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

  • Beneath a single conqueror reel'd:
  • Not Crete's majestic lord alone,
  • Or Sthenelus, earn'd the Muses' crown:
  • Not Hector first for child and wife,
  • Or brave Deiphobus, laid down
  • The burden of a manly life.
  • Before Atrides men were brave:
  • But ah! oblivion, dark and long,
  • Has lock'd them in a tearless grave,
  • For lack of consecrating song.
  • 'Twixt worth and baseness, lapp'd in death,
  • What difference? You shall ne'er be dumb,
  • While strains of mine have voice and breath:
  • The dull neglect of days to come
  • Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
  • No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours,
  • Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
  • When fortune smiles, and when she lowers:
  • To greed and rapine still severe,
  • Spurning the gain men find so sweet: