Horace, Ode 1.3 Sic te diva potens Cypri, sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera, ventorumque regat pater. if a victim’s sacrificed, she’ll come more gently. Though you hurry away, it’s a brief delay: three scattered handfuls of earth will free you. Why does he keep. Illi robur et aes triplex. Fourth Archilochian Strophe : 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating. O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again. showed no sign of womanish fear at the sword. and our dead brothers. in secluded valleys, sing of bright Circe, Here you’ll bring cups of innocent Lesbian. crossed, in spirit, the rounds of the sky. of Jove and the gods, and the curved lyre’s father. quidquid de Libycis verritur areis. Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom. Ode: 18. The envious moment is flying now, now, while we’re speaking: Seize the day, place in the hours that come as little faith as you can. the changes of faith and of gods, ah, he’ll wonder. Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo venator tenerae coniugis inmemor, their harsh fate: ‘You’re taking a bird of ill-omen. Books 1 to 3 were published in 23 BC. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1978) A Commentary on Horace's Epodes. Telephus’ rosy neck, Telephus’ waxen arms. The metres used by Horace in each of the Odes, giving the standard number of syllables per line only, are listed at the end of this text (see the Index below). Parce precor, precor. brought fire, by impious cunning, to men. Calm your mind: the passions of the heart have made. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. hates, when they split right from wrong, by too fine a line of passion. The Horace: Odes and Poetry Community Note includes chapter-by-chapter summary and analysis, character list, theme list, historical context, author biography and … Agrippa, I don’t try to speak of such things. Make a vocab list for this book or for all the words you’ve clicked (via login/signup) Save this passage to your account (via login/signup) Odes 1/2 → ↑ different passage in the book ↑ different book … said these words to them as they sorrowed: ‘Wherever fortune carries us, kinder than my father. O Sweet Muse, that joys in fresh fountains. are burning, and soon the girls will grow hotter. the plague too, from our people and Caesar our prince. [3][4] The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! Now its right to garland our gleaming heads, with green myrtle or flowers. and each, in turn, makes the journey of death. one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. And greedy Fortune. and drove me, maddened, as well, to swift verse: I wish to change the bitter lines to sweet, now. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. there, O friends and comrades, we’ll adventure! Who’ll deny, now, that rivers can flow. book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. Chicago. with time: the Julian constellation shines, was given you by fate: may you reign forever, Whether its the conquered Persians, menacing. Multos castra iuvant et lituo tubae But if you will insert me among the lyric poets, while flagrant desire, libidinous passion. 1.21 together returned that praise again, to you, Then, drink Caecubum, and the juice of the grape, crushed in Campania’s presses, my cups are. terrarum dominos evehit ad deos; Share to Facebook. I’m consumed inwardly with lingering fires. rich gifts left Troy, escaped the proud Atridae. though you can boast of your race, and an idle name: the fearful sailor puts no faith in gaudy keels. Alas, the shame of our scars and wickedness. of the icy Arctic shores we’re afraid of. you’d not bother to hope for constancy from him. Where are the altars they’ve left, alone? seu rupit teretis Marsus aper plagas. 1.33 but his skin and his bones, and that certainly made him, Archytas. and Youth, less lovely without you, hasten here, What does he pray for as he pours out the wine. 1.2 Maecenas, descended from royal ancestors, O both my protection and my darling honor! the priestess’s mind in the Pythian shrine. book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. and Tibur’s orchards, white with flowing streams. Skip to content. 