Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • Our planets sure with concord strange
  • Are blended. You by Jove's blest power
  • Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
  • Of Saturn, and the evil hour
  • Was stay'd, when rapturous benches full
  • Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd;
  • Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
  • Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
  • The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
  • In mid descent. Be sure to pay
  • The victims and the fane you owe;
  • Your bard a humbler lamb will slay.