The Odes of Horace, tr. by J. Scriven |
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... eyes Gloat on the foeman , as he dies : Or if , fair Maia's son , thy wing , And alter'd form a youth should bring , Content on earth with mortal fame , Cæsar's avenger for thy name , Oh ! late be thy return to heaven ! Long 6 BOOK I. ODES.
... eyes Gloat on the foeman , as he dies : Or if , fair Maia's son , thy wing , And alter'd form a youth should bring , Content on earth with mortal fame , Cæsar's avenger for thy name , Oh ! late be thy return to heaven ! Long 6 BOOK I. ODES.
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... 'd , with tearless eye , Sea - monsters huge- the tempest's shocks- Acroceraunia's ill - famed rocks ? The prudent deity in vain The earth dissevers from the main , If still our vessels impious leap The bounds of the 8 BOOK I. ODES.
... 'd , with tearless eye , Sea - monsters huge- the tempest's shocks- Acroceraunia's ill - famed rocks ? The prudent deity in vain The earth dissevers from the main , If still our vessels impious leap The bounds of the 8 BOOK I. ODES.
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... eyes The stormy waves , and blacken❜d skies ; Who clasps thee - credulous to find A treasure ever free and ever kind , Nor dreams of the inconstant breeze . Ah , hapless ! whom — untried — you please ! The sacred wall the sea - god's ...
... eyes The stormy waves , and blacken❜d skies ; Who clasps thee - credulous to find A treasure ever free and ever kind , Nor dreams of the inconstant breeze . Ah , hapless ! whom — untried — you please ! The sacred wall the sea - god's ...
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... The rising bile my rage betrays ; My senses reel - my color flies - And furtive tears suffuse mine eyes ; Proving how inwardly I glow , Consum'd by tortures fierce- but slow . I burn , - or if those shoulders fair The 26 BOOK I. ODES.
... The rising bile my rage betrays ; My senses reel - my color flies - And furtive tears suffuse mine eyes ; Proving how inwardly I glow , Consum'd by tortures fierce- but slow . I burn , - or if those shoulders fair The 26 BOOK I. ODES.
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... eyes . - " In Venus ' guardianship then bold in vain , You comb your locks ; and , in effeminate strain , Tune the divisions of the unwarlike lyre . - In vain the spears - - -to nuptial couches dire - " In vain the Cretan darts and ...
... eyes . - " In Venus ' guardianship then bold in vain , You comb your locks ; and , in effeminate strain , Tune the divisions of the unwarlike lyre . - In vain the spears - - -to nuptial couches dire - " In vain the Cretan darts and ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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.