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

  • Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
  • (For since from that high parentage
  • The prehistoric Lamias came
  • And all who fill the storied page,
  • No doubt you trace your line from him,
  • Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
  • And Liris, whose still waters swim
  • Whore green Marica skirts the sea,
  • Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
  • Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
  • The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
  • If rain's old prophet tell me true,
  • The raven. Gather, while 'tis fine,
  • Your wood; tomorrow shall be gay
  • With smoking pig and streaming wine,
  • And lord and slave keep holyday.