1.7 Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved. or the fields of lush Larisa are quite as striking. While he tried to scare you, with his threatening voice. breathing hard, as you run, with your head thrown high. The Furies deliver some as a spectacle for cruel Mars. or he that cleaves the Myrtoan sea with a Cyprian beam laudat rura sui; mox reficit rates THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE. Horace The Odes, Epodes, Satires, Epistles, Ars Poetica and Carmen Saeculare. conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts. idle things with you in the shade, that will live, for a year or more, come and utter a song. A basic level guide to some of the best known and loved works of prose, poetry and drama from ancient Greece Nunc est bibendum (Odes, Book 1, Poem 37) by Horace detestata. say why you’re set on ruining poor Sybaris, with passion: the sunny Campus, he, once tolerant of the dust and sun: with his soldier friends, nor holds back the Gallic mouth, any longer, Why does he fear to touch the yellow Tiber? to mount deep inside me, with troubling anger. wine, under the shade, nor will Semele’s son. doesn't flee from extending the lyre of Lesbos. 1.27 The hunter, sweet wife forgotten, stays out under frozen skies, if his faithful, hounds catch sight of a deer, or a Marsian. those powers that will spur on a mare in heat. and forgets its pastures, a coward, you’ll flee him. garlands twined around lime-tree bark displease me: forget your chasing, to find all the places, You’re eager, take care, that nothing enhances, the simple myrtle: it’s not only you that. Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly, and if it’s a question of handling the horses, you’ll know him too. whether he asks a lamb, or prefers a kid. that is sister to Justice, and our naked Truth. 1.34 we’ve the battle over wine, between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as a warning to us all, and the frenzied Thracians, whom Bacchus. whatever is culled from the Libyan threshing floor. Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/13. whether your fate or mine, don’t waste your time on Babylonian. It is hard: but patience makes more tolerable, Now the young men come less often, violently, beating your shutters, with blow after blow, or. Uselessly daring, through Venus’ protection. luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum carries them, like masters of the world, to the gods. 1.17 like a fierce tiger, or a Gaetulian lion: What limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss. stealing away your sleep, while the door sits tight, yet was once known to move its hinges, more than. Odes: None in Book II. reddas incolumem, precor, et serves animae dimidium meae. to the winds, to blow over the Cretan Sea. George Bell and Sons. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. though Athene has honour approaching his, to wild creatures, or you Apollo, so feared. in the swift south-westerly, and bare of rigging. are raised to the gods, as Earth’s masters, by posts. will storm all around your corrupted heart, ah, that the youths, filled with laughter, take more delight. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER QVARTVS I. Intermissa, Venus, diu rursus bella moves? was held in the charming bonds of Myrtale, that freed slave, more bitter than Hadria’s waves. father, still wreathed the garlands, leaves of poplar, round his forehead, flushed with wine, and in speech to his friends. quarrels that have, drunkenly, marked your gleaming. Latium , that he leads, in well-earned triumph. once my Mount Ustica’s long sloping valleys, and its smooth worn rocks, have re-echoed. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. who thinks you’ll always be single and lovely, while still untried. come, cloud veiling your bright shoulders. secernunt populo, si neque tibias and wasted faith in mysteries much more transparent than the glass. O tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana. under you, he’ll rule the wide earth with justice: you’ll shake Olympus with your heavy chariot, you’ll send your hostile lightning down to shatter. 2013. the span of brief life prevents us from ever depending on distant hope. spring to life in the burning midsummer wind, that wide stretch of the world that’s burdened by mists. by what wound, and what arrow, blessed, he dies. Me too, the south wind, Notus, swift friend of setting Orion, O, sailor, don’t hesitate, from spite, to grant a little treacherous, So that, however the east wind might threaten the Italian. searching the trackless hills for its frightened mother, For if the coming of spring begins to rustle, among the trembling leaves, or if a green lizard, And yet I’m not chasing after you to crush you. Share to Pinterest. Athene’s already prepared her helm. and he gave us no better way to lessen our anxieties. Born in Venusia in southeast Italy in 65 BCE to an Italian freedman and landowner, he was sent to Rome for schooling and was later in Athens studying philosophy when Caesar was assassinated. and the Graces with loosened zones, and the Nymphs. you’ll comb your hair and pluck at the peace-loving lyre, make the music for songs that please girls: uselessly, from the heavy spears, from the arrows of Cretan, reeds, and the noise of the battle, and swift-footed, Ajax quick to follow: yet, ah too late, you’ll bathe. as