The Odes of Horace, tr. by J. Scriven |
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... Roman people given ! Nor swifter breeze to other climes Transport thee- -sooner for our crimes ! Our triumphs still - oh ! still inspire , Hail'd as our sovereign and our sire ! Nor need we dread the incursive Medes , While Cæsar's arm ...
... Roman people given ! Nor swifter breeze to other climes Transport thee- -sooner for our crimes ! Our triumphs still - oh ! still inspire , Hail'd as our sovereign and our sire ! Nor need we dread the incursive Medes , While Cæsar's arm ...
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... Roman state , - Whom - drunk with favouring fortune's smile- The idlest hopes could still beguile : But scarce one ship , preserv'd from flame , Suffic'd her furious wrath to tame ; When Cæsar terrified her soul , - Though moisten'd in ...
... Roman state , - Whom - drunk with favouring fortune's smile- The idlest hopes could still beguile : But scarce one ship , preserv'd from flame , Suffic'd her furious wrath to tame ; When Cæsar terrified her soul , - Though moisten'd in ...
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... Roman fanes and Roman skies , Varus― my earliest friend — whose smile - Could still the lingering day beguile , While Syrian spikenard grac'd our hair , And Bacchus chas'd each anxious care ? With thee I shar'd Philippi's field , The ...
... Roman fanes and Roman skies , Varus― my earliest friend — whose smile - Could still the lingering day beguile , While Syrian spikenard grac'd our hair , And Bacchus chas'd each anxious care ? With thee I shar'd Philippi's field , The ...
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... Roman chains and might ; But still the death , which least they dread , Has struck still strikes the nations dead . How near dark Proserpine I've been ! How nearly Æacus ' judgment seen ! Where pious ghosts apart retire ; And where ...
... Roman chains and might ; But still the death , which least they dread , Has struck still strikes the nations dead . How near dark Proserpine I've been ! How nearly Æacus ' judgment seen ! Where pious ghosts apart retire ; And where ...
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... ROMANS . ROMAN - though guiltless thine the fate Thy fathers ' crimes to expiate ; Till shrines , rebuilt , adorn thy plains , And smoke no more the god profanes . Thy vaunted power - thy reign was given , For ODE VI . 125 OF HORACE .
... ROMANS . ROMAN - though guiltless thine the fate Thy fathers ' crimes to expiate ; Till shrines , rebuilt , adorn thy plains , And smoke no more the god profanes . Thy vaunted power - thy reign was given , For ODE VI . 125 OF HORACE .
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Adria's Alcides Apollo's Apulian arms Atrides Augustus Bacchus bard bear blest boasts bold breeze brow Cæsar's Carthage cask Chloë Colchian crime cruel dark dart delight disgrace doom'd dread earth Eurus fair Falernian wine fame fate Faunus fear fierce fiery fire flame flight flow Formian gentle Glycera gods gold grace groves Gyges hair heaven Henry honours Iapyx immortal impious Jove Latian lengthen'd Lord LYDIA lyre MECENAS Mede Muse numbers nymphs o'er ODE VII ODE XIV Orcus PHIDYLE Phoebus Pirithous pour'd praise pride proud race rage rapid Roman Rome sacred Scorning Scythian seas Serjt shade shalt shine shore shun sing sire Six copies smile song soul spurns Sthenelus strain stream strife sway sweet Telephus Teucer thee thine Thracian Three copies Thrice Tiber's tide toil trembling Trojan TYNDARIS Venus Vindelici virgin wanton waves Whate'er wine wouldst thou wreath youth
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Seite 146 - How much." The quantum, "the due proportion." "His quantum of common sense," that is, "His amount
Seite 6 - TO THE SHIP IN WHICH VIRGIL SAILED TO ATHENS. So may the queen of Cyprus...
Seite 54 - ODE XXXI. TO APOLLO. WHAT asks the bard at Delos' shrine, Whose goblet pours its earliest wine ? Not the rich store of golden grain, Which gilds Sardinia's fertile plain ; Not flocks from hot Calabria's shore ; Not gold, nor India's ivory store ; Nor lands, where Liris' waters stray, And — silent — eat their banks away.