Odes

Horace

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

  • “Bears, vipers, spared him as he lay,
  • The sacred garland deck'd his hair,
  • The myrtle blended with the bay:
  • The child's inspired: the gods were there.”
  • Your grace, sweet Muses, shields me still
  • On Sabine heights, or lets me range
  • Where cool Praeneste, Tibur's hill,
  • Or liquid Baiae proffers change.
  • Me to your springs, your dances true,
  • Philippi bore not to the ground,
  • Nor the doom'd tree in falling slew,
  • Nor billowy Palinurus drown'd.