for the Father, who commands mortals and gods, who controls the seas, and the land, and the world’s. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. Piously, you ask the gods for him, alas, in vain: Even if you played on the Thracian lyre, listened. A merchant fearing the African wind Please refer to our Privacy Policy. 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. with anxious prayers: you, mistress of ocean. your hair, or tear off your innocent clothes. illum, si proprio condidit horreo 1.6 deserting her Cyprus, not letting me sing of. Odes by Horace, translated from Latin by Wikisource Ode 1… hates, when they split right from wrong, by too fine a line of passion. Parce precor, precor. Bright Notus from the south often blows away the clouds. O Lyre, if I’ve ever played. Old, in your turn, you’ll bemoan coarse adulterers. at our bidding, has gathered him to the dark throng? won’t refuse to exert herself on her Lesbian lyre. unmixed with what grows on Falernian vines. you’d not bother to hope for constancy from him. debes Vergilium; finibus Atticis. Ode: 18. one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs. 1.29 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. Horace The Odes, Epodes, Satires, Epistles, Ars Poetica and Carmen Saeculare. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Günther, Hans-Christian, ed. 1.8 showed no sign of womanish fear at the sword. terrarum dominos evehit ad deos; See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall. to the winds, to blow over the Cretan Sea. you, the fierce Dacian, wandering Scythian. and the pledge that’s retrieved from her arm, I’ll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped. There is he who spurns taking away neither the the cup of old Massic wine and their ancestral gods, and their ancient farms, Marcellus’ glory grows like a tree, quietly. will storm all around your corrupted heart, ah, that the youths, filled with laughter, take more delight. wine they’ve purchased with Syrian goods. obstrictis aliis praeter Iapyga, navis, quae tibi creditum. and the molten lead aren’t absent either. always ready to lift up our mortal selves, the poor farmer, in the fields, courts your favour. 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! like the viper’s blood: he won’t appear with arms bruised by weapons. The Collins Latin Dictionary, for example, includes a good summary. o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, Odes: 1,3 Third Asclepiadean : 12 (6+6) three times, 8 Odes 5,12 Fourth Asclepiadean : 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8 Ode:13 Fifth Asclepiadean : 16 (6+4+6) all lines Ode: 10 Alcmanic Strophe : 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating Odes: None in Book IV First Archilochian : 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating those powers that will spur on a mare in heat. While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest. in secluded valleys, sing of bright Circe, Here you’ll bring cups of innocent Lesbian. 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. Telephus’ rosy neck, Telephus’ waxen arms. said these words to them as they sorrowed: ‘Wherever fortune carries us, kinder than my father. Where are you going! Hold back the savagery of drums, and the Berecyntian horns. How often he’ll cry at. Does endless sleep lie heavy on Quintilius. and, you boys, sing in praise, of long-haired Apollo, You girls, she who enjoys the streams and the green leaves. The ivy, the reward of the learned brow, Share to Twitter. 1.17 This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. has placed a love-bite, in memory, on your lips. her hands bound in sacred white, will not refuse. Share to Facebook. 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). Alas, the shame of our scars and wickedness. You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land. hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium Whose name will it be that joyfully resounds. Calm your mind: the passions of the heart have made. 1.2 The Odes of Horace book. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) was a Roman poet, satirist, and critic. First Archilochian : 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating. but his skin and his bones, and that certainly made him, Archytas. detested by mothers. The man who is pure of life, and free of sin. 1.16 1.30 stealing away your sleep, while the door sits tight, yet was once known to move its hinges, more than. has no need, dear Fuscus, for Moorish javelins. by mothers. 1.27 Ed. eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of Odes 1.9, the Soracte ode. 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. reddas incolumem, precor, et serves animae dimidium meae. Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo 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. wine, under the shade, nor will Semele’s son. that scarcely a single ship escaped the flames, and Caesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred. And if you enter me among all the lyric poets. careless of his life, when Hannibal conquered: and Camillus too, whom their harsh poverty. What has our harsh age spared? I have followed the original Latin metre in all cases, giving a reasonably close English version of Horace’s strict forms. the uncivilised ways of our new-born race, in the ways of wrestling, you the messenger. since I’ve charmed away all of my hostile words. his shattered ships, unsuited to poverty. Illi robur et aes triplex. 