Odes

Horace

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

  • Feasts are my theme, my warriors maidens fair,
  • Who with pared nails encounter youths in fight;
  • Be Fancy free or caught in Cupid's snare,
  • Her temper still is light.
  • Let others Rhodes or Mytilene sing,
  • Or Ephesus, or Corinth, set between
  • Two seas, or Thebes, or Delphi, for its king
  • Each famous, or Thessalian Tempe green;
  • There are who make chaste Pallas' virgin tower
  • The daily burden of unending song,
  • And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower:
  • The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,
  • Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenae's gold.
  • For me stern Sparta forges no such spell,
  • No, nor Larissa's plain of richest mould,
  • As bright Albunea echoing from her cell.