Odes

Horace

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

  • Though no Calabrian bees their honey yield
  • For me, nor mellowing sleeps the god of wine
  • In Formian jar, nor in Gaul's pasture-field
  • The wool grows long and fine,
  • Yet Poverty ne'er comes to break my peace;
  • If more I craved, you would not more refuse.
  • Desiring less, I better shall increase
  • My tiny revenues,
  • Than if to Alyattes' wide domains
  • I join'd the realms of Mygdon. Great desires
  • Sort with great wants. 'Tis best, when prayer obtains
  • No more than life requires.
  • Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
  • (For since from that high parentage
  • The prehistoric Lamias came
  • And all who fill the storied page,