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 and our dead brothers. 1882. As for me the votive tablet. Second Sapphic Strophe : 7, 15 (5+10) alternating. stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae. it graces, the servant, but me as I drink. by Varius, winged with his Homeric poetry. 1.36, https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Translation:Odes_(Horace)/Book_I/1&oldid=8846139, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. the fields of his own town; soon he repairs the battered Cultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines. whether a deer is seen by his faithful little dogs, will be your slave, when you’ve murdered her lover? 1.12 nec partem solido demere de die or he that cleaves the Myrtoan sea with a Cyprian beam 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. though Athene has honour approaching his, to wild creatures, or you Apollo, so feared. idle things with you in the shade, that will live, for a year or more, come and utter a song. quarrels that have, drunkenly, marked your gleaming. its home, wasting disease and a strange crowd, and death’s powers, that had been slow before. 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 Paul Shorey and Gordon J. Laing. Lindsay C. Watson (2003) A Commentary on Horace: Odes Book III. in the uncertain future, a second Salamis. Perhaps, disdain, await you, too: don’t let me be abandoned here. the funerals of the old, and the young, close ranks together. let it be heard by faithful ears – oh, you wretch! 2013. none of them, Virgil, weep more profusely than you. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum and his swift chariot, through the clear sky. 1.35 And let that passionate boy of yours, Cupid. there are those who it pleases to produce Olympic dust in a in those regions along the Red Sea’s shores. The wandering wives of the rank he-goats search. And greedy Fortune. You bring virtuous souls to the happy shores, controlling the bodiless crowds with your wand, of gold, pleasing to the gods of the heavens. Rhythm not rhyme is the essence. the high winds die down, and the clouds disappear, and, because they wish it, the menacing waves. 1.3 how your shattered masts and yards are groaning loudly. But there’s still one night that awaits us all. and wasted faith in mysteries much more transparent than the glass. Are you, that will harm your innocent children hereafter? readily. to lessen the praise of great Caesar and you, Who could write worthily of Mars in his armour. Anger brought Thyestes down, to utter ruin, and it’s the prime reason powerful cities, and armies, in scorn, sent the hostile plough. my head too will be raised to touch the stars. What have the young men held their hands back from, in fear of the gods? while the Thracian wind rages, furiously. to by the trees, more sweetly than Orpheus could. 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). Quickly, run for harbour. bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy, Nereus , the sea-god, checked the swift breeze. The hunter remains below the frigid sky that is sister to Justice, and our naked Truth. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. When will Honour, and unswerving Loyalty. Don’t allow this sweet day to lack a white marker. wild boar rampages, through his close meshes. and Youth, less lovely without you, hasten here, What does he pray for as he pours out the wine. bury the hearthstones, and, with generous heart, Leave the rest to the gods: when they’ve stilled the winds. You must never remove he who rejoices to cleave George Bell and Sons. crossed, in spirit, the rounds of the sky. with fiery wheels, and the noble palm and their kids don’t fear green poisonous snakes. whatever fierce soldiers, with vessels or horses. and he gave us no better way to lessen our anxieties. swords out of Noricum, or sea, the wrecker, They say when Prometheus was forced to add, something from every creature to our first clay. till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. 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. wrestling the Icarian sea praises leisure and [3][4] The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups, yet wine that I sealed myself, and laid up. 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. trans. Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly, and if it’s a question of handling the horses, you’ll know him too. separate me from the people, if Euterpe Now Cytherean Venus leads out her dancers, under the pendant moon. 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 … and there’s nothing that’s like him or near him. It pleases this man, if a crowd of fickle citizens it pleases that one, if he stores up in his own granary I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for. Latium , that he leads, in well-earned triumph. Bacchus, too, commands me, Theban Semele’s son. I’m too slight for grandeur, since shame and the Muse, who’s the power of the peaceful lyre, forbids me. when you, who gave promise of much better things, by copious incense, come to the lovely shrine. detestata. 