The Odes of Horace: Translated Into English Verse with a Life and NotesTicknor & Fields, 1861 - 358 pages |
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... gift of the Sabine farm , which at once afforded him a competency and all the pleasures of a country life . The gift was a slight one for Mæcenas to bestow , but he no doubt made it as the fittest and most welcome which he could offer ...
... gift of the Sabine farm , which at once afforded him a competency and all the pleasures of a country life . The gift was a slight one for Mæcenas to bestow , but he no doubt made it as the fittest and most welcome which he could offer ...
Page 67
... gift , and o'erpass The innocent mirth of a temperate glass , A warning is set in the wine - kindled strife , Where the Centaurs and Lapithæ grappled for life ; In the madmen of Thrace , too , a warning is set , Who , lost in their ...
... gift , and o'erpass The innocent mirth of a temperate glass , A warning is set in the wine - kindled strife , Where the Centaurs and Lapithæ grappled for life ; In the madmen of Thrace , too , a warning is set , Who , lost in their ...
Page 71
... gift , that from his shoulder beams ! Moved by your prayers he will Banish distressful war , Famine , and pestilence , and their trains of ill From our loved Rome afar , And from great Cæsar , scattering their blight , The Persian's ...
... gift , that from his shoulder beams ! Moved by your prayers he will Banish distressful war , Famine , and pestilence , and their trains of ill From our loved Rome afar , And from great Cæsar , scattering their blight , The Persian's ...
Page 164
... the blood of your sires or yourself . Though nor gifts nor entreaties can win a soft an- swer , Nor the violet pale of my love - ravaged cheek , Though your husband be false with a Greek ballet- dancer 164 ODE X. TO LYCE .
... the blood of your sires or yourself . Though nor gifts nor entreaties can win a soft an- swer , Nor the violet pale of my love - ravaged cheek , Though your husband be false with a Greek ballet- dancer 164 ODE X. TO LYCE .
Page 186
... gift ; Nor venom❜d blast shall nip thy fertile vine , Nor mildew blight thy harvest in the ear ; Nor shall thy flocks , sweet nurslings , peak and pine , When apple - bearing Autumn chills the year . The victim mark'd for sacrifice ...
... gift ; Nor venom❜d blast shall nip thy fertile vine , Nor mildew blight thy harvest in the ear ; Nor shall thy flocks , sweet nurslings , peak and pine , When apple - bearing Autumn chills the year . The victim mark'd for sacrifice ...
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Apollo Attalus Augustus Bacchus bard bear beauty beneath blest brave breast brow Cæsar Canidia Catullus charms chaste Chimæra curious fool dear death deep delight divine doom'd dost doth dread e'er earth EPODE eyes F. W. Newman fair fame fancy fate FAUNUS fear fell fierce fire flame Gelonian gods gold gore grace Greek Gyges hand hast hath heart honours Horace Horace's hymn Jove Jove's Julius Cæsar king kiss land Latium Lesbia lord lover Lydia lyre Mæcenas mistress Muse ne'er never night noble numbers o'er ODE VII once Orcus passion poem poet praise pray'r rich roar Roman Rome Sabine Satires scorn Scythians Sextus Pompeius shalt shame shine shore sing sire slaves smile song soul star strain stream sweet Telephus Teucer thee thine thou Thrace thrice Tyndaris unto Venus Venusia verse vile Virgil wealth Whilst wild wine youth
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Page 300 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.
Page 290 - Must my heart still break ? (Love makes me write, what shame forbids to speak) Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score ; Then to that twenty add a hundred more : A thousand to that hundred : so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Page 336 - ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers...
Page 299 - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream...
Page 340 - I can enjoy her while she's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes her wings, and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.
Page 300 - Le ipauvre en sa cabane, ou le chaume le couvre, Est sujet a ses lois ; Et la garde qui veille aux barrieres du Louvre N'en defend point nos rois.
Page 31 - Chorus ; it is impossible to represent in another language the melody of the versification; even the volatile strength and delicacy of the ideas escape in the crucible of translation, and the reader is surprised to find a caput mortuum.— Author's Note, My pathos certainly would make you laugh too, Had you not long since given over laughing.
Page 286 - I keep my couch till ten, then walk awhile, Or having read or writ what may beguile A quiet after-hour, anoint my limbs With oil — not such as filthy Natta skims From lamps defrauded of their unctuous fare. And when the sunbeams, grown too hot to bear, Warn me to quit the field and hand-ball play, The bath takes all my weariness away.
Page 351 - Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy-blossom'd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree — Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea. There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions...
Page 164 - There can be no mistake as to the seriousness of this appeal. Horace's is a mere jeu-d'esprit : — " Though your drink were Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless blast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking, And the piercing wind pipes through the trees that surround The court of your villa, while black frost is streaking With ice the crisp snow...