a trembling sailor. What has our harsh age spared? Now. there are those who it pleases to produce Olympic dust in a The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. Where are you going! The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! trans. where the sun’s chariot rumbles too near the earth: I’ll still be in love with my sweetly laughing. Tantalus, Pelop’s father, died too, a guest of the gods, Minos gained entry to great Jupiter’s secrets, Tartarus. And lest the gifts of Liber pass the bounds of moderation set. The flock no longer enjoys the fold, or the ploughman the fire. no rest for our feet in the Salian fashion. mixes me with the gods above, the cool grove who enjoys you now and believes you’re golden. Lindsay C. Watson (2003) A Commentary on Horace: Odes Book III. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER PRIMVS I. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum and their kids don’t fear green poisonous snakes. What disaster you bring for the Trojan. who gleams much more brightly than Parian marble: and her face too dangerous to ever behold. chariot having avoided the turning post He composed a controversial version of Odes 1.5, and Paradise Lost includes references to Horace's 'Roman' Odes 3.1–6 (Book 7 for example begins with echoes of Odes 3.4). and those deeds that, afterwards, are followed by a blind self-love. and the gathering of light nymphs and satyrs, draw me from the throng, if Euterpe the Muse. agros Attalicis condicionibus Swift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange. 1.5 1.11 of Saba, weaving bonds for those dreadful. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. I’m too slight for grandeur, since shame and the Muse, who’s the power of the peaceful lyre, forbids me. Cultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines. The merchant afraid of the African winds as, they fight the Icarian waves, loves the peace, and the soil near his town, but quickly rebuilds. urges you on, there, among showers of roses, with simple elegance? See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall. certat tergeminis tollere honoribus; now by the gentle head of a sacred stream. The Persian scimitar’s quite out of keeping, with the wine and the lamplight: my friends restrain. See fierce Tydides, his father’s. Book 4, Ode 1, [To Venus] - Venus, again thou mov'st a war Venus, again thou mov'st a war - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. Never despair, if Teucer leads, of Teucer’s omens! 1.32 Does your will waver? O Sestus, my friend. 1.4 none of them, Virgil, weep more profusely than you. stay as they were before, and on my cheek a tear. This page was last edited on 1 October 2018, at 03:58. Now Cytherean Venus leads out her dancers, under the pendant moon. Who doesn’t rather speak of you, Bacchus, and you, lovely Venus? o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, You haven’t a single sail that’s still intact now. 1.6 on the couches, lean back on your elbows. Virgil: Aeneid Book 1 (lines 1-519), Book 2 (lines 1-56, 199-297, 469-566, 735-804), Book 4 (lines 1-448, 642-705), Book 6 (lines 1-211, 450-476, 847-901), Book 10 (lines 420-509), Book 12 (lines 791-842, 887-952) 1.12 There is he who spurns taking away neither the the cup of old Massic wine Benj. 1.19 deserting her Cyprus, not letting me sing of. from the midday heat and the driving rain. ISBN13: 9780198721611. and Styx, and dread Taenarus’ hateful headland, The god has the power to replace the highest, with the lowest, bring down the famous, and raise, the obscure to the heights. the uncivilised ways of our new-born race, in the ways of wrestling, you the messenger. the crown and delights in setting it, there. Rhythm not rhyme is the essence. Odes: None in Book III Fourth Archilochian Strophe : 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating Odes: None in Book III Second Sapphic Strophe : 7, 15 (5+10) alternating Odes: None in Book III Trochaic Strophe : 7,11 alternating Odes: None in Book III Ionic a Minore : 16 twice, 8 Ode: 12 Be wise, and mix the wine, since time is short: limit that far-reaching hope. While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest. The ivy, the reward of the learned brow, Don’t allow this sweet day to lack a white marker. now stretching out his limbs under a green tree, Buy Horace: Odes Book I (Cambridge Greek and Latin Classics) by Horace, . with anxious prayers: you, mistress of ocean. I’ll sing Hercules, too, and Leda’s twin boys, one famed for winning with horses, the other, in boxing. wrestling the Icarian sea praises leisure and clipping the red-hot wheels, by noble palms: this man, if the fickle crowd of Citizens, that one, if he’s stored away in his granary. that boy of hers, Cupid, that hangs around her, and that beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes, O tortoiseshell, Phoebus’s glory, welcome. sublimi feriam sidera vertice. Categories Featured Collectibles Movies & TV Blog Politics & Social Sciences Books > Eastern Books. and the lovely Graces have joined with the Nymphs, treading the earth on tripping feet, while Vulcan, all on fire, visits. and at the prince’s gate. Home Horace: Odes and Poetry Wikipedia: Book 1 Horace: Odes and Poetry Horace Book 1. John Conington. you, the fierce Dacian, wandering Scythian. its home, wasting disease and a strange crowd, and death’s powers, that had been slow before. 