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. and if you, again, might give me your heart. venator tenerae coniugis inmemor, In the first book of odes, Horace presents himself to his Roman readers in a novel guise, ... Horace, Odes 1.1 TAPA 93 230 Mutschler, F.-H. 1974 Beobachtungen zur Gedichtanordnung in der ersten Odensammlung des Horaz RhM 117 109 Naylor, H. D. 1922 Horace Odes and Epodes. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. Uselessly daring, through Venus’ protection. Chicago. Have you thought of Ulysses, the bane of your race. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. doesn't flee from extending the lyre of Lesbos. O Sweet Muse, that joys in fresh fountains. that Venus has imbued with her own pure nectar. 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. will ever dissolve, before life’s final day. Lovely Bacchus, I’ll not be the one to stir you, against your will. certat tergeminis tollere honoribus; O tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana. Maecenas, descended from royal ancestors, O both my protection and my darling honor! Does your will waver? Share to Pinterest. now stretching out his limbs under a green tree, and the gathering of light nymphs and satyrs, draw me from the throng, if Euterpe the Muse. where the sun’s chariot rumbles too near the earth: I’ll still be in love with my sweetly laughing. But it calmed her frenzy. So Venus has it, who delights in the cruel. Soon the night will crush you, the fabled spirits, and Pluto’s bodiless halls: where once you’ve passed inside you’ll no longer. if a victim’s sacrificed, she’ll come more gently. people! 1.5 book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. But if you will insert me among the lyric poets, 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. Melpomene, teach me, Muse, a song of mourning, you, whom the Father granted. hair, will handle your wine-cups, one taught, by his father’s bow how to manage eastern, arrows? in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore, that you, born to die, have explored the celestial houses. in a given line. either on shadowed slopes of Mount Helicon, where the trees followed thoughtlessly after, that held back the swift-running streams and the rush. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER PRIMVS I. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum be allotted the lordship of wine by dice, or marvel at Lycidas, so tender, for whom, already, the boys. soft whispers at night, at the hour agreed, and the pleasing laugh that betrays her, the girl. Swift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange. You haven’t a single sail that’s still intact now. Books 1–3 of Odes were published in 23 BCE, when "publishing" consisting of hand copying manuscripts—work done by slaves—on large, glued-together sheets of papyrus. to me, and now are my passion and anxious care. My child, how I hate Persian ostentation. to sail the seas, in fear, in a Cyprian boat. joins me to the gods on high: cool groves. Tantalus, Pelop’s father, died too, a guest of the gods, Minos gained entry to great Jupiter’s secrets, Tartarus. 1.25 by pride that lifts its empty head too high, above itself, once more. that hangs on the temple wall reveals, suspended, You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror. A study in poetic word-order Cambridge. Appreciation of Odes Book 4 is unusual for the time. 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. I’m consumed inwardly with lingering fires. and the light choruses of the Nymphs with the Satyrs breathing hard, as you run, with your head thrown high. no rest for our feet in the Salian fashion. Those wishing to understand the precise scansion of Latin lyric verse should consult a specialist text. Skip to content. in the swift south-westerly, and bare of rigging. Fourth Archilochian Strophe : 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating. than Pholoë to sin with some low-down lover. 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. Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Ode 1.21. A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book I. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1970) A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book II. on the couches, lean back on your elbows. It is hard: but patience makes more tolerable, Now the young men come less often, violently, beating your shutters, with blow after blow, or. A new complete downloadable English translation of the Odes and other poetry translations including Lorca, Petrarch, Propertius, and Mandelshtam. 1.19 You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë. 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. Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, father, still wreathed the garlands, leaves of poplar, round his forehead, flushed with wine, and in speech to his friends. of the breeze, by his mother the Muse’s art, Which shall I sing first of the praises reserved. over the levelled spoil of their shattered walls. does not hold back the flutes and Polyhymnia whether he asks a lamb, or prefers a kid. will absolve you. THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE. and Tibur’s orchards, white with flowing streams. Buy a cheap copy of Odes, Book 1 by Horace. The hunter, sweet wife forgotten, stays out under frozen skies, if his faithful, hounds catch sight of a deer, or a Marsian. Multos castra iuvant et lituo tubae ", is the opening of I.37. ships, not taught to suffer poverty. nourishes deep in its far-flung oak forests. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. ISBN13: 9780198721611. 1.7 you were first tuned by Alcaeus of Lesbos. mercator metuens otium et oppidi While he tried to scare you, with his threatening voice. the day of destruction for Troy and its women: but after so many winters the fires of Greece. 1.32 on the high pitched flute or the lyre, Clio? who enjoys you now and believes you’re golden. 1.11 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. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. held by unbroken pledge, one which no destruction. You, who not long ago were troubling weariness. Horace's original, with an interesting modern American translation and helpful commentary by William Harris, is here. Why does he keep. Manet sub Iove frigido though he bore witness, carrying his shield there, to Trojan times. Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/13. 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. elect to lift (him) up with triple offices; secernunt populo, si neque tibias 1.13 weave them together all the bright flowers. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER QVARTVS I. Intermissa, Venus, diu rursus bella moves? are raised to the gods, as Earth’s masters, by posts. 1.34 boys, and the sacred boughs of vervain, and incense. no gods, that people call to when they’re in trouble. and at the prince’s gate. together returned that praise again, to you, Then, drink Caecubum, and the juice of the grape, crushed in Campania’s presses, my cups are. book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. and Helen’s brothers, the brightest of stars. The gods protect me: my love and devotion, and my Muse, are dear to the gods. Odes: None in Book II. seu rupit teretis Marsus aper plagas. stay as they were before, and on my cheek a tear. Home Horace: Odes and Poetry Wikipedia: Book 1 Horace: Odes and Poetry Horace Book 1. London. mixes me with the gods above, the cool grove Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. I’ll sing Hercules, too, and Leda’s twin boys, one famed for winning with horses, the other, in boxing. numquam demoveas, ut trabe Cypria to your care, guide you to Attica’s shores, the breast of the man who first committed, without fearing the fierce south-westerlies. Categories Featured Collectibles Movies & TV Blog Politics & Social Sciences Books > Eastern Books. sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum Brill’s Companion to Horace. Myrtoum pavidus nauta secet mare. 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. his father’s fields with a hoe thanks to Attalus' covenant, like a fierce tiger, or a Gaetulian lion: What limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss. their harsh fate: ‘You’re taking a bird of ill-omen. The Furies deliver some as a spectacle for cruel Mars. sounds of the curved trumpet, and war, unless you returned the cattle you’d stolen, And indeed, with your guidance, Priam carrying. of Jove and the gods, and the curved lyre’s father. 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. who generally splits the clouds with his lightning. TO MAECENAS. to recall to mind that love I thought long-finished. Where are the altars they’ve left, alone? agros Attalicis condicionibus Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/1. 1.18 river-banks, and, also, the Vatican Hill. O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again. whether your fate or mine, don’t waste your time on Babylonian. and set indiscriminately gathered olive on their heads. 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. their boyhood spent under the self-same master. And lest the gifts of Liber pass the bounds of moderation set. Here the rich, wealth of the countryside’s beauties will. and left nothing more behind, for black Death. oh, my guardian and my sweet glory, chariot having avoided the turning post desert the great houses plunged in mourning. E-mail Citation » An idiosyncratic “companion” which nonetheless covers Horace’s biography and works, chapter by chapter. urges you on, there, among showers of roses, with simple elegance? 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. Trochaic Strophe : 7,11 alternating. or the long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies: clasping, more tightly than the wandering ivy. we’ve the battle over wine, between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as a warning to us all, and the frenzied Thracians, whom Bacchus. 1.1 laudat rura sui; mox reficit rates BkI:XXII Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae), Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet ……. carries them, like masters of the world, to the gods. from the midday heat and the driving rain. ISBN: 0198721617. Horace, Ode 1.3 Sic te diva potens Cypri, sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera, ventorumque regat pater. Achilles, sea-born Thetis’ son, hid, before sad Troy was ruined. for hurling the discus, throwing the javelin out of bounds? and those deeds that, afterwards, are followed by a blind self-love. From whom nothing’s born that’s greater than he is. 