By inheritance theirs; through deeds most mighty</span>
<br/>
<span>Have they won it⁠—yet needs not to dwell on their story.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sweetly doth rest after labour come:</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Even honey may cloy, and the flowers that bloom</span>
<br/>
<span>Delightsome in gardens of Aphrodite.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Diversely all men’s natures be wrought,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And each man draweth his several lot</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In life; but if any man think to attain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto bliss all-perfect, his hope is vain.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">None know I to whom I can say that Fate</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This consummation hath granted, to be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Inalienable. Thearion, thee</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In season she bringeth to happy state;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thou hast shown aforetime a spirit daring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In gallant deeds: Fate suffereth not</span>
<br/>
<span>That thy wisdom now know any impairing.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy guest-friend I, I abhor the thought</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of slander stealing in darkness to stain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The man that I love; nay, praise will I rain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Upon him, and crown him with glory; this</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the noble of heart meet guerdon is.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Nay, if any Achaian of those abiding</span>
<br/>
<span>Beside the Ionian sea be near me,</span>
<br/>
<span>He shall nowise blame me: I rest confiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On my friendship-tie: mid the folk of my land</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With clear gaze meeting their eyes I stand.</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the charge of presumptuous dealing I clear me;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All violence thrust I, a hater of strife,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From my feet. May the residue of my life</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Flow blithesomely! He shall testify</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who knoweth me, whether with slander and lie</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I jangle the music of life as I go.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Sogenes, son of the Eupatrid Clan,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The mark-line never I overran</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When I shot swift speech⁠—as one that should throw</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The bronze-headed dart with a cast that delivers<a href="#note-23" id="noteref-23" epub:type="noteref">23</a></span>
<br/>
<span>Neck and sinew from wrestling with sweat down-pouring</span>
<br/>
<span>Ere the limbs strain hard where the sunglare quivers⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Never, I swear it! If toil there hath been,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The delight that succeedeth is yet more keen.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nay, forgive, if my song over-loudly was soaring</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For old times’ glory! In these my lays</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No niggard am I of the victor’s praise.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Easy it is flower-garlands to twine;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Nay, but tarry a space till this Muse of mine</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shall have knit the gold to the ivory</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the lily-like blossom of stone that she drew<a href="#note-24" id="noteref-24" epub:type="noteref">24</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the depths where it lurked beneath spray-dew</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That falls on the face of the slumbrous sea.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But bethink thee of Zeus the while thou raisest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Nemean triumph the far-ringing song</span>
<br/>
<span>Soft-swelling. ’Tis meet that the while thou praisest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Him who sitteth enthroned the Immortals among,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Such praise be chanted in this your land</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With reverent voice by the chorus-band,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For that here of his seed begotten, ’tis sung,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of an Isle-nymph mother hath Aiakus sprung</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To be for the fair-famed land of his mother</span>
<br/>
<span>A ruler of cities, in all thy labour</span>
<br/>
<span>To be ever a loyal friend and brother,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O Heracles! If a man may prove</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of his fellow-man any fruition of love,</span>
<br/>
<span>Then well may we say that neighbour to neighbour</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is a joy that is worth all else beside</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">If with steadfast heart in his love he abide.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Now if also a God will sanction this,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By thy favour, O queller of giants, it is</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That, rendering aye love-homage meet</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To his father, fain would Sogenes</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Dwell mid ancestral memories</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In the stately-builded sacred street</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Where his home ’twixt thy temples doth stand, which face him</span>
<br/>
<span>At his goings forth, as with blessing laden:</span>
<br/>
<span>Like a chariot’s twin yokes, so they embrace him.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And thee, O Heracles ever-blest,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">It beseemeth to win to grant his request</span>
<br/>
<span>Hera’s Lord and the grey-eyed Maiden.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For oft upon mortals canst thou bestow</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Help in the hour of the bitter woe</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of hopelessly tangled perplexities.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Oh wouldst thou but link with the life of these</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All steadfast strength, through youth’s glad day</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Weaving its web of happiness still</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Till an easeful eld thy task fulfil!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">May their children’s children possess for aye</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-7-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The honour that now is theirs, and ever</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Win greater glory in days to be!</span>
<br/>
<span>But with all my soul I protest that never</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath Neoptolemus’ name by me</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Been befouled by slander dishonouring!⁠—<a href="#note-25" id="noteref-25" epub:type="noteref">25</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Yet thrice, four times to repeat this thing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is folly like his of whom children tire</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As he babbles “Corinth hath Zeus for sire.”</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-8" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Deinias of Aegina, on his victory in the quarter-mile (double-stadium) race, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 459(?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-8-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Queen of the beauty of youth, thou herald of Aphrodite’s celestial yearning,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who on eyelids of boys and of maidens enthroned, in hands spell-weaving for ever art turning</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Our destinies to and fro, unto this man allotting joy, and to that man grief,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweet is it for one who hath transgressed never in aught that he doeth the right’s due measure</span>
<br/>
<span>To be suffered to grasp the fulfilment of life’s most noble aims, of his heart’s dream-treasure.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Such spirits were they who dispensed the Cyprian’s gifts in the hour of the love-communion</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Olympian Zeus and the Nymph Aegina, and born was Oenone’s king of their union,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">One peerless in prowess and counsel; and many a time men prayed to behold that chief;</span>
<br/>
<span>For of all the heroes that dwelt around him exceeding fain were their goodliest flower,</span>
<br/>
<span>Unchallenged of any, to bow in subjection before him, obeying his sovran power,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Alike the heroes that marshalled the host in Athens’ crag-built town,</span>
<br/>
<span>And they that in Sparta traced their long descent from Pelops down.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Lo, I come as a suppliant clasping the holy knees of Aiakus, bringing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For his city and people a Lydian crown fair-woven, with sweet song ringing,</span>
<br/>
<span>For the foot-race victories Deinias and Megas his father at Nemea won;</span>
<br/>
<span>For longest enduring mid men is prosperity sown with the blessing of God thereon;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So of old were riches on Kinyras heaped in Cyprus ringed with the sea-crests hoary.</span>
<br/>
<span>Lo, upon light-poised feet do I stand, drawing breath till again I take up the story;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For in manifold wise many tales have been told; but to coin new thoughts and to put to assay</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the touchstone⁠—this is perilous all. A dainty morsel are heroes’ praises</span>
<br/>
<span>For envy’s fang: she leaps on the great, but against the mean not a hand she raises.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By her was Telamon’s son devoured, by whose hand through his side was his own sword driven.</span>
<br/>
<span>For the tongue-tied, how stout soever of heart, when the bitter strife of words is striven,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Is oblivion’s thrall; but shiftful lying beareth the goodliest guerdons away.</span>
<br/>
<span>For by fraudful voting the Danaans showed to Odysseus favour, for truth uncaring;</span>
<br/>
<span>And Aias, robbed of the golden armour, wrestled with death in his mad despairing.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ha, diverse the wounds were they tore in the quivering flesh of foes, these twain,</span>
<br/>
<span>When under the onset of storming spears men reeled in the battle-strain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Now o’er the fresh-stricken corse of Achilles, anon in the conflict-travail</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of days wide-ruining! Ay, for of old the hate of malignant cavil</span>
<br/>
<span>Consorted with cunning speech, and imagined deceit and the venomous sneer. Ah yes,</span>
<br/>
<span>The bright names still it assails, and exalts the abjects’ fame which is rottenness.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Never in me be such spirit as this, O Father Zeus! May I still be cleaving</span>
<br/>
<span>To the paths of a life of innocency, and so unto death may I pass down, leaving</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To my sons no name of evil repute! Some pray for gold, and others for land</span>
