Odes

Horace

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

  • She, like a three-year colt unbroke,
  • Is frisking o'er the spacious plain,
  • Too shy to bear a lover's yoke,
  • A husband's rein.
  • The wood, the tiger, at thy call
  • Have follow'd: thou caust rivers stay:
  • The monstrous guard of Pluto's hall
  • To thee gave way,
  • Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon head
  • A hundred snakes are hissing death,
  • Whose triple jaws black venom shed,
  • And sickening breath.
  • Ixion too and Tityos smooth'd
  • Their rugged brows: the urn stood dry
  • One hour, while Danaus' maids were sooth'd
  • With minstrelsy.
  • Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,
  • Their famous doom, the ceaseless drain
  • Of outpour'd water, ever spilt,
  • And all the pain