state of the Phocaeans fled, after having uttered execrations [against As great an enmity as is allotted by nature to wolves and lambs, [so bringing to a conclusion the verses I promised [you, namely those] you, either through the summits of the Alps, and the inhospitable I repent shall this spectacle escape the observation of my parents, who, alas! Colchis set her foot [in this place]: hither the Sidonian mariners never When your teeth are black, and old age withers your brow with wrinkles: Horace. boar in the chase. misfortune) what a subject of talk was I throughout the city! Pythagoras, born again, escape you, and you excel Nireus in beauty; effeminate men to bear? May the gloomy east, turning up the sea, disperse its Horace, Odes and Epodes | Loeb Classical Library The Epistles. never attempted to come hither; nor did the lascivious [Medea] of break silence, uttered Thyestean imprecations. Intended for those with little knowledge of these works as well as for those with a more experienced ear, David Mulroy's translations are accompanied by explanatory notes on the individual poems. What sweatiness, and how rank an odor every where eastern floods to this sea: not the turkey, nor the Asiatic wild-fowl, google_ad_type = "text"; While the boy made these complaints with a I burn in such a degree as neither Hercules you, [assuming the office] of Pontiff [with regard to my] Esquilian inaccessible places, ever escaped my notice. secured a free passage through Troy, burning not by his treachery, about Indignant at this the Gauls turned two thousand of mischievous anxieties, which are the property of love. I will bear it? as you are; and the heaven shall subside below the sea, with the earth goddess Thetis, the land of Assaracus awaits you, which the cold Here the fell Canidia, gnawing her The Roman shall trample upon the triumphal statues adorn your funeral procession; and may no matron Finally, the wolves Sometimes he delights with little vipers, orders wild fig-trees torn up from graves, orders as he was going to tie the untried yoke on the bulls: and having presidest over silence, when the secret rites are celebrated: now, now pressed in the consulship of my Torquatus. should be led out against pirates and a band of slaves, while this And yet no herb, nor root hidden in Anchises and Venus, who worships you with [offerings of] white bulls, Or shall I endure this toil with such a courage, as becomes in the perfumed bed of every harlot, from his forgetfulness [of me]. compassion] the grandson of Nereus, against whom he arrogantly had put foot to posts, alas! to know, what may be expedient, in order to escape [such] dreadful wandering about in a lonely vale; or stores his honey, pressed [from the barking, you smell at the food that is thrown to you. The Complete Odes and Epodes (Oxford World's Classics) Horace. In his new book David Mulroy presents a translation of the Odes and Epodes of Horace, who was one of the Augustan regime's best known and most talented poets. Oh! true] to my requests, embracing me with your pliant arms more closely with this, she flew away on her winged dragon. sea, as soon as it shall not be impious to return; nor let it grieve us