<br/>
<span>Without limit: be I to my fellow-men well-pleasing, ever extolling the lover</span>
<br/>
<span>Of righteousness, ever rebuking the doer of wrong, till the earth my limbs shall cover.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ever groweth the fame of a noble life, as a tree that is quickened by dews down-drifted:</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, so by poets inspired and righteous high as the heavens its glory is lifted.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of manifold sort be the uses of friends; but the chiefest of all is the helping hand</span>
<br/>
<span>In trouble. Yet also doth happiness crave some certain assurance of bliss to inherit.</span>
<br/>
<span>It is nowise within my power, O Megas, to call back again into life thy spirit:</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-8-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Nay, vain is the end of baseless hopes! Yet for thee and thy Chariad line</span>
<br/>
<span>I lightly may rear a pillar of song for feet of fair omen, thine</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And thy son’s. With gladness unfeigned am I now the exultant praise outpealing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">That befitteth your deeds. By the spell of song hath the singer oft brought healing</span>
<br/>
<span>To the faintness of toil: yea, victory-chants processional rang in the olden days,</span>
<br/>
<span>Long ere the flame of the feud ’twixt Kadmus’ sons and Adrastus began to blaze.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-9" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IX</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Chromius of Etna, on a victory in the chariot-race, won, not at Nemea, but at Sikyon. <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 474 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-9-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>We will lead the revel, O Queens of Song, from Apollo’s Sikyonian fane</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto new-built Etna⁠—whose doors flung wide are too strait the throng of her guests to contain⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">On unto Chromius’ wealthy palace. Upraise ye the chant of lips sweet-singing!</span>
<br/>
<span>He hath mounted his car of the steeds triumphant, proclaiming a hymn in the Mother’s praise</span>
<br/>
<span>And of her twin offspring who ward in fellowship Pytho through everlasting days</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>A saying there is among men⁠—“<em>It befits not that great deeds done he amerced of fame</em></span>
<br/>
<span><em>And he buried in earth.</em>” The chant celestial is meet the renown of such to acclaim.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Awake, awake ye the pealing lyre, awake the flute in the honour ringing</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the crown of contests of steeds which Adrastus founded in Phoebus’ name beside</span>
<br/>
<span>Asopus’ streams! When I tell their renown, in my far-ringing praise shall be magnified</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That hero-king who exalted his city and made it glorious, reigning there,</span>
<br/>
<span>With festivals new, and contests of strength of the athlete, and chariots carven fair,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Being exiled from Argos his home ancestral by Amphiaraus the aweless hearted</span>
<br/>
<span>And by baleful sedition; for Talaus’ sons were lords no longer therein, overborne</span>
<br/>
<span>By civil strife. When a stronger cometh, a realm from the rightful possessor is torn.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet the Talaïds gave for a pledge of alliance the woman destined her lord to betray,</span>
<br/>
<span>Eriphyle, to Oikles’ son; and now of the bright-haired Danaans greatest were they;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And leading a valorous host of men on a march ill-omened to Thebes they departed,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the burg seven-gated: but Kronos’ Son would speed them not from their home to fare</span>
<br/>
<span>In their madness of heart, but hurling the flickering levin he bade from the journey forbear.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-5">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And so to a doom foreshown to their eyes that company marched with spear and targe</span>
<br/>
<span>All-brazen, and war-steed trappings;⁠—and there for ever they left on Ismenus’ marge</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Sweet hope of their home-return, and fed with their war-grej^ corpses the smoke upsoaring.</span>
<br/>
<span>Seven pyres ravined up those young men’s limbs; but for Amphiaraus Zeus with the might</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his thunderbolt clave broad-breasted earth, and hid the man and his steeds from sight</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-6">
<header>
<p>Strophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ere his warrior-soul should be shamed by a thrust in the back from Periklymenus’ spear:</span>
<br/>
<span>For when panic is sent from Heaven, even the sons of the Gods must flee in fear.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">If it be possible, O Kronion, such trial of manhood with spears blood-pouring,</span>
<br/>
<span>Such struggle for hfe and death, I fain would defer to the uttermost. Nay, I implore,</span>
<br/>
<span>Grant thou to the sons of Etna a portion in governance fair for evermore,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Zeus Father, and wed her people to pageant-splendours through gladsome streets outrolled.</span>
<br/>
<span>Lo, there dwell chariot-lovers and men who have spirits above the lust of gold;⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Sooth, hard to believe is the thing I have said: greed steals away honour by secret cajoling,</span>
<br/>
<span>Honour, renown-bringer. Hadst thou to Chromius been shield-bearer in battle’s day</span>
<br/>
<span>Mid footmen or horsemen, or clash of ships, thou hadst judged what peril he faced in the fray.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-8">
<header>
<p>Strophe 8</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For in war it was Honour the Goddess that girded his warrior-spirit with might to withstand</span>
<br/>
<span>The War-god’s havoc of onslaught. Few there are that have strength of heart and hand</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Backward to hurl on the foemen’s ranks the imminent war-cloud nearer rolling.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet is it told how Hector’s fame bloomed fair by Skamander in those old wars;</span>
<br/>
<span>And even so on the banks of Helorus, the deep-channelled stream walled in by scaurs,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-9">
<header>
<p>Strophe 9</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At the ford men call the Passage of Rhea dawned his light of victory</span>
<br/>
<span>On Agesidamus’ son in his earliest manhood: in days thereafter hath he</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Won many a triumph on dust-grey plains and on neighbour seas: I will tell their story.</span>
<br/>
<span>But to toils by the strength of youth and the Right achieved there succeedeth when eld draws nigh</span>
<br/>
<span>An even of calm. Let him know he is dowered with wondrous bliss by the Dwellers on high.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 10</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For if any, together with wealth abounding, have won him renown far-shining bright,</span>
<br/>
<span>It can nowise be that a mortal’s feet may attain any loftier mountain-height.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Peace loveth the banquet: a conqueror’s fame like a tree grows with fresh-blossoming glory</span>
<br/>
<span>Watered by soft-dropping dews of song. By the goblet the bard’s voice waxeth bold.</span>
<br/>
<span>Let them mingle the mazer that heraldeth sweetly triumph’s processional-chant outrolled,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-9-11">
<header>
<p>Strophe 11</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And in silver chalices bear around to the feasters the potent child of the vine,</span>
<br/>
<span>In the cups that Chromius’ horses won him, and sent with the wreaths that for victors they twine</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In Phoebus’ honour in holy Sikyon. Zeus, let me chant the fame, I implore thee,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Chromius’ prowess by help of the Graces, and outsing every rival in praise</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his victory, hurling my shaft of song true-aimed to the mark that the Muses place.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-10" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">X</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Theaius of Argos, on his victory in wrestling at Argos, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 463 (?). He had previously been victor in wrestling at the Pythian, Nemean, and Isthmian Games, and was in training for the Olympian.</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-10-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Sing, Graces, the city of Danaus and of his fifty daughters splendour-throned,</span>
<br/>
<span>Argos the dwelling of Hera, meet for a Goddess: she shineth starry-zoned</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With countless achievements of chivalrous deeds of valiant heroes’ essaying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Overlong to tell were the story of Perseus, the tale of the Gorgon’s slaying.</span>
<br/>
<span>Many the cities were that were founded by Epaphus’ hands in Egypt-land.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor Hypermnestra from duty erred when alone she resolved to unsheathe not the brand.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And Diomedes immortal was made by a Goddess, the golden-haired, grey-eyed.</span>
<br/>
<span>Stricken with thunderbolts of Zeus the earth at the gates of Thebes yawned wide,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And swallowed up Oikles’ son the seer, a storm-cloud battle-laden.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And peerless the land from of old is in beauty of fair-tressed matron and maiden:</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, this Zeus testified, thitherward coming for love of Alkmene and Danae.</span>
<br/>
<span>In Adrastus’ father and Lynkeus the fruit of wisdom and justice blended she.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And she nursed the spear-renown of Amphitryon: mailed in bronze he went forth to fight</span>
<br/>
<span>Teleboan foes, and was raised the while to the crowning summit of fortune’s height,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Being linked in affinity with Zeus, for then did the King of Immortals,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Taking upon him Amphitryon’s form, pass in through the palace-portals,</span>
<br/>
<span>And aweless Heracles there he begat, who hath Hebe, of Goddesses fairest, for bride</span>
<br/>
<span>Who with Hera her mother walks in Olympus, walks at the Marriage-perfecter’s side.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ah, but my tongue would fail me to tell all glories wherein the hallowed close</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Argos hath shared; and ill to encounter is jealousy of praise-weary foes.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Yet, yet awaken the lyre of the lovely strings! Be thy rapt meditation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of the prowess of wrestlers! The strife for the buckler of bronze forth summons a nation</span>
<br/>
<span>To the sacrifice of oxen to Hera, to conflict’s decision, where Oulias’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span>Theaius, the twice-triumphant, to rest from the toils so unflinchingly borne hath won.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And at Pytho once o’er the Hellene host was he victor, and won by the gracious will</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Fortune at Isthmus and Nemea crowns; and he gave to the Muses new acres to till</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Thrice at the mountain-gates of the sea in the athlete-contests excelling,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And thrice on the hallowed ground where stood mid pastures Adrastus’ dwelling.</span>
