Odes

Horace

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

  • Dire monster! in her broad oak woods
  • Fierce Daunia fosters none such other,
  • Nor Juba's land, of lion broods
  • The thirsty mother.
  • Place me where on the ice-bound plain
  • No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
  • Where Jove descends in sleety rain
  • Or sullen freezes;
  • Place me where none can live for heat,
  • 'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
  • That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
  • Shall still enchant me.