Odes

Horace

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

The keepers of fat lambkins chant their loves

To silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,

And pleasure Him who tends the flocks and groves

Of dark-leaved Arcady.

It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:

But would you taste the grape's Calenian juice,

Client of noble youths, to earn your wine

Some nard you must produce.