<br/>
<span>Zeus Father, his lips are sealed, but thou knowest his heart’s desire, for in thine hands rest</span>
<br/>
<span>All issues of deeds. He prayeth thy grace with a toil-strong heart, with a dauntless breast.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>All that I sing is known unto him and to whoso striveth to win the crown</span>
<br/>
<span>Of that which of athlete-contests is chief⁠—yea, Pisa beareth the highest renown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In Heracles’ ordinance;⁠—yet was it sweet, that strain for his victory ringing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">When mid sacred Athenian rites he twice heard voices the prelude singing</span>
<br/>
<span>Of processional chants, and the limpid fruit of the olive to Hera’s city came</span>
<br/>
<span>In shrines fire-hardened, in pictured vases, unto the folk of heroic fame.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Full often, Theaius, the glory of contests triumphant attendeth the far-famed race</span>
<br/>
<span>Of thy mother’s sires by the Graces’ favour, and by the Tyndarid heroes’ grace.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Were I unto Thrasyklus kinsman, and Antias, then with assurance unfailing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">I would claim in Argos proudly to walk, the light of mine eyes never veiling.</span>
<br/>
<span>For with how many victories hath this city of fleet steeds blossomed, this Proitus’ town!</span>
<br/>
<span>Four times in Corinthian glens and from hands of Kleonae’s sons she received the crown;</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And from Sikyon home with silver laden they came, with cups for the blood of the vine;</span>
<br/>
<span>And they fared from Pellene with shoulders mantled with woof of the fleece soft-woven fine.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">But the countless prizes of works of bronze, their tale can we nowise measure⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For the time would fail us to reckon their number, too brief were all our leisure⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Kleitor and Tegea-town, and the burgs Achaian each on her mountain-throne,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the Hill Lykaian by Zeus’ course, offered, by prowess of feet and of hands to be won.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Since Kastor and Polydeukes his brother came for guest-welcome to Pamphaes,</span>
<br/>
<span>No marvel it is that ever thereafter it should be inborn in the race of these</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To be mighty men in the athlete-lists, for these twain, warders abiding</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Of the wide-spreading dancing-lawns of Sparta, still unseen are presiding</span>
<br/>
<span>Along with Hermes and Heracles, and mete out all fair governance due;</span>
<br/>
<span>And to righteous men they have great regard, for the race of the Gods is faithful and true.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Now these twin brethren with lives interchanging pass with their father Zeus one day;</span>
<br/>
<span>Through the next in the crypts of the underworld where the gorge of Therapnae yawns must they stay;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And so fulfil they an equal lot, for, when the choice was given,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Thus Polydeukes willed to live, and not to abide in Heaven</span>
<br/>
<span>Alway and wholly a brotherless God, when Kastor his brother perished in fight:</span>
<br/>
<span>For him did Idas, wroth for the raided kine, with the point of his bronze spear smite.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For down from Taÿgetus Lynkeus gazing afar, in an oak’s hollow trunk had espied</span>
<br/>
<span>These twain in ambush; for he of all men dwelling on earth was keenest-eyed.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And straightway thither did Idas and Lynkeus hasten with feet swift-flying,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And suddenly compassed an awful deed when low lay Kastor dying.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet they suffered, those sons of Aphareus, dread retribution at Zeus’ hands. Came straightway</span>
<br/>
<span>Leda’s son Polydeukes in chase: by the tomb of their father they turned to bay.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thence did they wrench the carven stone which graceth the dead who in Hades lie,</span>
<br/>
<span>And hurled it against Polydeukes’ breast; howbeit they crushed him not thereby,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Nor drave him backward; but onward he rushed with his lance as the lightning flashing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And sped against Lynkeus the brazen point thereof through the ribs of him crashing.</span>
<br/>
<span>And Zeus against Idas hurled a smouldering thunderbolt of fiery glow.</span>
<br/>
<span>So together unmourned were the twain consumed. Hard is it to strive with a mightier foe.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-13">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thence to his mighty brother Kastor Tyndareus’ son returned straightway,</span>
<br/>
<span>And not yet dead he found him, but drawing his breath in shuddering gasps he lay.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then from his eyes the hot tears burst, and broken with groanings panted</span>
<br/>
<span>His wild cry forth, “O Father Kronion, shall no release be granted</span>
<br/>
<span>From anguish? With this my brother, O King, command thou that death take also me!</span>
<br/>
<span>From a man bereaved of friends is the glory departed; in suffering few there be</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-14">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“That will loyally share with a man his trouble!” So cried he; and Zeus before him stood</span>
<br/>
<span>And in this wise spake: “Mine own son thou art, but he that lieth here in his blood</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Was after thee gotten of mortal seed by the hero-lord of thy mother.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">But nathless choices twain do I grant unto thee; choose one or other:</span>
<br/>
<span>If thy will be from death to escape and from grey old age that all men hate and fear,</span>
<br/>
<span>And to dwell in Olympus with me and Athene and Ares of darkness-shrouded spear,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-10-15">
<header>
<p>Epode 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“This lot is thine to take; but if for thy brother thou strivest so earnestly</span>
<br/>
<span>That steadfastly minded thou art that he shall in all things equally share with thee,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Then for the half of thy time shalt thou breathe with the underworld-gloom enfolden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And for half thy time shall thy dwelling be in Heaven’s palaces golden.”</span>
<br/>
<span>So spake the Father, and not for a moment doubted the son as touching his choice.</span>
<br/>
<span>And the death-smitten eyes of bronze-mailed Kastor did Zeus unseal, and unchained his voice.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="nemean-11" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">This has nothing to do with the Nemean Games, but is an installation-ode for Aristagoras of Tenedos, on his election as president of the Council, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 446(?). He was indeed an athlete, and might have won distinction in the Great Games, had his parents allowed him to compete.</p>
</header>
<section id="nemean-11-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O Hestia, child of Rhea, who hast city-halls in ward,</span>
<br/>
<span>Sister of Zeus most high and Hera throned beside her lord,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">To thy bower welcome Aristagoras with gracious mien;</span>
<br/>
<span>His feres to approach thy gleaming sceptre welcome graciously,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who keep in safety Tenedos the while they honour thee.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Thee oft as chief of Goddesses with spilt wine reverence they,</span>
<br/>
<span>And oft with reek of sacrifice, while peal out lyre and lay.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">At Guest-ward Zeus’ unfailing feast is worshipped Justice’ Queen</span>
<br/>
<span>So with fair fame and heart unvext may Aristagoras</span>
<br/>
<span>On to the consummation of his twelve-months’ office pass.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>His sire Agesilas I count as blest as man may be</span>
<br/>
<span>For wondrous goodly form and fearless inborn constancy.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet, though a man have wealth and all-surpassing comeliness,</span>
<br/>
<span>Though he show might pre-eminent in athletes’ conflict-stress,</span>
<br/>
<span>Let him bethink him⁠—mortal limbs his raiment doth array,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the last vesture he shall don will be the grave-mound’s clay.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet that his fellow-burghers’ praise acclaim his deeds is meet.</span>
<br/>
<span>Well may we grace his name in song whose strains ring honey-sweet;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For glorious victories six and ten the peoples dwelling nigh</span>
<br/>
<span>Crowned Aristagoras and his clan, a clan of peerless fame,</span>
<br/>
<span>With wreaths for wrestling and the strife Pankratian proud of name.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yet ah, his parents’ faint-heart fears their stalwart son restrained,</span>
<br/>
<span>That Pytho’s and Olympia’s crowns were unessayed, ungained;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Else, by the Great Oath’s sanctity I swear that sure am I,</span>
<br/>
<span>To Castaly and Kronos’ tree-girt hill had he but gone,</span>
<br/>
<span>He had returned with triumph-crowns from rival champions won,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When he had kept the fifth-year feast ordained of Heracles,</span>
<br/>
<span>And bound his hair with wreaths that gleamed with light of victories.</span>
<br/>
<span>But among mortals one is from his blessings’ height down-thrust</span>
<br/>
<span>By empty-thoughted self-conceit: through overmuch mistrust</span>
<br/>
<span>Of his own strength another letteth slip the honour due.</span>
<br/>
<span>Because a timorous spirit caught his hand and backward drew.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To old Peisander’s Spartan blood hath Aristagoras claim,</span>
<br/>
<span>Well may ye trow: from Amyklae he with Orestes came,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And hither led Aeolian ranks in brazen battle-gear.</span>
<br/>
<span>His mother’s brother Melanippus’ blood with his, we know,</span>
<br/>
<span>Was by Ismenus blent. The might of days of long ago</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Will in alternate generations bring strong men to birth,</span>
<br/>
<span>As harvests spring not every year from tilth of this dark earth,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Nor are our fruit-trees wont as year sweeps round by circling year</span>
<br/>
<span>To bear in wealth unvarying fruit from odour-breathing flowers,</span>
<br/>
<span>But rest each second year. And so this mortal race of ours</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="nemean-11-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By Destiny’s breeze is driven. Comes from Zeus no guiding sign;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet we embark on many a venturous emprise: yea, we pine</span>
<br/>
<span>For exploits many: yea, enthralled by hope insatiate are</span>
<br/>
<span>Our natures. But Fate’s tides from man’s foreknowledge roll afar.</span>
<br/>
<span>In quest of gain heed measure due. The madness of desire</span>
<br/>
<span>For unattainable ambitions hotter burns than fire.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
</section>
<section id="the-isthmian-odes" epub:type="volume bodymatter z3998:non-fiction">
<h2 epub:type="title">The Isthmian Odes</h2>
<article id="isthmian-1" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Herodotus of Thebes, on his victory in the chariot-race, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 458 (?). The poet commences with an apology to Delos for making this ode take precedence of the completion of a paean to Apollo, which he was composing for the island of Keos (Paean <span epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</span>).</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-1-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Mother mine, O Thebe of shield all-golden,</span>
