Odes

Horace

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

  • Blest in the present, look not forth
  • On ills beyond, but soothe each bitter
  • With slow, calm smile. No suns on earth
  • Unclouded glitter.
  • Achilles' light was quench'd at noon;
  • A long decay Tithonus minish'd;
  • My hours, it may be, yet will run
  • When yours are flnish'd.