Pindar,
Pindar and Anacreon
(1846)
“ Now dead he lies apart in holy ground. 126 While among men, his life was bless'd; And when the hero sank to rest, A people's love was still his own; While other sacred monarchs laid 130 Apart to death's impervious shade Before the palace gates are flown. And now thy mighty valour's fame, Steep'd in the hymn's mellifluous dew, Piercing their ear with loud acclaim, 135 Earth's dark recess shall travel through. The common bliss of all the race, Whose wreaths Arcesilaus grace. His triumphs in the Pythian field Apollo with his sword of gold 140 In graceful numbers shall unfold ”