<br/>
<span>Me shall thy sovran behest embolden,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How full soever mine hands be, to lay</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">All other service aside for to-day.</span>
<br/>
<span>O Delos, thou for whose exaltation</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath my soul been outpoured, have no indignation!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">What to a son true-hearted can be</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">More dear than a mother? Ah, yield to my plea,</span>
<br/>
<span>Isle of Apollo! By grace of Heaven</span>
<br/>
<span>Shall coupled fulfilment ere long be given</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unto hymnal-homages twain by me,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When to Him of the hair unshorn I come paying</span>
<br/>
<span>Due honour with choral dance-arraying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In Keos by sea-waves weltered about⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Strains hailed by her shipmen with jubilant shout⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>And honour the Isthmian ridge that doth sunder</span>
<br/>
<span>Two seas that against its crag-walls thunder.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To Kadmus’ people from Isthmus have gone</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Six crowns in her athlete-contests won</span>
<br/>
<span>To grace with triumphant victory’s glory</span>
<br/>
<span>My motherland, where, as is told in story,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of Alkmena was born that aweless son</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>At whom quaked Geryon’s Hounds, that never had quaked before.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Herodotus frame I an honour-lay, for his four-horse team,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the reins that himself swayed, needing none other man’s chariot-lore.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I will sing so that he as a Kastor or lolaus shall seem;</span>
<br/>
<span>For these of all heroes were mightiest charioteers on earth.</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto the one Lacedaemon, Thebes to the other gave birth.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>More athlete-contests did these adventure</span>
<br/>
<span>Than any of champions beside dared enter,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And with brazen tripods their halls they graced,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And with cauldrons and goblets of gold rich-chased;</span>
<br/>
<span>For they tasted the rapture of strife victorious,</span>
<br/>
<span>And they bore thence garlands of triumph glorious;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And ever their prowess shone clear and bright,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Alike in the course where in eagle-flight</span>
<br/>
<span>Raced runners with vestureless limbs white-flashing,</span>
<br/>
<span>And when with the shields on their shoulders clashing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Men ran arrayed in the harness of fight,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And in all the deeds of their hands⁠—in hurling</span>
<br/>
<span>The javelin, and when they sped far-whirling</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Across the field the discus of stone:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For as yet was no fivefold contest known;</span>
<br/>
<span>But each of the several strifes was striven</span>
<br/>
<span>By itself, and to each was its own prize given.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So, many a time and oft, their hair</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Wreathed with the victory-garlands fair,</span>
<br/>
<span>These twain where Dirke’s fount upleapeth,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or where Eurotas’ swift flood sweepeth,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Bowed thanking the nurturing waters there,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By Dirke, Iphikles’ son, his descent from the Dragon who drew;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">By Eurotas, Tyndareus’ scion, who dwelt the Achaians among,</span>
<br/>
<span>In his highland home of Therapnae. And now farewell unto you!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er Poseidon and holy Isthmus I cast the mantle of song,</span>
<br/>
<span>And over Onchestus’ shores; and as this man’s honours I tell,</span>
<br/>
<span>I will sing of the fate to Asopodorus his sire that befell.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And Orchomenus’ fields in my lay shall be chanted,</span>
<br/>
<span>Henceforth by his father’s memory haunted,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who was cast on her strand, a shipwrecked wight,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the boundless waters, in evil plight;</span>
<br/>
<span>But with welcoming kindness that land embraced him.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet his house’s fortune hath now upraised him</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To behold once more the unclouded ray</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of prosperity’s sun of the former day.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, he who hath suffered sore tribulation</span>
<br/>
<span>Wins forethought for pain’s one compensation.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And bears it thenceforth in his heart for aye.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>If a man seek noble achievement’s attaining,</span>
<br/>
<span>With his soul’s full energies upward straining,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Unsparing alike of cost and pains,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Meet is it that when at the last he gains</span>
<br/>
<span>The prize, our ennobling praise he inherit</span>
<br/>
<span>Lavished on him with ungrudging spirit.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For easy it is for the bard inspired,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When by hard toil won is the goal desired,</span>
<br/>
<span>To acclaim his endeavours with glad laudation,</span>
<br/>
<span>And, along with the man, that the fame of his nation</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Be set on high to be world-admired.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Sweet unto diverse men is the meed that from labour they reap,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the shepherd, the ploughman, the fowler, to him who is fed from the sea.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet of these each strives but the wolf of hunger at bay to keep;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But who wins in the Games renown, or in battle victory,</span>
<br/>
<span>When all men extol his achievement, receiveth the highest gain,</span>
<br/>
<span>For praises as flowers on his head do strangers and citizens rain.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>O, well it beseemeth our lips, the awaking</span>
<br/>
<span>Of thanksgiving-praise to the King earth-shaking,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who is also our neighbour, Kronos’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He who sped of his kindness our chariots on,</span>
<br/>
<span>Who is God of the swift steed goalward racing.</span>
<br/>
<span>Meet is it withal that our song be praising,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Amphitryon, those great sons of thine,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the Minyan valley’s recess divine,</span>
<br/>
<span>And Eleusis’ Grove world-celebrated</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Goddess Demeter consecrated,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And Euboea’s course’s curving line.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And with these I acclaim, as in holy paean,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thy sacred precinct by heroes Achaean</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Reared, Protesilaus, in Phylake.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But to tell over every victory</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Hermes the Lord of the Games hath given</span>
<br/>
<span>To the steeds that in many a race have striven</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To win for Herodotus triumph’s bay,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The narrowing limits of this my lay</span>
<br/>
<span>Take from me. Yea, and often the keeping</span>
<br/>
<span>Of silence bringeth a richer reaping</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of joy, seeing Envy is balked of her prey.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-1-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Upborne on the shining wings of the sweet-voiced Muses nine,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With garlands from Pytho, with choicest wreaths from Alpheus’ flood</span>
<br/>
<span>And Olympia’s contests won, may he his hands entwine</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For the honour of Thebes seven-gated. But if one secretly brood</span>
<br/>
<span>Over hoarded wealth, and at other men mouth, he considereth not</span>
<br/>
<span>That to death he is rendering up his soul⁠—and his name shall rot.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-2" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Xenokrates of Akragas, and his son Thrasybulus, on the victory in the chariot-race won by their charioteer Nikomachus, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 472 (?). The ode was composed after the death of Xenokrates, and hence is addressed to his son.</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-2-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>The singers of old, Thrasybulus, who mounted the car of the Queens of Song,</span>
<br/>
<span>The golden-tired, giving voice to the ringing lyre and the tuneful tongue,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Shot lightly the arrows of honey-sweet strains in the fair one’s praise,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Whosoever by bright summer-bloom of lovely form and face</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Stirred hearts to dream upon splendour-throned Aphrodite’s grace.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For then was the Muse not yet a lover of gain, nor a hireling was she.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor then honey-throated Terpsichore sold the melting melody</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of her lays, nor with faces silver-masked did they tread the stage.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But now she biddeth us heed the word of the Argive sage</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Which cometh all too near to the truth in this our age:</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“ <em>’Tis money, ’tis money that maketh the man!</em>” he said,</span>
<br/>
<span>When his friends forsook him so soon as his wealth had fled.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But enough⁠—thou art wise. O, famous afar</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is the Isthmian victory won by the car</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Thy swift steeds drew, that I sing.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For Poseidon gave to thy sire renown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And the Dorian garland, the parsley crown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">O’er Xenokrates’ hair did he fling.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And so did he honour the lord of the goodly chariot, Akragas’ star.</span>
<br/>
<span>And at Krisa looked down on him graciously Apollo prevailing afar,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And gave to him glory. In gleaming Athens did he attain</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Mid the sons of Erechtheus the grace of triumph; nor might he complain 20</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the skill of the hands that lashed his horses and swayed the rein,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Nikomachus’ hands, that gave to his steeds full rein at the moment due,</span>
