Odes

Horace

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

Meantime his lovesick hostess' messenger

Talks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart

(Flames lit for you, not her!)

With a besieger's art;

Shows how a treacherous woman's lying breath

Once on a time on trustful Proetus won

To doom to early death

Too chaste Bellerophon;

Warns him of Peleus' peril, all but slain

For virtuous scorn of fair Hippolyta,

And tells again each tale

That e'er led heart astray.