Odes

Horace

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

That selfsame day, three lustres gone,

Another victory to thine hand

Was given; another field was won

By grace of Caesar's high command.

Thee Spanish tribes, unused to yield,

Mede, Indian, Scyth that knows no home,

Acknowledge, sword at once and shield

Of Italy and queenly Rome.

Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,

And Nile that will not tell his birth,

To thee the monstrous seas that beat

On Britain's coast, the end of earth,