Odes

Horace

Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • For you Calenian grapes are press'd,
  • And Caecuban; these cups of mine
  • Falernum's bounty ne'er has bless'd,
  • Nor Formian vine.
  • Of Dian's praises, tender maidens, tell;
  • Of Cynthus' unshorn god, young striplings, sing;
  • And bright Latona, well
  • Beloved of Heaven's high king.
  • Sing her that streams and silvan foliage loves,
  • Whate'er on Algidus' chill brow is seen,
  • In Erymanthian groves
  • Dark-leaved, or Cragus green.
  • Sing Tempe too, glad youths, in strain as loud,
  • And Phoebus' birthplace, and that shoulder fair,
  • His golden quiver proud
  • And brother's lyre to bear.
  • His arm shall banish Hunger, Plague, and War
  • To Persia and to Britain's coast, away
  • From Rome and Caesar far,
  • If you have zeal to pray.