Odes

Horace

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

  • You fly me, Chloe, as o'er trackless hills
  • A young fawn runs her timorous dam to find,
  • Whom empty terror thrills
  • Of woods and whispering wind.
  • Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
  • Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
  • The rustling thorns have stirr'd,
  • Her heart, her knees, they quake.