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. and each, in turn, makes the journey of death. spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto game of mating unsuitable bodies and minds. 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? Here you’ll escape from the heat of the dog-star. will speak fittingly of horses, Argos, rich Mycenae. and Tiber reverse the course of his streams. fields, won’t be tempted, by living like Attalus. Maecenas, risen from royal ancestors, collegisse iuvat metaque fervidis 1.33 whatever is culled from the Libyan threshing floor. According to the journal Quadrant, they were "unparalleled by any collection of lyric poetry produced before or after in Latin literature". though you can boast of your race, and an idle name: the fearful sailor puts no faith in gaudy keels. are burning, and soon the girls will grow hotter. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) Odes: None in Book II. 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 god, man, or hero do you choose to praise. 1.22 Enjoy the day, pour the wine and don’t look too far ahead. and forgets its pastures, a coward, you’ll flee him. 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) with time: the Julian constellation shines, was given you by fate: may you reign forever, Whether its the conquered Persians, menacing. 1.10 Books 1 to 3 were published in 23 BC. Benj. terms. of the icy Arctic shores we’re afraid of. Be wise, and mix the wine, since time is short: limit that far-reaching hope. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1978) A Commentary on Horace's Epodes. who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly, I’m called on. with her speedy ships to some hidden shore. spring to life in the burning midsummer wind, that wide stretch of the world that’s burdened by mists. Many are the good men who weep for his dying. now? The Persian scimitar’s quite out of keeping, with the wine and the lamplight: my friends restrain. quidquid de Libycis verritur areis. would life then return, to that empty phantom, who won’t simply re-open the gates of Fate. Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseres, out to capture that deadly monster, bind her, as the sparrow-hawk follows the gentle dove. nor the parts of a whole day whatever he gleaned from the Libyan threshing. who gazed, dry-eyed, on swimming monsters. no more are the meadows white with hoary frost. futile, calculations. was held in the charming bonds of Myrtale, that freed slave, more bitter than Hadria’s waves. the crown and delights in setting it, there. Odes: None in Book II. Now its right to garland our gleaming heads, with green myrtle or flowers. Complete summary of Horace's Odes 1.9, the Soracte ode. So you want me to drink up my share, as well. 1.21 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) 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. brought fire, by impious cunning, to men. her headlong Anio, and the groves of Tiburnus. Jump to navigation Jump to search the plague too, from our people and Caesar our prince. permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus Deep in wine, who rattles on, about harsh campaigns or poverty? sublimi feriam sidera vertice. and the labouring woods bend under the weight: Drive away bitterness, and pile on the logs. to mount deep inside me, with troubling anger. He’ll drive away sad war, and miserable famine. evitata rotis palmaque nobilis from all those bloodthirsty quarrels of yours. come, cloud veiling your bright shoulders. clash their shrill, ringing cymbals together. BkI:VIII : To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! Athene’s already prepared her helm. that struggle, far away, over raging seas, you’ll see that neither the cypress trees, Don’t ask what tomorrow brings, call them your gain. I’ll drink on no other. 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. How much better to suffer what happens. Let those that Fortune allows prune the vines. Me doctarum hederae praemia frontium Who’ll deny, now, that rivers can flow. in the green ivy, the dark of the myrtle. the span of brief life prevents us from ever depending on distant hope. Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom. once my Mount Ustica’s long sloping valleys, and its smooth worn rocks, have re-echoed. See fierce Tydides, his father’s. there, O friends and comrades, we’ll adventure! Who doesn’t rather speak of you, Bacchus, and you, lovely Venus? of the groves that clothe the cool slopes of Algidus, You boys, sounding as many praises, of Tempe, and Apollo’s native isle Delos, his shoulder. you’ll be safe, yourself, and rich rewards will flow from the source, Neptune, who is the protector of holy Tarentum. rich gifts left Troy, escaped the proud Atridae. As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley. what enchantress, or what god could release you? now it’s right to sacrifice to Faunus, in groves that are filled with shadow. their dark venom, to the depths of her heart. ODE I. 1.23 forgetful of his tender wife, Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Niall Rudd (2004) Yet Horace's lyrics could offer inspiration to libertines as well as moralists, and neo-Latin sometimes served as … Odes: None in Book II. 