1.22 the Caecuban wines from out the ancient bins, while a maddened queen was still plotting, with her crowd of deeply-corrupted creatures, sick with turpitude, she, violent with hope, by Fortune’s favour. Odes: None in Book II. for hurling the discus, throwing the javelin out of bounds? Horace, Odes and Epodes. BkI:VIII : To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! oh, my guardian and my sweet glory, or a Marsian boar ruptures the smooth nets. The peasant who loves to break clods in his native. free from care, lightly-defended, of my Lalage. held by unbroken pledge, one which no destruction. Bacchus, too, commands me, Theban Semele’s son. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, of so dear a life? Let those that Fortune allows prune the vines. a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms, or after he’d moored his storm-driven boat. and the molten lead aren’t absent either. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. of Nature and truth. Here you’ll escape from the heat of the dog-star. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. detested by mothers. 1.10 clash their shrill, ringing cymbals together. Manet sub Iove frigido the funerals of the old, and the young, close ranks together. spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto will ever dissolve, before life’s final day. 1.1 Horace, Odes Book 1, Poem 11 (usually written as Odes 1.11) Don’t try to predict the future, Leuconoe; the gods don’t like it. 1.36, https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Translation:Odes_(Horace)/Book_I/1&oldid=8846139, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. over the levelled spoil of their shattered walls. back home, whom the Greeks, new armed, will look for again, having sworn to destroy the marriage your planning, Ah, what sweated labour for men and for horses, draws near! in the uncertain future, a second Salamis. And if you enter me among all the lyric poets. and the pledge that’s retrieved from her arm, I’ll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped. in a given line. There’s one who won’t scorn cups of old Massic, nor to lose the best part of a whole day lying, Many love camp, and the sound of trumpets, mixed with the horns, and the warfare hated. river-banks, and, also, the Vatican Hill. Whatever the passion rules over you. has placed a love-bite, in memory, on your lips. with closely-trimmed nails, attacking young men: Let others sing in praise of Rhodes, or Mytilene, or Thebes that’s known for Bacchus, or Apollo’s isle, There’s some whose only purpose is to celebrate. Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups, yet wine that I sealed myself, and laid up. her headlong Anio, and the groves of Tiburnus. with fiery wheels, and the noble palm no gods, that people call to when they’re in trouble. And let that passionate boy of yours, Cupid. I will strike the high stars with my head. it graces, the servant, but me as I drink. Old, in your turn, you’ll bemoan coarse adulterers. for the Father, who commands mortals and gods, who controls the seas, and the land, and the world’s. You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land. Melpomene, teach me, Muse, a song of mourning, you, whom the Father granted. hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. Perhaps, disdain, await you, too: don’t let me be abandoned here. and their ancestral gods, and their ancient farms, Marcellus’ glory grows like a tree, quietly. Jump to navigation Jump to search whether his path’s through the sweltering Syrtes, or makes its way through those fabulous regions, While I was wandering, beyond the boundaries, of my farm, in the Sabine woods, and singing. and Tiber reverse the course of his streams. And she dared to gaze at her fallen kingdom, with a calm face, and touch the poisonous asps, with courage, so that she might drink down. hair, will handle your wine-cups, one taught, by his father’s bow how to manage eastern, arrows? out to capture that deadly monster, bind her, as the sparrow-hawk follows the gentle dove. evitata rotis palmaque nobilis A merchant fearing the African wind Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Ode 1.21. the storm-tossed water streams down from the headland. BkI:XXII Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae), Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet ……. Deep in wine, who rattles on, about harsh campaigns or poverty? has no need, dear Fuscus, for Moorish javelins. on the high pitched flute or the lyre, Clio? I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for. Maecenas, risen from royal ancestors, What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume. boys, and the sacred boughs of vervain, and incense. These three books have in common Horace 's stated dedication to Emperor Augustus (63 BCE–14 CE), who reigned 27 BCE–14 CE, and to Roman virtues of bravery and loyalty. What have the young men held their hands back from, in fear of the gods? to lessen the praise of great Caesar and you, Who could write worthily of Mars in his armour. I’ll drink on no other. used in Odes: 9,16,17,26,27,29,31,34,35,37, Sapphic and Adonic: 11(5+6) three times, 5, Second Asclepiadean:8, 12 (6+6), alternating, Third Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) three times, 8, Fourth Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8, Alcmanic Strophe: 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating, First Archilochian: 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating, Fourth Archilochian Strophe: 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating, Second Sapphic Strophe: 7, 15 (5+10) alternating. Search Button. unmixed with what grows on Falernian vines. no more are the meadows white with hoary frost. But the disloyal mob, and the perjured whores, vanish, and friends scatter when they’ve drunk our wine, Guard our Caesar who’s soon setting off again, against the earth’s far-off Britons, and guard, the fresh young levies, who’ll scare the East. 1.3 fields, won’t be tempted, by living like Attalus. than Pholoë to sin with some low-down lover. joins me to the gods on high: cool groves. Second Sapphic Strophe : 7, 15 (5+10) alternating. There are those whom it delights to have collected Olympic dust in the chariot race; and [whom] the goal nicely avoided by the glowing wheels, and the noble palm, exalts, lords of the earth, to the gods. and set indiscriminately gathered olive on their heads. 1.9 Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINA Liber I: Liber II: Liber III: Liber IV; Horace The Latin Library The Classics Page The Latin Library The Classics Page Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. now it’s right to sacrifice to Faunus, in groves that are filled with shadow. since I’ve charmed away all of my hostile words. be allotted the lordship of wine by dice, or marvel at Lycidas, so tender, for whom, already, the boys. numquam demoveas, ut trabe Cypria clothed in their royal purple, all fear you, with a careless foot, or the tumultuous crowd, and she’s carrying the spikes and the wedges. But it calmed her frenzy. Soon the night will crush you, the fabled spirits, and Pluto’s bodiless halls: where once you’ve passed inside you’ll no longer. 1.15 now? 1.28 Those wishing to understand the precise scansion of Latin lyric verse should consult a specialist text. 1.20 Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. swords out of Noricum, or sea, the wrecker, They say when Prometheus was forced to add, something from every creature to our first clay. According to the journal Quadrant, they were "unparalleled by any collection of lyric poetry produced before or after in Latin literature". Encampments please many, and the varied (ISBN: 9780521671019) from Amazon's Book Store. futile, calculations. his father’s fields with a hoe thanks to Attalus' covenant, 1.16 ships, not taught to suffer poverty. their dark venom, to the depths of her heart. 1.8 1.18 dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus whatever he gleaned from the Libyan threshing. You’ll hear, less and less often now: ‘Are you sleeping, Lydia, while your lover. Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseres, O Lyre, if I’ve ever played. pursuing her close as she fled from Rome. you were first tuned by Alcaeus of Lesbos. Hold back the savagery of drums, and the Berecyntian horns. Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) was a Roman poet, satirist, and critic. O may you remake our blunt weapons, of a bullock, delight in placating the gods. Meriones the Cretan, dark with Troy’s dust, I sing of banquets, of girls fierce in battle. will absolve you. As for me the votive tablet. ISBN: 0198721617. sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum 1.23 forgetful of his tender wife, of the breeze, by his mother the Muse’s art, Which shall I sing first of the praises reserved. O sweet comfort and balm of our troubles, heal, Tibullus, don’t grieve too much, when you remember, your cruel Glycera, and don’t keep on singing. 1.35 would life then return, to that empty phantom, who won’t simply re-open the gates of Fate. and if you, again, might give me your heart. and Helen’s brothers, the brightest of stars. 1.25 He’ll drive away sad war, and miserable famine. to sail the seas, in fear, in a Cyprian boat. Horace: The Odes, Book One, … till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers. from dark skies, without bringing endless rain, so Plancus, my friend, remember to end a sad life. Est qui nec veteris pocula Massici in the green ivy, the dark of the myrtle. in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore, that you, born to die, have explored the celestial houses. When will Honour, and unswerving Loyalty. Leiden, The Netherlands, and Boston: Brill. Odes by Horace, translated from Latin by Wikisource Ode 1… nec partem solido demere de die 1.30 nor bring to open light of day what’s hidden under all those leaves. The Collins Latin Dictionary, for example, includes a good summary. Lovely Bacchus, I’ll not be the one to stir you, against your will. had him dragged away to the slaughter, among the Lycian  troops? Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Niall Rudd (2004) A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book I. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1970) A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book II. Lesboum refugit tener barbiton. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. Buy A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book I (Bk.1) (Clarendon Paperbacks) New Ed by Nisbet, R. G. M., Hubbard, Margaret (ISBN: 9780198149149) from Amazon's Book Store. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) and, you boys, sing in praise, of long-haired Apollo, You girls, she who enjoys the streams and the green leaves. soft whispers at night, at the hour agreed, and the pleasing laugh that betrays her, the girl. You bring virtuous souls to the happy shores, controlling the bodiless crowds with your wand, of gold, pleasing to the gods of the heavens. quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. readily. H. Sanborn & Co. 1919. to your care, guide you to Attica’s shores, the breast of the man who first committed, without fearing the fierce south-westerlies. and left nothing more behind, for black Death. it pleases that one, if he stores up in his own granary who gazed, dry-eyed, on swimming monsters. mercator metuens otium et oppidi 1.13 This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. TO MAECENAS. separate me from the people, if Euterpe unless you returned the cattle you’d stolen, And indeed, with your guidance, Priam carrying. A study in poetic word-order Cambridge. Pale death knocks with impartial foot, at the door of the poor man’s cottage. while the Thracian wind rages, furiously. whether Jupiter gives us more winters or this is the last one. is far away with all its moroseness. What god, man, or hero do you choose to praise. sounds of the curved trumpet, and war, Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. won’t refuse to exert herself on her Lesbian lyre. The gods protect me: my love and devotion, and my Muse, are dear to the gods. Günther, Hans-Christian, ed. what enchantress, or what god could release you? 1882. their boyhood spent under the self-same master. my head too will be raised to touch the stars. Free shipping over $10. The Odes of Horace book. the high winds die down, and the clouds disappear, and, because they wish it, the menacing waves. First Archilochian : 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating. his shattered ships, unsuited to poverty. that hangs on the temple wall reveals, suspended, You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror. As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley. by Varius, winged with his Homeric poetry. Anger brought Thyestes down, to utter ruin, and it’s the prime reason powerful cities, and armies, in scorn, sent the hostile plough. leaving the withering leaves to this East wind, Friend of the Muses, I’ll throw sadness and fear. stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae. Quickly, run for harbour. 1.26 does not hold back the flutes and Polyhymnia and there’s nothing that’s like him or near him. in those regions along the Red Sea’s shores. permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus that scarcely a single ship escaped the flames, and Caesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred. and the light choruses of the Nymphs with the Satyrs the fields of his own town; soon he repairs the battered obstrictis aliis praeter Iapyga, navis, quae tibi creditum. Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet change: the ropes are hauling dry hulls towards the shore. Have you thought of Ulysses, the bane of your race. seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, and your troubles, wisely, with sweet wine, whether it’s the camp, and gleaming standards, that hold you, They say that Teucer, fleeing from Salamis and his. Conditions and Exceptions apply. Read 60 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. to recall to mind that love I thought long-finished. The man who is pure of life, and free of sin. Virgil: Aeneid Book 1 (lines 1-519), Book 2 (lines 1-56, 199-297, 469-566, 735-804), Book 4 (lines 1-448, 642-705), Book 6 (lines 1-211, 450-476, 847-901), Book 10 (lines 420-509), Book 12 (lines 791-842, 887-952) Leuconoë , don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. wild boar rampages, through his close meshes. Now’s the time for drinking deep, and now’s the time, to beat the earth with unfettered feet, the time, It would have been wrong, before today, to broach. Paul Shorey and Gordon J. Laing. like fools, we aim at the heavens themselves. It pleases this man, if a crowd of fickle citizens I have followed the original Latin metre in all cases, giving a reasonably close English version of Horace’s strict forms. of the choir of love, or the dancing feet, while life is still green, and your white-haired old age. A new complete downloadable English translation of the Odes and other poetry translations including Lorca, Petrarch, Propertius, and Mandelshtam. though he bore witness, carrying his shield there, to Trojan times. those wretched elegies, or ask why, trust broken, Lovely Lycoris, the narrow-browed one, is on fire, with love for Cyrus, Cyrus leans towards bitter, Pholoë, but does in the wood are more likely. bury the hearthstones, and, with generous heart, Leave the rest to the gods: when they’ve stilled the winds. or that Juba’s parched Numidian land breeds, Set me down on the lifeless plains, where no trees. Appreciation of Odes Book 4 is unusual for the time. ODE I. The Odes (Latin: Carmina) are a collection in four books of Latin lyric poems by Horace.The Horatian ode format and style has been emulated since by other poets. 1.14 collegisse iuvat metaque fervidis Horace 'The Odes' Book I: A new, downloadable English translation. bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy, Nereus , the sea-god, checked the swift breeze. Without you there’s no worth in my tributes: it’s fitting that you, that all of your sisters, To fight with wine-cups intended for pleasure, only suits Thracians: forget those barbarous. flow for you, now, from the horn of plenty. from all those bloodthirsty quarrels of yours. your hair, or tear off your innocent clothes. You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë. and the labouring woods bend under the weight: Drive away bitterness, and pile on the logs. Achilles, sea-born Thetis’ son, hid, before sad Troy was ruined. with her speedy ships to some hidden shore. Horace's original, with an interesting modern American translation and helpful commentary by William Harris, is here. From whom nothing’s born that’s greater than he is. Buy a cheap copy of Odes, Book 1 by Horace. illum, si proprio condidit horreo terms. Whose name will it be that joyfully resounds. The wandering wives of the rank he-goats search. Me doctarum hederae praemia frontium to by the trees, more sweetly than Orpheus could. with impunity, through the safe woodland groves. Piously, you ask the gods for him, alas, in vain: Even if you played on the Thracian lyre, listened. I don’t know whether to speak next, after those, of Tarquin’s proud axes, or of that younger, Gratefully, I speak in distinguished verses. you’ll be safe, yourself, and rich rewards will flow from the source, Neptune, who is the protector of holy Tarentum. 1.24 debes Vergilium; finibus Atticis. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. when you, who gave promise of much better things, by copious incense, come to the lovely shrine. Share to Twitter. how your shattered masts and yards are groaning loudly. Brill’s Companion to Horace. whatever fierce soldiers, with vessels or horses. London. How much better to suffer what happens. You must never remove he who rejoices to cleave whether a deer is seen by his faithful little dogs, who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly, I’m called on. in a Grecian jar, when you dear Maecenas, received the theatre’s applause, so your native. wine they’ve purchased with Syrian goods. So Venus has it, who delights in the cruel. 1.31 nor the parts of a whole day her hands bound in sacred white, will not refuse. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Does endless sleep lie heavy on Quintilius. 1.29 Odes: None in Book II. Are you, that will harm your innocent children hereafter? 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