Odes

Horace

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

  • 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,