Odes

Horace

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

  • Your trouble late made sick this heart of mine,
  • And still I love you, still am ill at ease.
  • O, shun the sea, where shine
  • The thick-sown Cyclades!
  • When the false swain was hurrying o'er the deep
  • His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
  • Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
  • That all to Fate might hark,