Odes

Horace

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

Stirr'd by warm youth and inborn power,

He quits the nest with timorous wing,

For winter's storms have ceased to lower,

And zephyrs of returuing spring

Tempt him to launch on unknown skies

Next on the fold he stoops downright;

Last on resisting serpents flies,

Athirst for foray and for flight:

As tender kidling on the grass

Espies, uplooking from her food,

A lion's whelp, and knows, alas!

Those new-set teeth shall drink her blood: