Odes

Horace

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

  • Not Indian gold or ivory—no,
  • Nor flocks that o'er Calabria stray,
  • Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
  • Is eating, unperceived, away.
  • Let those whose fate allows them train
  • Calenum's vine; let trader bold
  • From golden cups rich liquor drain
  • For wares of Syria bought and sold,
  • Heaven's favourite, sooth, for thrice a year
  • He comes and goes across the brine
  • Undamaged. I in plenty here
  • On endives, mallows, succory dine.