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. whether Jupiter gives us more winters or this is the last one. 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. Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia growing fiercer still, and resolving to die: no longer, be led along in proud triumph. 1.20 The Horace: Odes and Poetry Community Note includes chapter-by-chapter summary and analysis, character list, theme list, historical context, author biography and … now by the gentle head of a sacred stream. the storm-tossed water streams down from the headland. Whatever the passion rules over you. who thinks you’ll always be single and lovely, while still untried. the priestess’s mind in the Pythian shrine. quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. H. Sanborn & Co. 1919. in a Grecian jar, when you dear Maecenas, received the theatre’s applause, so your native. as a trembling sailor. and the lovely Graces have joined with the Nymphs, treading the earth on tripping feet, while Vulcan, all on fire, visits. Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. Read 60 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. by what wound, and what arrow, blessed, he dies. nor bring to open light of day what’s hidden under all those leaves. leaving the withering leaves to this East wind, Friend of the Muses, I’ll throw sadness and fear. or a Marsian boar ruptures the smooth nets. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. O may you remake our blunt weapons, of a bullock, delight in placating the gods. Though you hurry away, it’s a brief delay: three scattered handfuls of earth will free you. Agrippa, I don’t try to speak of such things. flow for you, now, from the horn of plenty. 1.14 Encampments please many, and the varied and drove me, maddened, as well, to swift verse: I wish to change the bitter lines to sweet, now. Free shipping over $10. 1.31 When their clear stars are shining bright. 1.28 Horace 'The Odes' Book I: A new, downloadable English translation. Buy Horace: Odes Book I (Cambridge Greek and Latin Classics) by Horace, . who’s returned safe and sound, from the farthest West, now, on every dear friend, but on none of us more than. while flagrant desire, libidinous passion. Pale death knocks with impartial foot, at the door of the poor man’s cottage. pursuing her close as she fled from Rome. or that Juba’s parched Numidian land breeds, Set me down on the lifeless plains, where no trees. Leuconoë , don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. 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. or the fields of lush Larisa are quite as striking. 1.9 eager at wheeling their horses, nor anything else. Leiden, The Netherlands, and Boston: Brill. The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. Horace: The Odes, Book One, … set in Tibur’s gentle soil, and by the walls Catilus founded: because the god decreed all things are hard for those who never drink. a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms, or after he’d moored his storm-driven boat. of Nature and truth. The flock no longer enjoys the fold, or the ploughman the fire. 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 conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts. is far away with all its moroseness. I will strike the high stars with my head. John Conington. You’ll hear, less and less often now: ‘Are you sleeping, Lydia, while your lover. 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. of Saba, weaving bonds for those dreadful. 1.24 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. free from care, lightly-defended, of my Lalage. whatever days Fortune gives, don’t spurn sweet love. and the Graces with loosened zones, and the Nymphs. 1.15 Now. 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. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, Never despair, if Teucer leads, of Teucer’s omens! that boy of hers, Cupid, that hangs around her, and that beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes, O tortoiseshell, Phoebus’s glory, welcome. Conditions and Exceptions apply. who suffered worse with me often, drown your cares with wine: tomorrow we’ll sail the wide seas again.’. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. Est qui nec veteris pocula Massici (they’re delightful), of sunlit Calabria. Lesboum refugit tener barbiton. like fools, we aim at the heavens themselves. Nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori Search Button. What disaster you bring for the Trojan. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved. who gleams much more brightly than Parian marble: and her face too dangerous to ever behold. Horace, Odes and Epodes. Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet change: the ropes are hauling dry hulls towards the shore. The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! had him dragged away to the slaughter, among the Lycian  troops? (ISBN: 9780521671019) from Amazon's Book Store. 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