Life's bitters are by smiles suppress'd, Death tam'd Achilles' youthful rage A hundred flocks adorn thy ground, Thy neighing mare in chariot flies; A spirit slight of Grecian song, Which spurns the base malignant throng. H If thee - my soul's most cherish'd part Death first should strike, with earlier dart, Why linger I?. - divided soul! Not dear as once, nor longer whole! One day shall ruin bring to both I have not sworn a faithless oath; Yes, yes, together let us die, And our last path - as comrades- - try. Me nor Chimæra's fiery breath, Nor Gyges' hundred hands, in death Shall from thy kindred spirit tear, So Justice so the Fates declare: For whether Scorpio's dreaded power, Or Libra rul'd my natal hour, Or Capricorn its influence gave, The tyrant of the western wave Our stars in wondrous concord move; Since thee the radiant power of Jove Rescued from impious Saturn's hate, And stay'd the rapid wings of Fate; When, through the theatre, the crowd Thrice shouted joyfully and loud; And me a trunk had nearly slain, Falling, in ruin, on my brain; But Faunus' hand preserv'd me then, The guardian kind of learned men ; Thou victims bring the votive shrine The offering of a lamb be mine! ODE XVIII. NOR ivory shall my roof behold, Of Attalus the palace-throne; But wit and honour still are mine, And with the rich – though poor I dine. For nought beyond to heaven I send Long, wearying prayers;-nor powerful friend Do my enlarg'd requests alarm, Quite blest enough with Sabine farm. Day treads on day, and each new moon And mansions rising in their pride Contrive the neighbouring tomb to hide. Scarce rich, till banks restrain no more. The wife and husband, driven away, Wrapt in their bosoms, onwards bear: |