Odes

Horace

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

  • New captives fill the nets you weave;
  • New slaves are bred; and those before,
  • Though oft they threaten, never leave
  • Your godless door.
  • The mother dreads you for her son,
  • The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
  • Lest, lured by you, her precious one
  • Should leave her side.
  • The rain, it rains not every day
  • On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
  • Not always feels the unequal sway
  • Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,