Odes

Horace

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

  • May give you; sport in life's young spring,
  • Nor scorn sweet love, nor merry dance,
  • While years are green, while sullen eld
  • Is distant. Now the walk, the game,
  • The whisper'd talk at sunset held,
  • Each in its hour, prefer their claim.
  • Sweet too the laugh, whose feign'd alarm
  • The hiding-place of beauty tells,
  • The token, ravish'd from the arm
  • Or finger, that but ill rebels.
  • Grandson of Atlas, wise of tongue,
  • O Mercury, whose wit could tame
  • Man's savage youth by power of song