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Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode


I.1.
              1      Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
              2And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
              3From Helicon's harmonious springs
              4A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
              5The laughing flowers, that round them blow,
              6Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
              7Now the rich stream of music winds along
              8Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
              9Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
            10Now rolling down the steep amain,
            11Headlong, impetuous, see it pour:
            12The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

I.2.
            13      Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
            14Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
            15Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares
            16And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
            17On Thracia's hills the Lord of War,
            18Has curb'd the fury of his car,
            19And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command.
            20Perching on the sceptred hand
            21Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
            22With ruffled plumes and flagging wing:
            23Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
            24The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his eye.

I.3.
            25      Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
            26Temper'd to thy warbled lay.
            27O'er Idalia's velvet-green
            28The rosy-crowned Loves are seen
            29On Cytherea's day
            30With antic Sports and blue-ey'd Pleasures,
            31Frisking light in frolic measures;
            32Now pursuing, now retreating,
            33Now in circling troops they meet:
            34To brisk notes in cadence beating
            35Glance their many-twinkling feet.
            36Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare:
            37Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay.
            38With arms sublime, that float upon the air,
            39In gliding state she wins her easy way:
            40O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
            41The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

II.1.
            42      Man's feeble race what ills await,
            43Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
            44Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,
            45And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
            46The fond complaint, my song, disprove,
            47And justify the laws of Jove.
            48Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse?
            49Night, and all her sickly dews,
            50Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,
            51He gives to range the dreary sky:
            52Till down the eastern cliffs afar
            53Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.

II.2.
            54      In climes beyond the solar road,
            55Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam,
            56The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom
            57To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode.
            58And oft, beneath the od'rous shade
            59Of Chili's boundless forests laid,
            60She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat
            61In loose numbers wildly sweet
            62Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves.
            63Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
            64Glory pursue, and generous Shame,
            65Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.

II.3.
            66      Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep,
            67Isles, that crown th' Ægean deep,
            68Fields, that cool Ilissus laves,
            69Or where Mæander's amber waves
            70In ling'ring Lab'rinths creep,
            71How do your tuneful echoes languish,
            72Mute, but to the voice of Anguish?
            73Where each old poetic mountain
            74Inspiration breath'd around:
            75Ev'ry shade and hallow'd Fountain
            76Murmur'd deep a solemn sound:
            77Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour
            78Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
            79Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power,
            80And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
            81When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,
            82They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.

III.1.
            83      Far from the sun and summer-gale,
            84In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid,
            85What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
            86To him the mighty Mother did unveil
            87Her awful face: the dauntless child
            88Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled.
            89This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear
            90Richly paint the vernal year:
            91Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
            92This can unlock the gates of Joy;
            93Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears,
            94Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

III.2.
            95      Nor second he, that rode sublime
            96Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,
            97The secrets of th' Abyss to spy.
            98He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time:
            99The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,
          100Where angels tremble, while they gaze,
          101He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
          102Clos'd his eyes in endless night.
          103Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car,
          104Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear
          105Two coursers of ethereal race,
          106With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.

III.3.
          107      Hark, his hands thy lyre explore!
          108Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er
          109Scatters from her pictur'd urn
          110Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
          111But ah! 'tis heard no more--
          112O lyre divine, what daring spirit
          113Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit
          114Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
          115That the Theban Eagle bear,
          116Sailing with supreme dominion
          117Thro' the azure deep of air:
          118Yet oft before his infant eyes would run
          119Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray
          120With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun:
          121Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way
          122Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
          123Beneath the good how far--but far above the great.

Notes

1] The Greek odes of Pindar (d. 442 B.C.) were symmetrical chanted poems characterized by a varied and elaborate versification regularly and exactly repeated. Here the three stanzas of the first group (called strophe, antistrophe, and epode, or in English, turn, counter-turn, and stand, from the positions of the chorus) exactly correspond in structure to the parallel stanzas in the second and third groups, strophe to strophe, antistrophe to antistrophe, etc. To the 1768 edition of these poems Gray supplied notes and an ironical advertisement stating: "When the author first published this and the following Ode [The Bard], he was advised, even by his friends, to subjoin some few explanatory notes; but had too much respect for the understanding of his readers to take that liberty." The notes quoted below are from this edition.
In a note Gray refers to Psalms (57: 9, Prayer Book version): "Awake, my glory: awake, lute and harp." "Pindar styles his own poetry, with its musical accompaniments, ... Aeolian song, Aeolian strings, the breath of the Aeolian lute" (Gray). Aeolia was a district of Asia Minor, with which Greek lyric poetry was specially connected.

3] Helicon's springs. Helicon was a mountain in Boeotia which had two fountains Aganippe and Hippocrene, sacred to the Muses.
3 ff.: "The subject and simile, as usual with Pindar, are united. The various sources of poetry, which gives life and lustre to all it touches, are here described; its quiet majestic progress enriching every subject (otherwise dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irresistible course, when swollen and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous passions." (Gray)


9] Ceres: the goddess who presided over grain and tillage.

12] Cf. Pope, Iliad, XVII, 315: "Rocks rebellow to the roar."

13] "Power of harmony to calm the turbulent sallies of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar." (Gray)

15] shell. The lyre was supposed to have been originally made from a tortoise-shell.

17] Thrace was a special haunt of Mars.

20] "This is a weak imitation of some incomparable lines in the same ode [i.e., the first Pythian of Pindar]" (Gray).

21] the feather'd king: the eagle, the bird of Jove.

25 ff.] "Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body" (Gray).

27] Idalia: in Cyprus, sacred to Venus.

29] Cytherea: Venus.

42 ff.] "To compensate the real and imaginary ills of life, the Muse was given to mankind by the same Providence that sends the Day by its cheerful presence to dispel the glooms and terrors of the Night" (Gray).

52] "Or seen the morning's well-appointed star/Come marching up the eastern hills afar (Cowley)" (Gray). Gray misquotes Cowley, Brutus, an Ode (55-7): "One would have thought 't had heard the morning crow,/Or seen her well-appointed star/Come marching up the eastern hill afar."

53] Hyperion: here identified with Apollo, god of the sun.

54] Gray cites as reference Virgil, Aeneid, VI, [796], and Petrarch, Canzone 2 [''O aspettata in Ciel ... ," 48].
54-65.: "Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest and most uncivilized nations; its connection with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it" (Gray).


62] Cf. Paradise Lost, IX, 1116-17: "girt/With feather'd cuncture."

64] pursue. The use of the plural verb after the first noun of a compound subject is common in Pindar.

66 ff.] "Progress of Poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surrey and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy and formed their taste there; Spenser imitated the Italian writers; Milton improved on them; but this school expired soon after the Restoration, and a new era arose on the French model, which has subsisted ever since" (Gray).
Delphi: on the side of Mt. Parnassus, the chief shrine of Apollo.

68] Ilissus: a river near Athens.

69] Maeander: a river of Asia Minor where Homer is supposed to have been born, and where lyric poetry flourished.

77] the sad Nine: the Muses.

78] Latian plains: the plains of Latium, i.e., Italy.

82] Albion: England.

84] Nature's darling: Shakespeare.

86] the mighty Mother: Nature.

89] pencil: in its original meaning of a small paint brush.

95] Nor second he: Milton (Gray).

98] "'Flammantia moenia mundi'. Lucretius, i, [731]" (Gray).

99] "'For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels, and above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone--this was the appearance of the glory of the Lord.' Ezekiel, i, 20, 26, 28" (Gray).

102] The reference is to Milton's blindness.

105-06] "Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes" (Gray). Cf. Pope, Epistle to Augustus, 267-69.

106] "'Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?' Job [XXXIX, 19]" (Gray).

110] "Words that weep, and tears that speak. Cowley" (Gray). Gray quotes Cowley, "The Prophet" in The Mistress 20.

111] "We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind, than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's Day; for Cowley (who had his merit) yet wanted judgment, style, and harmony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so great a man. Mr. Mason indeed of late days has touched the true chords, and with a masterly hand, in some of his Choruses,--above all in the last of Caractacus: 'Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread?' etc." (Gray).

112] daring Spirit: refers to Gray himself.

115] the Theban eagle. Pindar was a native of Thebes. "Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues its flight, regardless of their noise" (Gray).


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Thomas Gray, Odes by Mr. Gray (Strawberry Hill: R. and J. Dodsley, 1757). D-10 4088 Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto).
First publication date: 1757
RPO poem editor: G. G. Falle
RP edition: 3RP 2.224.
Recent editing: 4:2002/4/20

Composition date: 1754
Form: Pindaric Ode
Rhyme: irregularly rhyming


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