<br/>
<span>He whom the truce-bearing heralds Elean of Zeus Kronion knew,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Who publish the Season of Games; for his hospitality well</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">They remembered; and sweetly their voices proclaimed o’er the hallowed dell</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His triumph, when he on the lap of golden Victory fell</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In their land, which they name the Grove of Olympus’ Lord,</span>
<br/>
<span>Where the sons of Aenesidamus gained the award</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of honours whose memory aye is enscrolled.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For, O Thrasybulus, known from of old</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">To the halls of thine ancient line</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Is the winsome charm of the song that leaps</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From the lips, as on the procession sweeps</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">In triumph for victory⁠—thine!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For not uphillward nor steep is the path, if the bard is fain to guide</span>
<br/>
<span>The feet of the praises of Helicon’s Maids with famous men to abide.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">May song’s shaft sped from mine hand as far past all else fly</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As in sweetness of spirit unto Xenokrates none came nigh.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Amidst of his townsmen ever a prince of courtesy,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>After the wont of the Panhellenes horse-rearing he fostered still:</span>
<br/>
<span>He was constant at every feast of the Gods: no wind’s breath blew so chill</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On his guest-fain board as to make him furl his canvas-spread;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But far as the Phasis in summertide’s gales the fame of him sped.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in wintertide anchored his guest-renown in broad Nile’s bed.<a href="#note-26" id="noteref-26" epub:type="noteref">26</a></span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-2-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What though the cravings of envy like veils bedim</span>
<br/>
<span>The vision of many men’s souls?⁠—ah, never let him</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hush into coward silence the praise</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of his father’s prowess, nor these my lays!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Not statue-like idly to stand</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Did I fashion them! Nikesippus, bear</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">This, to my loyal friend to declare,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When thou comest to that far land.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-3" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Melissus of Thebes, on his victory in the chariot-race at Nemea, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 477 (?). This ode is a mere prelude to <span epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</span>: it is in the same metre, and many scholars are of opinion that they were originally one.</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-3-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>What man soever hath prospered in winning prizes of high renown</span>
<br/>
<span>In the Games, or is mighty in wealth, who yet in his spirit crusheth down</span>
<br/>
<span>Pestilent arrogance, worthy is he to be graced with his townsmen’s praise;</span>
<br/>
<span>For of thee, O Zeus, all excellence cometh that mortal men doth upraise;</span>
<br/>
<span>And longer abideth their bliss who reverence thee: with the froward-hearted</span>
<br/>
<span>Through life it abides not, but lo, as a suddenly vanishing dream hath departed.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-3-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>It beseems that in guerdon of glorious achievement the deeds of the valiant we sing;</span>
<br/>
<span>It beseems that mid triumph-procession with grace of loving welcoming</span>
<br/>
<span>Should our praises conspire to exalt him! In contests twain hath fortune fair</span>
<br/>
<span>Favoured Melissus, to turn his heart to delightsome joy from care.</span>
<br/>
<span>In the glens of the Isthmus he won for him crowns: where the thunder-throated lion</span>
<br/>
<span>Prowled through the cavernous Nemean dell, he proclaimed him Thebe’s scion</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-3-3">
<header>
<p>Epode</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In the chariot-contest triumphant. He bringeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">No stain on the mighty name</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the prowess his sires made glorious</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of old. Well know ye the fame</span>
<br/>
<span>Which Kleonymus won, as the old lay singeth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How his chariot raced victorious.</span>
<br/>
<span>By the mother akin to the Labdakid Clan, they walked in the ways of wealth, and they trained</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With manifold toil the yoke of four.</span>
<br/>
<span>But time with its onward-rolling days bringeth change upon change: unscarred, unpained</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Are none but the Gods’ seed evermore.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-4" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Melissus of Thebes, on his victory in the Pankration at the Isthmus, probably in the year preceding the chariot-victory at Nemea.</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-4-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By grace of the Gods there be countless paths far-spreading before my feet;</span>
<br/>
<span>But, Melissus, thou at the Isthmian Games hast shown me a highway meet</span>
<br/>
<span>Whereon to follow in song the track of the prowess of thy line</span>
<br/>
<span>Wherein the sons of Kleonymus ever have prospered by help divine,</span>
<br/>
<span>And so pass on to the term of mortal life; but ever shifting</span>
<br/>
<span>Are the winds of fate that swoop upon man, and drive him chartless-drifting.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Ay, the story of these from of yore is told, how with honour in Thebes they were named.</span>
<br/>
<span>Warders they were of the tribes dwelling round, and in arrogance brawling unshamed</span>
<br/>
<span>No part they had; and what records soever there be of the men which have died,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or of yet living men, such as fly wind-blown through the whole world far and wide,</span>
<br/>
<span>Records of limitless glory, these they attained in their fullness receiving:</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, Heracles’ Pillars they touched by the gallant deeds of their line’s achieving;⁠—</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But let none press on to achievement that reacheth</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Farther beyond that bound!⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">And in that house many a lover</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Of the rearing of steeds was found.</span>
<br/>
<span>And they joyed in the lore that the War-god teacheth.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But ere one day’s hours passed over,</span>
<br/>
<span>The merciless sleet-laden tempest of war had bereft of hero-scions four</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">That hearth once happy; but now again</span>
<br/>
<span>After the wintry gloom of the months of changeful vesture, the earth once more</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Hath blossomed with roses of crimson grain</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By the will of Heaven. The Shaker of Earth, who hath at Onchestus his halls,</span>
<br/>
<span>And whose mansion is on the sea-lashed ridge afront of Corinth’s walls,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even he bestoweth upon that house this hymn of wondrous praise,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the olden glory of far-famed deeds from her bed doth he upraise</span>
<br/>
<span>Where erst she had fallen on sleep, but now is awakened, and shines resplendent</span>
<br/>
<span>Over all her form, as the Morning Star mid the stars is a light transscendent⁠—</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That olden glory which even on Athens’ fields proclaimed the renown</span>
<br/>
<span>Of a chariot-triumph; then in Adrastus’ Games at Sikyon-town</span>
<br/>
<span>Gave wreathed leaves of such old-time song as these of our own days are.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor yet at the national contests failed they to ride the curved car;</span>
<br/>
<span>But they joyed in contending with all the Hellenes, in spending on steeds their treasure.</span>
<br/>
<span>But unhonoured, unsung, is the man that spareth his might against others to measure.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, even when champions in strife be contending,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Till the end in uncertainty</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Her face Queen Fortune veileth;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">For triumph now giveth she</span>
<br/>
<span>And anon defeat; but at whiles in the ending</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The craft of the weaker prevaileth</span>
<br/>
<span>To cast to the earth the stronger. Ye know of the prowess of Aias the blood-stained fame,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">How, when the night was now far spent,</span>
<br/>
<span>He cast himself on his own sword, thereby bringing reproach and abiding shame</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">On the sons of Hellenes that Troy ward went.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But lo, he is honoured of Homer the wide world over, who set on high</span>
<br/>
<span>All knightly prowess of Aias; and his god-gifted poesy</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath taught the measure whereby all other bards must frame the lay:</span>
<br/>
<span>For a noble song passeth down the years with a voice that liveth for aye,</span>
<br/>
<span>And over the harvest-abounding earth, and across the sea for ever</span>
<br/>
<span>Goeth the sunbright shining of noble deeds, to be quenchèd never.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>May the Muses to us be gracious, that so we may kindle a beacon-light</span>
<br/>
<span>Of song for Melissus, a wreath that shall worthily crown the pankratian might</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the son of the House of Telesias; for he showeth in conflict’s toil</span>
<br/>
<span>The courage of roaring lions, and coupled therewith the fox’s guile</span>
<br/>
<span>Who lies on his back,<a href="#note-27" id="noteref-27" epub:type="noteref">27</a> so holding at bay the eagle’s swoop down-rushing.</span>
<br/>
<span>So cunning and strength must alike be used for the adversary’s crushing.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For not by nature was this man dowered</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With Orion’s giant height;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Mean was he to outward showing,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">But with iron-heavy might</span>
<br/>
<span>In the grapple his foe he overpowered.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">So of old for Antaius’ o’erthrowing</span>
<br/>
<span>To his dwelling in Libya’s corn-land came a man low-statured, a hero who bore</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A spirit unflinching in conflict-strain,</span>
<br/>
<span>A scion of Thebes whose wrestling-grip should for ever stay him from roofing o’er</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">With the skulls of strangers Poseidon’s fane,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-10">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even the son of Alkmena, who passed to Olympus after that he</span>
<br/>
