Odes

Horace

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

Thus grateful Greece her Castor made divine,

And her great Hercules.

Ah! be it thine long holydays to give

To thy Hesperia! thus, dear chief, we pray

At sober sunrise; thus at mellow eve,

When ocean hides the day.

Thou who didst make thy vengeful might

To Niobe and Tityos known,

And Peleus' son, when Troy's tall height

Was nigh his own,

Victorious else, for thee no peer,

Though, strong in his sea-parent's power,

He shook with that tremendous spear

The Dardan tower.

He, like a pine by axes sped,

Or cypress sway'd by angry gust,

Fell ruining, and laid his head

In Trojan dust.

Not his to lie in covert pent

Of the false steed, and sudden fall