Odes

Horace

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

  • O'er skin and nerves alone exert its power,
  • Not he, you grant, in nature meanly read.
  • Yes, all “await the inevitable hour;”
  • The downward journey all one day must tread.
  • Some bleed, to glut the war-god's savage eyes;
  • Fate meets the sailor from the hungry brine;
  • Youth jostles age in funeral obsequies;
  • Each brow in turn is touch'd by Proserpine.