The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace eBook

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And Moorish warrior’s glance of flame
Or e’er he smite! 
Or Maia’s son, if now awhile
In youthful guise we see thee here,
Caesar’s avenger—­such the style
Thou deign’st to bear;
Late be thy journey home, and long
Thy sojourn with Rome’s family;
Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong
Lend wings to fly. 
Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the prancing Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!


Sic te diva.

        Thus may Cyprus’ heavenly queen,
     Thus Helen’s brethren, stars of brightest sheen,
       Guide thee!  May the Sire of wind
     Each truant gale, save only Zephyr, bind! 
       So do thou, fair ship, that ow’st
     Virgil, thy precious freight, to Attic coast,
       Safe restore thy loan and whole,
     And save from death the partner of my soul! 
       Oak and brass of triple fold
     Encompass’d sure that heart, which first made bold
       To the raging sea to trust
     A fragile bark, nor fear’d the Afric gust
       With its Northern mates at strife,
     Nor Hyads’ frown, nor South-wind fury-rife,
       Mightiest power that Hadria knows,
     Wills he the waves to madden or compose. 
       What had Death in store to awe
     Those eyes, that huge sea-beasts unmelting saw,
       Saw the swelling of the surge,
     And high Ceraunian cliffs, the seaman’s scourge? 
       Heaven’s high providence in vain
     Has sever’d countries with the estranging main,
       If our vessels ne’ertheless
     With reckless plunge that sacred bar transgress. 
       Daring all, their goal to win,
     Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin: 
       Daring all, Prometheus play’d
     His wily game, and fire to man convey’d;
       Soon as fire was stolen away,
     Pale Fever’s stranger host and wan Decay
       Swept o’er earth’s polluted face,
     And slow Fate quicken’d Death’s once halting pace. 
       Daedalus the void air tried
     On wings, to humankind by Heaven denied;
       Acheron’s bar gave way with ease
     Before the arm of labouring Hercules. 
       Nought is there for man too high;
     Our impious folly e’en would climb the sky,
       Braves the dweller on the steep,
     Nor lets the bolts of heavenly vengeance sleep.


Solvitur acris hiems.

     The touch of Zephyr and of Spring has loosen’d Winter’s thrall;
       The well-dried keels are wheel’d again to sea: 
     The ploughman cares not for his fire, nor cattle for their stall,
       And frost no more is whitening all the lea. 
     Now Cytherea leads the dance, the bright moon overhead;

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