Odes

Horace

Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882.

Silence thou thy savage cymbals, and the Berecyntine horn;

In their train Self-love still follows, dully, desperately blind,

And Vain-glory, towering upwards in its emptyheaded scorn,

And the Faith that keeps no secrets, with a window in its mind.

Cupid's mother, cruel dame,

And Semele's Theban boy, and Licence bold,

Bid me kindle into flame

This heart, by waning passion now left cold.