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Orion.
[Book II.
Fierce Harpax, and wind-steered Autarces, smitten
From life thus early, may by few be wept;
But long laments by the chief rulers made,
Of Chios, for the sage Encolyon,
Far echoed, and still echo, through the world—
Which feels, e'en now, for his great principle
A secret reverence. "Chainer of the wheel!
Hater of all new things!—to whom the acts
Of men seemed erring ever in each hope
And effort to advance, save in a round,
Taught by the high example of the spheres!—
Oh champion grave, who with a boundary stone
Stood'st in improvement's door-way like a god,
Ready by wholesome chastisement to grant
Crushing protection; regulator old
Of science, scorning genius and its dreams,
And all the first ideas and germs of things,
Time and his broods of children shall prolong
Thy fame, thy maxims, and thy practise staid,
Fraught with experience turning on itself."
From life thus early, may by few be wept;
But long laments by the chief rulers made,
Of Chios, for the sage Encolyon,
Far echoed, and still echo, through the world—
Which feels, e'en now, for his great principle
A secret reverence. "Chainer of the wheel!
Hater of all new things!—to whom the acts
Of men seemed erring ever in each hope
And effort to advance, save in a round,
Taught by the high example of the spheres!—
Oh champion grave, who with a boundary stone
Stood'st in improvement's door-way like a god,
Ready by wholesome chastisement to grant
Crushing protection; regulator old
Of science, scorning genius and its dreams,
And all the first ideas and germs of things,
Time and his broods of children shall prolong
Thy fame, thy maxims, and thy practise staid,
Fraught with experience turning on itself."
O'er the far rocks, midst gorge and glen profound;
Now from close thickets, now from grassy plains;
The sounds of raging contest, flight and death,
Now from close thickets, now from grassy plains;
The sounds of raging contest, flight and death,
