Odes

Horace

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

  • Farewell!—and wheresoe'er you go,
  • My Galatea, think of me:
  • Let lefthand pie and roving crow
  • Still leave you free.
  • But mark with what a front of fear
  • Orion lowers. Ah! well I know
  • How Hadria glooms, how falsely clear
  • The west-winds blow.
  • Let foemen's wives and children feel
  • The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
  • The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
  • The quivering shore.