Odes

Horace

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

  • True Virtue opens heaven to worth:
  • She makes the way she does not find:
  • The vulgar crowd, the humid earth,
  • Her soaring pinion leaves behind.
  • Seal'd lips have blessings sure to come:
  • Who drags Eleusis' rite today,
  • That man shall never share my home,
  • Or join my voyage: roofs give way
  • And boats are wreck'd: true men and thieves
  • Neglected Justice oft confounds:
  • Though Vengeance halt, she seldom leaves
  • The wretch whose flying steps she hounds.