<span>Had tracked all lands, and traversed the cliff-walled face of the surf-white sea,</span>
<br/>
<span>Had slain the sea-rovers, and safe for voyagers made the sea’s highway.</span>
<br/>
<span>And now by the Aegis-bearer in glorious bliss he dwelleth for aye,</span>
<br/>
<span>As a friend is honoured of all the Immortals, with Hebe hath made affiance,</span>
<br/>
<span>Is lord of a golden palace, is kinsman to Hera by spousal-alliance.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-11">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For him above the Elektran Gate we burghers the feast prepare,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the crown-like ring of the altars newly-built will we set to him there,</span>
<br/>
<span>And our sacrifices will offer for those eight bronze-mailed heroes who died,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whom Megara, Kreon’s daughter, bare, that mighty Hero’s bride⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>They unto whom at the sun’s down-going the nightlong flame is uplifted,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with odorous reek its smoke is lashing the welkin, through cloudland drifted.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-4-12">
<header>
<p>Epode 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Then on the second day is holden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The struggle of athlete-might,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The crown of the year’s games ended.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">There with his brows made bright</span>
<br/>
<span>With leaves of the myrtle-wreath enfolden</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Twin triumphs Melissus blended,</span>
<br/>
<span>When already among the boys he had won another by heeding diligently</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The words of the wisely-counselling tongue</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the pilot trainer who steered his course: with Melissus Orseas’ name join I</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">As I shed on them grace of delightsome song.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-5" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Phylakidas of Aegina, son of Lampon, and brother of Pytheas (celebrated in the Fifth Nemean), on his victory in the Pankration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 476 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-5-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Theia of many names, O mother of the Sun,<a href="#note-28" id="noteref-28" epub:type="noteref">28</a></span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Men set their stamp on gold for love of thee,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all things precious counting this the mightiest one;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Yea, and in rivalry,</span>
<br/>
<span>Queen, for thy brightness on the sea do galleys clash in wars,</span>
<br/>
<span>And in the whirling fight are marvels wrought by battle-cars.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>He in the contests of the Games achieves renown</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Desired of all, who hath won victory’s meed</span>
<br/>
<span>By hands that wreathed his head with many a crown,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Or by his fleet foot’s speed.</span>
<br/>
<span>’Tis Heaven awards each prize of strength: two things alone there be</span>
<br/>
<span>That make life’s loveliest blossoms blow in wealth’s flower-spangled lea,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To have good hap and reputation fair.</span>
<br/>
<span>Seek not to be as Zeus; all things are thine</span>
<br/>
<span>If to thee falls of these best gifts thy share;</span>
<br/>
<span>For mortal bounds must mortal men confine.</span>
<br/>
<span>But, O Phylakidas, for thee at Isthmus lies in store</span>
<br/>
<span>A twofold meed of fadeless fame, at Nemea for you twain,</span>
<br/>
<span>For thee and Pytheas, crowns pankratian. Oh, mine heart no more</span>
<br/>
<span>Rapture of song can taste, except the Aiakids swell the strain.</span>
<br/>
<span>Led by the Graces I, by sons of Lampon summoned o’er,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>To this, the city of fair governance, came. If she</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To the clear path of deeds that Gods inspire</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath turned her steps, grudge not the wine of minstrelsy,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Her valour’s glory-hire.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, for in days heroic her brave sons earned glory’s crown,</span>
<br/>
<span>And lyre and flute-notes manifold still peal out their renown</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Through years past numbering. By Zeus Kronion’s grace</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">A new theme Oineus’ mighty sons have found</span>
<br/>
<span>For bards inspired: Aetolians still with altar-blaze</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Worship the world-renowned;</span>
<br/>
<span>And chariot-speeding Iolaus still is Thebe’s pride,</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Argos Perseus, Leda’s sons Eurotas’ stream beside.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And still Oenone worships the renown</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Aiakus and his sons high-hearted, they</span>
<br/>
<span>Who in stern battle sacked the Trojans’ town</span>
<br/>
<span>First, when with Heracles they faced the fray,</span>
<br/>
<span>Then, with the sons of Atreus:⁠—upward wing, O Muse, thy flight!</span>
<br/>
<span>Tell who were they before whom Kyknus fell, and Hector died.</span>
<br/>
<span>Who smote the dauntless chief who led the Aethiop hosts to fight,</span>
<br/>
<span>Memnon the brazen-mailed? And who, Kaïkus’ stream beside,</span>
<br/>
<span>Met valiant Telephus, and with resistless spear did smite?</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Even they whose home my lips proclaim the glorious isle</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Aegina!⁠—that tower builded long ago</span>
<br/>
<span>For heroism’s feet to scale her stately pile.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">My tongue’s true-aiming bow</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath many a shaft whose flight shall sing their praise: yea, Aias’ state</span>
<br/>
<span>Can witness how her shipmen’s prowess saved from thraldom’s fate</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Salamis in that ruin-tempest heaven-sent,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">When slaughter’s hailstorm did on myriads fall⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet hush, O lips of mine, the vaunt irreverent!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Is not Zeus Lord of all?</span>
<br/>
<span>He ordereth this and that. These late-won honours gladly hail</span>
<br/>
<span>Sweet song that hymns the victor’s joy. Now, whoso hears the tale</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-5-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of this Kleonikus’ house, e’en let him dare</span>
<br/>
<span>The athlete-strife! Not dulled is yet the fame</span>
<br/>
<span>Of their long toils! Nought for the cost they care:</span>
<br/>
<span>No power hath this their fiery hopes to tame!</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, also Pytheas do I praise, who schooled unerringly</span>
<br/>
<span>His brother’s hands to deal the blows whereby Phylakidas bare</span>
<br/>
<span>To earth the limbs of rivals⁠—ah, a cunning fighter he!</span>
<br/>
<span>Ho, take for him a crown, and bring the fleecy fillet fair!</span>
<br/>
<span>With song fresh-pinioned speed him on his path of victory!</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-6" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Phylakidas of Aegina, on his victory in the Pankration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 484 (?) or <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 480 (?).</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-6-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As they do in a banquet of men when the revelry runneth high,</span>
<br/>
<span>So do we mingle a second bowl of the Song-queen’s strain.</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto Tampon’s athlete-seed do we render honour thereby.</span>
<br/>
<span>Our first was outpoured to thee, Zeus, in the day that saw us gain</span>
<br/>
<span>The crown of all crowns at Nemea; the second this day pour we</span>
<br/>
<span>To the Lord of the Isthmus and Nereus’ fifty Maids of the Sea</span>
<br/>
<span>For the House’s youngest scion Phylakidas’ victory.</span>
<br/>
<span>Oh may we make ready a third for the Saviour Olympus’ Lord!<a href="#note-29" id="noteref-29" epub:type="noteref">29</a></span>
<br/>
<span>So may a libation of honey-sweet songs on Aegina be poured!</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For if one of the sons of men who exults in the cost and the toil</span>
<br/>
<span>Attain to achievement that shall like a god-built tower stand,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with Heaven’s help plant the seed of renown in a fruitful soil,</span>
<br/>
<span>God-honoured he casteth his anchor on Fortune’s farthest strand.</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto such desires to attain this son of Kleonymus prays</span>
<br/>
<span>Or ever he cometh with death or with hoar hairs face to face.</span>
<br/>
<span>And of Klotho enthroned on high this day I implore her grace,</span>
<br/>
<span>Praying her and her sister Fates propitiously now to draw near</span>
<br/>
<span>To the heavenward-ringing petition of him that I hold so dear.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And you, O Aiakus’ sons, upon golden chariots mounted,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">I deem it a sacred ordinance laid most clearly on me,</span>
<br/>
<span>Whensoe’er I set foot on your isle, to shower on you praise; for uncounted</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Highways of five-score feet stretch farther than eye can see</span>
<br/>
<span>For your noble achievements: they pass to southward beyond Nile’s fountains,</span>
<br/>
<span>And away to the land lying north of where Boreas leaps from his mountains.</span>
<br/>
<span>No city there is so uncouth of speech, but hath heard the story</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the blest one, spouse of a Goddess, of hero Peleus’ glory,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And hath heard of Aias Telamon’s scion, and Aias’ sire.</span>
<br/>
<span>Him did Alkmena’s son, to requite Laomedon’s lie,</span>
<br/>
<span>Lead with his warriors of Tiryns, an ally whose soul was afire</span>
<br/>
<span>For the joy of the harness of battle, in galleys led him to Troy,</span>
<br/>
<span>To the land of heroes’ travail. So Pergamus-city was laid</span>
<br/>
<span>In the dust by Heracles’ might. Thereafter, with Telamon’s aid,</span>
<br/>
<span>The tribes of the Meropes slew he, against him in battle arrayed,</span>
<br/>
<span>And the herdman huge as a mountain, Alkyoneus, whom he found</span>
<br/>
<span>In Phlegra, and spared not his bowstring’s thunder-clanging rebound.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But when Heracles came to bid to the voyaging Aiakus’ son,</span>
<br/>
<span>Him with his company feasting he found, and as there he stood</span>
<br/>
<span>In the lion-skin, Telamon called on the son of Amphitryon</span>
<br/>
<span>The first libation to pour of the cluster’s nectar-blood;</span>
<br/>
<span>And the chalice rough with the gold embossed with the word did he place</span>
<br/>
<span>Wine-brimming in Heracles’ hands. Thereupon did the hero raise</span>
<br/>
<span>His hands, the invincible hands, in prayer to the firmament’s space;</span>
<br/>
<span>And he lifted his voice: “If ever, O Zeus Allfather, thou</span>
<br/>
<span>Hast hearkened with willing soul unto prayer of mine, O now</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“With heavenward-soaring prayers unto thee do I make my petition</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">To perfect in Eriboia’s womb for the man at my side</span>
<br/>
<span>A valiant son, who shall aye be my friend by Fate’s decision,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">One of thews invincibly stalwart, hard as the lion’s hide</span>
<br/>
<span>That at Nemea, first of my labours, I slew, this fell enfolding</span>
