Odes

Horace

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

Can bear the load of poverty,

And tremble not at death, but sin:

No recreant he when called to die

In cause of country or of kin.

Here is a cask of Alban, more

Than nine years old: here grows for you

Green parsley, Phyllis, and good store

Of ivy too

(Wreathed ivy suits your hair, you know):

The plate shines bright: the altar, strew'd

With vervain, hungers for the flow

Of lambkin's blood.