Odes

Horace

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

  • Who, breathing Love's own air,
  • Me of myself bereft,
  • Who reign'd in Cinara's stead, a fair, fair face,
  • Queen of sweet arts? but Fate to Cinara gave
  • A life of little space;
  • And now she cheats the grave
  • Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
  • That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,
  • A fire-brand, once ablaze,
  • Now smouldering in grey dust.
  • What honours can a grateful Rome,
  • A grateful senate, Caesar, give
  • To make thy worth through days to come
  • Emblazon'd on our records live,
  • Mightiest of chieftains whomsoe'er
  • The sun beholds from heaven on high?