Odes

Horace

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

  • She weeps for them.
  • Believe me, from no rascal scum
  • Your charmer sprang; so true a flame,
  • Such hate of greed, could never come
  • From vulgar dame.
  • With honest fervour I commend
  • Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
  • A rival, hurrying on to end
  • His fortieth year.
  • Septimius, who with me would brave
  • Far Gades, and Cantabrian land
  • Untamed by Rome, and Moorish wave