<br/>
<span>My shoulders, and may his courage be worthy his frame’s strong moulding!”</span>
<br/>
<span>He spake, and a mighty eagle the God sent down from his heaven,</span>
<br/>
<span>Monarch of birds; and with rapture thrilled for the omen given</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Heracles lifted his voice, and he spake as speaketh a seer:</span>
<br/>
<span>“Lo, thou shalt have the son thou desirest, Telamon;</span>
<br/>
<span>And after the name of the bird that thou sawest but now appear,</span>
<br/>
<span>So shalt thou name him, Aias, a world-famed mighty one,</span>
<br/>
<span>In the battle-toils of thy people a warrior deadly strong.”</span>
<br/>
<span>So spake he, and sat him down. But for me it were all too long</span>
<br/>
<span>Of all their achievements to tell. I came, O Queen of Song,</span>
<br/>
<span>For Phylakidas, Pytheas, Euthymenes, the march to array</span>
<br/>
<span>Of the triumph-procession, and brief, after Argive wont, be the lay.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In Isthmian pankration victories three did they win by their might,</span>
<br/>
<span>And from leaf-shadowed Nemea yet more triumphs, those glorious boys,</span>
<br/>
<span>And their mother’s brother. How fair a portion of song to the light</span>
<br/>
<span>Did they bring! And with brightest dews of refreshing did they rejoice</span>
<br/>
<span>The Clan of the Psalychidae; and now have they raised to renown</span>
<br/>
<span>By their prowess the House of Themistius; yea, and in this good town</span>
<br/>
<span>Do they dwell, whereon the Gods with loving eyes look down.</span>
<br/>
<span>And, honouring Hesiod’s words⁠—“Whatsoever he findeth to do,”</span>
<br/>
<span>That Lampon “doth with his might,” and exhorteth his sons thereto.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-6-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>So he brings to his city glory, the weal of the whole state serving.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">He is loved for his kindness to strangers: the golden mean alway</span>
<br/>
<span>In purpose, the golden mean in action he follows unswerving.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">His tongue is at one with his thoughts. Amid athletes he is, thou canst say,</span>
<br/>
<span>As the Naxian stone that in grinding of bronze all other excelleth.</span>
<br/>
<span>I will give him to drink of Dirke’s taintless spring that upwelleth</span>
<br/>
<span>By the stately-rampired gates of the city of Kadmus, whose waters</span>
<br/>
<span>Were caused to leap to the light by Memory’s deep-zoned daughters.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-7" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Strepsiades of Thebes, on his victory in the Pankration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 456 (?). The victor’s uncle had recently been killed in battle.</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-7-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In which of the old-time glories that made thy land renowned</span>
<br/>
<span>Hath thy spirit, O happy Thebe, delighted most of all?</span>
<br/>
<span>When thou sawest the birth of the God of the tresses that toss unbound,</span>
<br/>
<span>Dionysus, enthroned by Demeter to whom clashed cymbals call?</span>
<br/>
<span>Or when thou didst welcome the chief of the Gods at the midnight hour,</span>
<br/>
<span>What time he descended to earth in a golden-snowing shower,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-2">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When he stood at Amphitryon’s portal, and went in unto the bride</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Amphitryon, whence sprang god-begotten Heracles?</span>
<br/>
<span>Was it when Teiresias’ counsels inspired were thy joy and thy pride?</span>
<br/>
<span>Was it when thou didst see Iolaus’ chariot-masteries,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or the Sown Men’s tireless spears? Or when from thy fierce war-shout</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou sentest Adrastus fleeing, bereft of the battle-rout</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-3">
<header>
<p>Epode 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Of his countless comrades, back unto Argos the war-steed land?</span>
<br/>
<span>Or when thou didst set the feet of the Dorian Spartans again</span>
<br/>
<span>Firm in the ancient home, and when by a warrior-band,</span>
<br/>
<span>Even thy sons of the Aegeid House, was Amyklae ta’en</span>
<br/>
<span>Because they obeyed the Pythian oracle’s command?</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">But alas! it sleepeth, the olden glory,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And mortals forget the heroic story,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Save only that which attains unto poesy’s perfect flower</span>
<br/>
<span>By reason that it hath been wedded to far-ringing streams of song.</span>
<br/>
<span>For Strepsiades then lead forth the procession in this glad hour</span>
<br/>
<span>With strains sweet-rippling. He brings the pankratian meed of the strong</span>
<br/>
<span>From Isthmus. In strength is he wondrous, and goodly withal to behold;</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor his stature is shamed by his valour, his spirit aweless-bold.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-5">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Glows on him a splendour breathed by the flower-tressed Muses’ breath.</span>
<br/>
<span>A share in his crown to his namesake mother’s brother he gave,</span>
<br/>
<span>For whom Ares the brazen-bucklered mingled the wine of death.</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet a recompense of renown is laid up in store for the brave;</span>
<br/>
<span>For let him be assured⁠—whosoe’er, overgloomed by the cloud of war,</span>
<br/>
<span>Beats back the hailstorm of blood from his dear land’s heart afar,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-6">
<header>
<p>Epode 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>By hurling death through the ranks of the host of his fatherland’s foe⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>Be assured that he maketh his nation’s glory to shine more bright,</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, whether he live, or whether the hero in death lie low.</span>
<br/>
<span>But thou, O scion of Diodotus, in that last fight</span>
<br/>
<span>With strong Meleager didst vie⁠—yea, as his did thy battle-fire glow!⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">And with Hector and Amphiaraus vying</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">Didst breathe out youth’s fair bloom in thy dying</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>In the press of the battle, the forefront of fight, where of warriors our chief</span>
<br/>
<span>Bare up the weight of the struggle of war in hope’s despair.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ah me! at the woeful tidings I suffered unspeakable grief!</span>
<br/>
<span>By the Earth-enfolder’s grace now calm after storm shines fair.</span>
<br/>
<span>With garlands enwreathing my locks will I sing this victory.</span>
<br/>
<span>O may not the triumph be marred by the high Gods’ jealousy,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-8">
<header>
<p>Antistrophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>As onward I follow to taste the sweetness of this my day,</span>
<br/>
<span>And peacefully journey to eld and the bourne that Fate doth ordain</span>
<br/>
<span>For my life. For we all must die: alike are we passing away,</span>
<br/>
<span>Though our fortune be diverse. How far soever one’s gaze may strain,</span>
<br/>
<span>Too frail is man to attain to the heaven brazen-floored.</span>
<br/>
<span>Even so did wingèd Pegasus fling his earthly lord,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-7-9">
<header>
<p>Epode 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>When Bellerophon fain would have winged his flight to the mansions on high,</span>
<br/>
<span>And have entered the glorious conclave of Gods with Zeus throned there.</span>
<br/>
<span>Bitter the end is of pleasure attained unlawfully.</span>
<br/>
<span>But to us, O Loxias, thou with thy glory of golden hair</span>
<br/>
<span>Ever blooming in youth, do thou with a gift of thy grace draw nigh,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">From Pytho’s contests on us bestowing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i4">A garland of bright flowers lovely-blowing.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
<article id="isthmian-8" epub:type="z3998:poem">
<header>
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
<p epub:type="bridgehead">For Kleandros of Aegina, on his victory in the boys’ Pankration, <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr> 478 (?). It was shortly after the battle of Plataea: the poet, while thankful for the liberation of Greece, is filled with sorrow for the traitorous part which his native Thebes has played in that war.</p>
</header>
<section id="isthmian-8-1">
<header>
<p>Strophe 1</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>For Kleandros and his comrades, O ye youths, let some of you</span>
<br/>
<span>Go and stand before his father Telesarchus’ gleaming door,</span>
<br/>
<span>And wake the chant, the recompense for toils, his glorious due</span>
<br/>
<span>For the crowns that from the Isthmus and from Nemea he bore.</span>
<br/>
<span>What though I be stricken-hearted, to their praying have I hearkened,</span>
<br/>
<span>And on the golden Muse I call. From night of woes that darkened</span>
<br/>
<span>Around us are we rescued, and we may not brook bereaving</span>
<br/>
<span>Of triumph-crowns, nor over cureless evils linger grieving.</span>
<br/>
<span>But let us cheer the people with the sweetness of our song,</span>
<br/>
<span>Though the pain have scarce departed; for the stone that hung so long</span>
<br/>
<span>Above our heads⁠—a very stone of Tantalus⁠—at last</span>
<br/>
<span>A God hath turned aside: the peril now is overpast,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-2">
<header>
<p>Strophe 2</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>That intolerable curse unto Hellas! But the night</span>
<br/>
<span>Of terror hath departed, and the crushing load of care</span>
<br/>
<span>Is lifted. Yet ’tis better evermore to keep in sight</span>
<br/>
<span>The perils that be waiting in the path whereon we fare.</span>
<br/>
<span>For Time is dogging mortals’ steps, with treacherous feet on-stealing,</span>
<br/>
<span>And tangling all the ways of life. Yet even here is healing</span>
<br/>
<span>For such as have but freedom. Let us still to hope be clinging!</span>
<br/>
<span>In Thebe seven-gated nursed, the Graces’ flowers of singing</span>
<br/>
<span>I needs must give Aegina; for Asopus’ daughters twain</span>
<br/>
<span>Found favour in the sight of Zeus who over all doth reign.</span>
<br/>
<span>And one of these by lovely-flowered Dirke’s fair demesne</span>
<br/>
<span>He caused to dwell, to be the chariot-loving city’s queen.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-3">
<header>
<p>Strophe 3</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>But thee unto Oenopia’s isle he bore, and couched with thee.</span>
<br/>
<span>And there unto the Thunder-crashing Father didst thou bear</span>
<br/>
<span>A godlike scion, Aiakus, of men most righteous he;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yea, even to the Gods in Heaven contention’s arbiter</span>
<br/>
<span>Was he. His hero-sons and children’s children war-delighting</span>
<br/>
<span>With peerless valour met the clanging bronze of warriors fighting;</span>
<br/>
<span>And self-controlled they ruled their spirit, even as wisdom taught them.</span>
<br/>
<span>Now when the Gods in council met, of all this they bethought them,</span>
<br/>
<span>When Zeus with glory-girt Poseidon in contention strove</span>
<br/>
<span>For Thetis’ hand; for either God was captive of her love,</span>
<br/>
<span>And fain would win the fairest; but impossible it was</span>
<br/>
<span>That Heaven’s eternal counsels should bring such a thing to pass</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-4">
<header>
<p>Strophe 4</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Whence once they heard the oracle that spake them Fate’s decree.</span>
<br/>
<span>For Themis wise in counsel in the Gods’ assembly told</span>
<br/>
<span>How that Destiny ordained it that the Lady of the Sea</span>
<br/>
<span>Should bear a son more mighty than his father, who should hold</span>
