Horace; The Odes, Epodes, Satires, And Epistles. Translated By The Most Eminent English Scholars And Poets, Including Ben Jonson, Milton, Dryden, Addi by Horace

Horace; The Odes, Epodes, Satires, And Epistles. Translated By The Most Eminent English Scholars…

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889. Excerpt: ... What if thine heaven be overcast? The dark appearance will not last; Expect a brighter sky. The god, that strings the silver bow, Awakes sometimes the Muses too, And lays his arrows by. If hindrances obstruct thy way, Thy magnanimity display, And let thy strength be seen; But oh! if Fortune fill thy sail With more than a propitious gale, Take half thy canvas in. W. Cowpee. ODE XI. TO QUINTIUS HIRPINUS. "Quid bellicosus." What the Cantabrian stout, or Scythian think Divided with opposed Adria's brink, Quintius Hirpinus, do not thou enquire; Nor for life's use, which little doth desire, Be thou too careful: smooth-faced youth apace Doth backward fly, and with it beauty's grace, Dry aged hoariness with furrows deep, Dispelling amorous fires, and gentle sleep. The summer flowers keep not their native grace, Nor shines the bright moon with a constant face. Why dost thou tire thy mind, subordinate Unto the counsels of eternal fate? Why under this high plane, or pine-tree's shade In discomposed manner, careless laid, Our hoary hair perfumed with fragrant rose, And odours, which Assyria doth disclose, Do we, anointed, not to drink prepare? Free Bacchus dissipates consuming care: But oh! what boy, Falernian wines' hot rage Will soon for me, with gliding streams assuage? Ah! who retired Lyde will require, Hither to come? Boy, with her ivory lyre. Bid her make haste, and hair to tie not shame, In careless knot, like a Laconian dame. Sir Thomas Hawkins. ODE XII. TO MAECENAS. "Nolis longaferce." Numantia's wars for years maintained, Or Hannibal's vindictive ire, Or seas with Punic gore distained, Suit not the softness of my feeble lyre; Nor savage Centaurs, mad with wine, Nor earth's gigantic rebel brood, Who shook old Saturn's seats divine, Till by the arm of Hercul...

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Title:Horace; The Odes, Epodes, Satires, And Epistles. Translated By The Most Eminent English Scholars…Format:PaperbackDimensions:112 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.23 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0217932312

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