“Worshipper rare and niggard of the gods,
While led astray, in the Fool’s wisdom versed,
Now back I shift the sail,
Forced in the courses left behind to steer,”
or, with a slight modification, as in i. 35:
“Goddess who o’er thine own loved Antium reignest,
Present to lift Man, weighted with his sorrows
Down to life’s last degree,
Or change his haughtiest triumphs into graves.”
For the Sapphic, likewise, he has two varieties; for the statelier odes three lines of blank-verse and what may be called an English Adonic; for “the lighter odes a more sportive and tripping measure.” Thus, for iv. 2 he gives us: