Odes

Horace

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

Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en

On foul barbaric crime.

The keepers of fat lambkins chant their loves

To silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,

And pleasure Him who tends the flocks and groves

Of dark-leaved Arcady.

It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:

But would you taste the grape's Calenian juice,

Client of noble youths, to earn your wine

Some nard you must produce.

A tiny box of nard shall bring to light

The cask that in Sulpician cellar lies: