Odes

Horace

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

  • In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
  • He hears, untainted yet. But, lady fair,
  • What if Enipeus please
  • Your listless eye? beware!
  • Though true it be that none with surer seat
  • O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
  • Nor any swims so fleet
  • Adown the Tuscan tide,
  • Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
  • Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
  • And though he call you hard,
  • Remain obdurate still.