THE ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. I. TO MECENAS. O thou to ancient kings allied, Not Attalus with all his gold Will ever tempt to leave his hold, B And in a Cyprian bark to brave, Whether he hunt with hounds the hind Or boar that bursts the toils he find. Ivy, the prize of learning, given I care not with the crowd to join The groves, the dancing nymphs are mine, And Satyrs too-if but the Muse Her meed of fame will not refuse. Could I to lyric honours rise, My head would tower and touch the skies. II. TO AUGUSTUS. Enough of dreadful hail and snow 'The Sire of heaven has sent below: From red right hand his bolts flew down Upon our towers, and awed the town. The nations trembled lest, alack! The age of Pyrrha had come back, Who mourned strange sights when Proteus led His flock up to the mountain's head: On trees' tall summits fish found rest, We've seen old Tiber's tides mount high The river god, by passion wrought, Thinned by their sires, whose crimes are rife, Roman 'gainst Roman sharpens swords What god shall now the people call To whom will Jupiter assign O leave at last thy augur home, And, clothed in clouds, Apollo come! Or thou, sweet queen of smiles, descend, Alas! thou dalliest all too long, Come thou who ow'st to Maia birth, For winds to waft thee to the sky. Here rather may'st thou fame pursue, III. TO THE SHIP WHICH CONVEYED VIRGIL TO ATHENS. Dear ship to whom we trust to-day Our Virgil, take good care; And safe to Athens bear. |