Odes

Horace

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

  • His quiver gone.
  • Strong in thy guidance, Hector's sire
  • Escaped the Atridae, pass'd between
  • Thessalian tents and warders' fire,
  • Of all unseen,
  • Thou lay'st unspotted souls to rest;
  • Thy golden rod pale spectres know;
  • Blest power! by all thy brethren blest,
  • Above, below!
  • Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years,
  • Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
  • Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,