And smiles, when mortal's anxious tear The rest let time's deep river bear : Now rapid carries in its fall Rocks, cattle, houses, mountains — all; As the fierce whirlpool's roaring flood Happy the mortal who can say, Nor care I if the approaching morn With sunshine or with clouds may dawn;" It cannot cloud to-day with sorrow; Pointing how faithless honours fade Her wanton game persists to play, Thy friend to-morrow, mine to-day! I praise her when her gift she brings; But, if she spreads her rapid wings, That gift I willingly resign, Esteeming nought, but virtue, mine; While honest poverty I claim, Unpension'd by the fickle dame. When winds and waves are raging high, To coward prayer I scorn to fly ; Nor offer useless vows to save My treasure from the thirsty wave. By Pollux and the favouring breeze ODE XXX. I HAVE rais'd a proud structure, enduring as brass, And more lofty than Egypt's pyramidal mass, Which nor rain, nor the impotent north can o'er I shall not all die; for a part of me yet Shall escape the dark stream, that compels to forget; I perchance may increase, by the fame of my lays, For ever renew'd in posterity's praise. From the capitol's summit my name shall extend, While the priest and the virgin in silence ascend; Renown'd where loud Aufidus lashes the shore, And where shallow Daunus rul'd warriors of yore; Once humble now proud the Æolian rhyme To have set to the measures of Italy's clime. Assume, then, sweet Muse, all pride that is thine, And my hair with the Delphian laurel entwine. BOOK IV. ODE I. TO VENUS. WHY, Venus, after long delay, And wouldst thou pierce a fitter heart, Let Paulus' tender bosom smart; A noble, and a comely youth, Who pleads the anxious cause of truth! Mingling with Berecynthian flute — Nor is the reed-harmonious mute. There twice a day the youths shall raise - With tender maids thy votive praise ; And thrice-like Salian priests-shall beat The jocund earth with shining feet. |