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

  • Bid the unhallow'd crowd avaunt!
  • Keep holy silence; strains unknown
  • Till now, the Muses' hierophant,
  • I sing to youths and maids alone.
  • Kings o'er their flocks the sceptre wield;
  • E'en kings beneath Jove's sceptre bow:
  • Victor in giant battle-field,
  • He moves all nature with his brow.
  • This man his planted walks extends
  • Beyond his peers; an older name
  • One to the people's choice commends;
  • One boasts a more unsullied fame;
  • One plumes him on a larger crowd
  • Of clients. What are great or small?
  • Death takes the mean man with the proud;
  • The fatal urn has room for all.
  • When guilty Pomp the drawn sword sees
  • Hung o'er her, richest feasts in vain
  • Strain their sweet juice her taste to please;
  • No lutes, no singing birds again