Odes

Horace

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

  • Now, still dreaming, o'er the plain
  • I chase you; now, ah cruel! down the stream.
  • Who fain at Pindar's flight would aim,
  • On waxen wings, Iulus, he
  • Soars heavenward, doom'd to give his name
  • To some new sea.
  • Pindar, like torrent from the steep
  • Which, swollen with rain, its banks o'erflows,
  • With mouth unfathomably deep,
  • Foams, thunders, glows,
  • All worthy of Apollo's bay,
  • Whether in dithyrambic roll
  • Pouring new words he burst away
  • Beyond control,