Odes

Horace

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

  • 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!
  • Not a lowly strain is mine,
  • No mere man's utterance. O, 'tis venture sweet
  • Thee to follow, God of wine,
  • Making the vine-branch round thy temples meet!