Odes

Horace

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

Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,

Their famous doom, the ceaseless drain

Of outpour'd water, ever spilt,

And all the pain

Reserved for sinners, e'en when dead:

Those impious hands, (could crime do more?)

Those impious hands had hearts to shed

Their bridegrooms' gore!

One only, true to Hymen's flame,

Was traitress to her sire forsworn:

That splendid falsehood lights her name

Through times unborn.