Odes

Horace

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

  • Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
  • Nor Jove's right hand, with lightning red:
  • Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
  • That wreck would strike one fearless head.
  • Pollux and roving Hercules
  • Thus won their way to Heaven's proud steep,
  • 'Mid whom Augustus, couch'd at ease,
  • Dyes his red lips with nectar deep.
  • For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
  • Thy glorious car, untaught to slave
  • In harness: thus Quirinus flew
  • On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,