Odes

Horace

Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • Should Troy revive to hateful life,
  • Her star again should set in gore,
  • While I, Jove's sister and his wife,
  • To victory led my host once more.
  • Though Phoebus thrice in brazen mail
  • Should case her towers, they thrice should fall,
  • Storm'd by my Greeks: thrice wives should wail
  • Husband and son, themselves in thrall.”—
  • Such thunders from the lyre of love!
  • Back, wayward Muse! refrain, refrain
  • To tell the talk of gods above,
  • And dwarf high themes in puny strain.
  • Come down, Calliope, from above:
  • Breathe on the pipe a strain of fire:
  • Or if a graver note thou love,
  • With Phoebus' cittern and his lyre.
  • You hear her? or is this the play
  • Of fond illusion? Hark! meseems
  • Through gardens of the good I stray,
  • 'Mid murmuring gales and purling streams.