Odes

Horace

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

Tuned to tell of Caesar's praise

And throne him high the heavenly ranks among?

Sweet and strange shall be my lays,

A tale till now by poet voice unsung.

As the Evian on the height,

Roused from her sleep, looks wonderingly abroad,

Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,

And Rhodope by barbarous footstep trod,

So my truant eyes admire

The banks, the desolate forests. O great King

Who the Naiads dost inspire,

And Bacchants, strong from earth huge trees to wring!