Odes

Horace

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

  • What has not cankering Time made worse?
  • Viler than grandsires, sires beget
  • Ourselves, yet baser, soon to curse
  • The world with offspring baser yet.
  • Why weep for him whom sweet Favonian airs
  • Will waft next spring, Asteria, back to you,
  • Rich with Bithynia's wares,
  • A lover fond and true,
  • Your Gyges? He, detain'd by stormy stress
  • At Oricum, about the Goat-star's rise,
  • Cold, wakeful, comfortless,
  • The long night weeping lies.