<br/>
<span>In his hand another sceptre more resistless than the levin</span>
<br/>
<span>Or the trident, were she wedded with any lord of Heaven:⁠—</span>
<br/>
<span>“Cease to contend! In marriage to a mortal be she given.</span>
<br/>
<span>Like Ares’ hands her son’s shall be where battle’s strife is striven,</span>
<br/>
<span>His speed of foot as lightning-flash;⁠—but she shall see him die</span>
<br/>
<span>In war! I give my counsel that this honour from on high</span>
<br/>
<span>To Peleus son of Aiakus be granted. All attest</span>
<br/>
<span>That dweller in Iolkos’ plain of mortals holiest.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-5">
<header>
<p>Strophe 5</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>“Then let our message straight go forth to Cheiron’s cave divine,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor once again let Nereus’ daughter set the leaves of strife</span>
<br/>
<span>In hands of Gods; but when the midmonth orbèd moonbeams shine</span>
<br/>
<span>At eventide, then let her loose her maiden zone, the wife</span>
<br/>
<span>Most lovely of a hero.” So the Goddess spake, preventing</span>
<br/>
<span>The ruin-day of Kronos’ sons. And they in one consenting</span>
<br/>
<span>Bent their immortal brows. Nor did her counsel’s fruitage wither;</span>
<br/>
<span>For told it is that these two Kings in friendship came together</span>
<br/>
<span>To Thetis’ bridal. And the lips of bards have published far</span>
<br/>
<span>To them that saw it not the mighty prowess in the war</span>
<br/>
<span>Of young Achilles, how he poured a dusky-crimson stain,</span>
<br/>
<span>The life-blood of king Telephus, on Mysia’s vine-clad plain,</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-6">
<header>
<p>Strophe 6</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>And bridge-like paved the Atreids’ safe return across the sea,</span>
<br/>
<span>And rescued Helen; for he hewed asunder with his spear</span>
<br/>
<span>Troy’s sinews, them who strove to stay the slaughter-work that he</span>
<br/>
<span>Wrought in that battle-harried plain, yea, stayed the proud career</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Memnon’s might, of Hector and the chiefs in strength excelling</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Troy, to whom Achilles showed to Queen Persephone’s dwelling</span>
<br/>
<span>The path⁠—the Aiakids’ champion he!⁠—and glory so was bringing</span>
<br/>
<span>Unto Aegina and his race. Yea, lips immortal singing</span>
<br/>
<span>Wailed o’er him dead, when Helicon’s Maids, a many-voicèd choir,</span>
<br/>
<span>Stood by his death-rites, pouring forth their dirge around the pyre.</span>
<br/>
<span>Ay, so the Immortals willed that heroism, even in death,</span>
<br/>
<span>Should be a theme for Goddesses to hymn with praising breath.</span>
</p>
</section>
<section id="isthmian-8-7">
<header>
<p>Strophe 7</p>
</header>
<p>
<span>Yea, to this day that law of honour holds: the Muses’ car</span>
<br/>
<span>Speeds on to sound his glory forth who won the gauntlet-fight</span>
<br/>
<span>In Isthmus’ glade, even Nikokles.<a href="#note-30" id="noteref-30" epub:type="noteref">30</a> Oh, peal his praise afar</span>
<br/>
<span>Who won the Dorian parsley-crown, who vanquished by his might,</span>
<br/>
<span>He too,<a href="#note-31" id="noteref-31" epub:type="noteref">31</a> all rivals, hurled them back with leap as of a lion.</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor him dishonoureth now his father’s noble brother’s scion.</span>
<br/>
<span>Twine then, ye comrades of the victor, twine the tender greenness</span>
<br/>
<span>Of myrtle for his brows! Alkathous’ contest hailed his keenness</span>
<br/>
<span>Of courage with fair fortune. Yea, with welcoming acclaim</span>
<br/>
<span>The sons of Epidaurus met him. Meet it is the fame</span>
<br/>
<span>Of such be sung by good men; for he hid not from the light,</span>
<br/>
<span>As in oblivion’s pit, the splendour of his youthful might.</span>
</p>
</section>
</article>
</section>
<section id="endnotes" epub:type="endnotes backmatter">
<h2 epub:type="title">Endnotes</h2>
<ol>
<li id="note-1" epub:type="endnote">
<p><abbr>Cf.</abbr> the speech of Brasidas to his soldiers: “You are not to be cowed by any numerical superiority of your foes, since you do not come from states in which such a lesson is learnt. You come from those in which the masses do not lord it over the select few, but where the minority rule the majority⁠—a supremacy which they acquired by nothing save fighting superiority.” <cite>—⁠<i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Thucydides</i>, <span epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</span>, 126</cite> <a href="#noteref-1" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-2" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Tityos, Sisyphus and Ixion. <a href="#noteref-2" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-3" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Perhaps based on the Pythagorean doctrine of Transmigration. The good after death enjoy, for a limited season, restful happiness in the underworld; then they pass through two reincarnations; and when they have passed unstained through their three periods of earthly probation, they are admitted to a life of endless felicity in the Islands of the Blest. <a href="#noteref-3" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-4" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Explained by scholiasts as a reference to Pindar’s rivals, the Cean poets, Simonides and his nephew Bacchylides. <a href="#noteref-4" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-5" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Erginus, one of the Argonauts. The occasion was the funeral games for Thoas, queen Hypsipyle’s father. <a href="#noteref-5" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-6" epub:type="endnote">
<p><em>Iamus</em>, from <i lang="el-Latn" xml:lang="el-Latn">ia</i>, the pansies (<i epub:type="z3998:taxonomy">Viola tricolor</i>) among which he lay. <a href="#noteref-6" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-7" epub:type="endnote">
<p>“The Hill of Kronos.” The <i epub:type="z3998:phoneme">i</i> is short, whereas in Kronion, “Son of Kronos,” it is long. <a href="#noteref-7" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-8" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The trainer of the choir that chanted this ode in Stymphalus, whither Aeneas bore it from Thebes. <a href="#noteref-8" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-9" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The first inhabitants of Rhodes were children of the Sun (Heliades). <a href="#noteref-9" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-10" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Implying that the Rhodians were the first who made statues in attitudes of movement. <a href="#noteref-10" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-11" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The most successful trainer of men and boys for athletic contests. <a href="#noteref-11" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-12" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The victor’s deceased father and uncle shall hear the tidings in Hades. <a href="#noteref-12" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-13" epub:type="endnote">
<p>An ancient hymn to Heracles, by Archilochus (<abbr>fl.</abbr> 650 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>), of which the first two lines were:</p>
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>“Hail, O king Heracles, O victory-glorious!</span>
<br/>
<span>Hail thou and lolaus, spear-victorious!”</span>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="continued">It was traditionally sung in honour of the victor, whenever no special ode was ready. Its refrain, in imitation of the sound of striking lyre-strings, <i lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">τήνελλα καλλίνικε</i> (“cling-clang, O glorious victor!”) was thrice repeated. <a href="#noteref-13" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-14" epub:type="endnote">
<p>“It is probably because the later of the two Odes is longer and more elaborate than the other that it is placed before it in the <abbr class="eoc">MSS.</abbr>” <cite>—⁠Sandys</cite> <a href="#noteref-14" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-15" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Cousins of Xenophon. <a href="#noteref-15" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-16" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Son of Hiero, and ruler of Etna. The Deinomenes of <a href="#pythian-1-line-135">this line</a> was the father of Hiero. <a href="#noteref-16" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-17" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Hyllus was son of Heracles, and forefather of a Dorian tribe. Pamphyhis was son of Aigimius the ally of Heracles, and forefather of another Dorian tribe which colonized Syracuse. <a href="#noteref-17" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-18" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The battle of Plataea, in 479 <abbr epub:type="se:era z3998:initialism">BC</abbr>, the year after Salamis. <a href="#noteref-18" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-19" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Western Lokris, in the south of Italy, had been saved from invasion by the intervention of Hiero. <a href="#noteref-19" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-20" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Here begins Pindar’s intercession for the forgiveness and restoration to his country of Demophilus, an exiled Kyrenian noble living in Thebes, at whose instance the poet wrote this ode, which was designed as a peace-offering to king Arkesilas. <a href="#noteref-20" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-21" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Uncle of Pytheas. Themistius (<a href="#nemean-5-line-56">this line</a>) was his grandfather. <a href="#noteref-21" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-22" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The three younger brothers of Sokleides. <a href="#noteref-22" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-23" epub:type="endnote">
<p>If, in the Pentathlum, a competitor broke the rules by overrunning the mark in distance-throwing of the dart (which came just before the wrestling), he was disqualified from further competition. <a href="#noteref-23" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-24" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Coral. The contrast is between the evanescent wreath oi flowers, and a coronal of gold, ivory and coral. <a href="#noteref-24" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-25" epub:type="endnote">
<p>This reference seems to be to Paean <span epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</span> (in the Fragments), at which offence had been taken. There Apollo is said to have slain him for temple-desecration. In this Ode Pindar implies that it was not through his fault, but his fate, that he died. <a href="#noteref-25" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-26" epub:type="endnote">
<p>He entertained guests from as far east as the utmost limits of the Black Sea (which was closed to navigation in winter), and from as far south as Egypt. <a href="#noteref-26" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-27" epub:type="endnote">
<p>The best position for presenting a front all teeth and claws to an assailant from the air. <a href="#noteref-27" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-28" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Theia was the Goddess of all brightness, of the heavenly bodies, of gold, the bright metal <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">par excellence</i>, and so of wealth in other forms. <a href="#noteref-28" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-29" epub:type="endnote">
<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:initialism">I.e.</abbr>, May the Nemean and Isthmian victories be followed by one at Olympia. <a href="#noteref-29" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-30" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Uncle of the victor Kleandros. <a href="#noteref-30" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
<li id="note-31" epub:type="endnote">
<p>Like Achilles. <a href="#noteref-31" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
</li>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Colophon</h2>
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