And o'er the waves securely bear Half of my soul-thy precious care! Stout oak, I ween, and triple fold And stormy Aquilo engage ; Nor angry Notus' boisterous breeze, To lash or lull the Adrian tides. What form of death could terrify The man, who view'd, with tearless eye, Acroceraunia's ill-famed rocks? The prudent deity in vain The earth dissevers from the main, ODE VI. TO AGRIPPA. VARIUS thy courage shall recite, But heights like these affright my lyre; Ulysses' weary route to trace Through seas-and Pelops' cruel race ;- Who, who shall warlike Mars express, Enrobed in adamantine dress? Who Merion dark charioteer Whom Trojan mud and dust besmear? Equal to heaven's immortals made? We banquets sing, and virgin-fights With sharpen'd nails, 'gainst youthful knights; Our hearts inflam'd, or fancy-free With all our wonted levity. ODE VII. TO MUNATIUS PLANCUS. SOME Mitylene praise, or Rhodes' renown, Some tune the untiring string, through endless hours, To spotless Pallas, and her favourite towers; Entwining still the olive's graceful bough; Minerva's chaplet, for her votary's brow! Nor yet Larissa's soft, luxuriant soil, Equals the Albunean villa's echoing sound, Bold Anio's rush with Tibur's groves around And-bath'd by wandering streams—the orchard ground. As the pure south, when storms tempestuous lower, From sire and Salamis when Teucer fled, Then thus his sorrowing friends address'd in grief; -kinder than a parent-tends, "Where fortune There will we go, my comrades and my friends; Despair not : Teucer leads, and Teucer's Fates A foreign shore- the Delphian truth relates- To-day your sorrows in the goblet steep, To-morrow's dawn shall hail the boundless deep!" ; |