Odes

Horace

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

O Goddess! Cyprus owns thy sway,

And Memphis, far from Thracian snow;

Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,

That haughty Chloe just one blow!

When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,

And dogs and foxes great with young,

And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,

Give clamorous tongue:

Across the roadway dart the snake,

Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,

The horses. I, for friendship's sake,

Watching each wing,