Odes 2.19 (Creech): Bacchum In Remotis

BOrn out by an unusual rage
I saw (believe it future Age)
Where Bacchus taught the Nymphs a Song,
In distant Vales; from every Wood
With prickt-up Ears the Satyrs stood,
And smiling Fauns compos'd a list'ning throng:

Evae! new fear disturbs my Soul,
With troubled joy my Passions roul
Whilst full of the impetuous God:
Evae! spare, mighty Liber, spare,
Urge not the violent rage too far:
Spare, Liber, dreadful with thy angry Rod:

Now boldly I can speak thy Praise,
Rehearse the stubborn Thyades,
Too fierce to bear the easy Yoke:
Thy streams of Wine, thy milky Spring,
And in repeated Numbers Sing
Distilling Honey from the melting Oak:

Thy happy Bride's refulgent Hairs,
That grace the Skies with brighter Stars;
What Fate the Impious Theban strook,
How Aunt and Mother strangely tore
The trampling Wolf, and rooting Bore;
And fierce Lycurgus falling by his hook:

Indus and Ganges own thy sway,
And Thee the barbarous Seas obey,
You flush't o're craggy Mountains lead,
O're Hills and Dales, o're Springs and Lakes
The Thracian Rout, whilst harmless Snakes
In innocent folds twine round each drunken Head.

When impious Giants climb'd on high,
And dar'd to storm thy Fathers Sky;
Thy single hand secur'd his Crown:
You with a Lyons dreadful Jaws
And frightful Nails retriev'd the Cause,
Bold Rhetus quell'd and sav'd the falling Throne:

Tho much more us'd to soft delight,
Unfit, unable for a fight
You once were thought, and doom'd to ease:
Yet when your Heat and Vertue rose,
What fury seiz'd your haughty Foes?
How equally inclin'd to Wars and Peace?

When beauteous with your gawdy horn
You did from Hells black Shades return,
Thee Cerberus saw, and show'd the Way;
He wagg'd his Tail, grew wondrous kind,
He lickt thy Feet, he fawn'd and whin'd;
Nor did one grin an impious rage betray: