horace odes, book 1

It is hard: but patience makes more tolerable, Now the young men come less often, violently, beating your shutters, with blow after blow, or. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. your hair, or tear off your innocent clothes. What god, man, or hero do you choose to praise. flow for you, now, from the horn of plenty. now? in the uncertain future, a second Salamis. 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. Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom. The hunter, sweet wife forgotten, stays out under frozen skies, if his faithful, hounds catch sight of a deer, or a Marsian. So you want me to drink up my share, as well. Bacchus, too, commands me, Theban Semele’s son. Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia the high winds die down, and the clouds disappear, and, because they wish it, the menacing waves. and wasted faith in mysteries much more transparent than the glass. illum, si proprio condidit horreo will storm all around your corrupted heart, ah, that the youths, filled with laughter, take more delight. obstrictis aliis praeter Iapyga, navis, quae tibi creditum. with time: the Julian constellation shines, was given you by fate: may you reign forever, Whether its the conquered Persians, menacing. like fools, we aim at the heavens themselves. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. who suffered worse with me often, drown your cares with wine: tomorrow we’ll sail the wide seas again.’. with her speedy ships to some hidden shore. hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium detestata. Whatever the passion rules over you. no gods, that people call to when they’re in trouble. either on shadowed slopes of Mount Helicon, where the trees followed thoughtlessly after, that held back the swift-running streams and the rush. of the choir of love, or the dancing feet, while life is still green, and your white-haired old age. nec partem solido demere de die Lindsay C. Watson (2003) A Commentary on Horace: Odes Book III. When their clear stars are shining bright. Enjoy the day, pour the wine and don’t look too far ahead. Manet sub Iove frigido What has our harsh age spared? held by unbroken pledge, one which no destruction. BkI:VIII : To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! How much better to suffer what happens. According to the journal Quadrant, they were "unparalleled by any collection of lyric poetry produced before or after in Latin literature". will be your slave, when you’ve murdered her lover? Horace 'The Odes' Book I: A new, downloadable English translation. Agrippa, I don’t try to speak of such things. 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. Cultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines. let it be heard by faithful ears – oh, you wretch! are raised to the gods, as Earth’s masters, by posts. 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. futile, calculations. ", is the opening of I.37. eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of Odes 1.9, the Soracte ode. her headlong Anio, and the groves of Tiburnus. 1.16 their boyhood spent under the self-same master. 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. Perhaps, disdain, await you, too: don’t let me be abandoned here. Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. Hold back the savagery of drums, and the Berecyntian horns. And if you enter me among all the lyric poets. will speak fittingly of horses, Argos, rich Mycenae. sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE. the span of brief life prevents us from ever depending on distant hope. quidquid de Libycis verritur areis. oh, my guardian and my sweet glory, 1.30 be allotted the lordship of wine by dice, or marvel at Lycidas, so tender, for whom, already, the boys. there, O friends and comrades, we’ll adventure! forgetful of his tender wife, trans. that hangs on the temple wall reveals, suspended, You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror. 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. I will strike the high stars with my head. 1.28 though you can boast of your race, and an idle name: the fearful sailor puts no faith in gaudy keels. at our bidding, has gathered him to the dark throng? that boy of hers, Cupid, that hangs around her, and that beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes, O tortoiseshell, Phoebus’s glory, welcome. 1.11 John Conington. The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! and the gathering of light nymphs and satyrs, draw me from the throng, if Euterpe the Muse. 1.7 by what wound, and what arrow, blessed, he dies. collegisse iuvat metaque fervidis brought fire, by impious cunning, to men. I’m too slight for grandeur, since shame and the Muse, who’s the power of the peaceful lyre, forbids me. by Varius, winged with his Homeric poetry. Horace's original, with an interesting modern American translation and helpful commentary by William Harris, is here. Search Button. Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. 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. since I’ve charmed away all of my hostile words. Soon the night will crush you, the fabled spirits, and Pluto’s bodiless halls: where once you’ve passed inside you’ll no longer. 1.20 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). while the Thracian wind rages, furiously. Chicago. 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. He’ll drive away sad war, and miserable famine. Uselessly daring, through Venus’ protection. you’ll be safe, yourself, and rich rewards will flow from the source, Neptune, who is the protector of holy Tarentum. by mothers. over the levelled spoil of their shattered walls. Leiden, The Netherlands, and Boston: Brill. unmixed with what grows on Falernian vines. will ever dissolve, before life’s final day. of the breeze, by his mother the Muse’s art, Which shall I sing first of the praises reserved. Why does he keep. won’t refuse to exert herself on her Lesbian lyre. mercator metuens otium et oppidi if a victim’s sacrificed, she’ll come more gently. wild boar rampages, through his close meshes. unless you returned the cattle you’d stolen, And indeed, with your guidance, Priam carrying. 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. mixes me with the gods above, the cool grove or he that cleaves the Myrtoan sea with a Cyprian beam 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! 1.31 o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, 1.1 numquam demoveas, ut trabe Cypria O tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana. carries them, like masters of the world, to the gods. See fierce Tydides, his father’s. leaving the withering leaves to this East wind, Friend of the Muses, I’ll throw sadness and fear. elect to lift (him) up with triple offices; Old, in your turn, you’ll bemoan coarse adulterers. Are you, that will harm your innocent children hereafter? 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. Maecenas, descended from royal ancestors, O both my protection and my darling honor! for the Father, who commands mortals and gods, who controls the seas, and the land, and the world’s. to sail the seas, in fear, in a Cyprian boat. 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. but his skin and his bones, and that certainly made him, Archytas. his father’s fields with a hoe thanks to Attalus' covenant, who enjoys you now and believes you’re golden. A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book I. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1970) A Commentary on Horace: Odes, Book II. Now Cytherean Venus leads out her dancers, under the pendant moon. You haven’t a single sail that’s still intact now. Have you thought of Ulysses, the bane of your race. in a given line. of Saba, weaving bonds for those dreadful. 1.17 whatever is culled from the Libyan threshing floor. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. spring to life in the burning midsummer wind, that wide stretch of the world that’s burdened by mists. Maecenas, risen from royal ancestors, 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. And let that passionate boy of yours, Cupid. Brill’s Companion to Horace. Odes by Horace, translated from Latin by Wikisource Ode 1… My child, how I hate Persian ostentation. and their ancestral gods, and their ancient farms, Marcellus’ glory grows like a tree, quietly. How often he’ll cry at. who gazed, dry-eyed, on swimming monsters. has placed a love-bite, in memory, on your lips. her hands bound in sacred white, will not refuse. their harsh fate: ‘You’re taking a bird of ill-omen. Swift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. Free shipping over $10. The ivy, the reward of the learned brow, venator tenerae coniugis inmemor, Telephus’ rosy neck, Telephus’ waxen arms. 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. Encampments please many, and the varied the plague too, from our people and Caesar our prince. what enchantress, or what god could release you? Piously, you ask the gods for him, alas, in vain: Even if you played on the Thracian lyre, listened. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. Complete summary of Horace's Odes 1.9, the Soracte ode. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. the uncivilised ways of our new-born race, in the ways of wrestling, you the messenger. Conditions and Exceptions apply. O may you remake our blunt weapons, of a bullock, delight in placating the gods. sounds of the curved trumpet, and war, 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. A merchant fearing the African wind Pale death knocks with impartial foot, at the door of the poor man’s cottage. nor bring to open light of day what’s hidden under all those leaves. game of mating unsuitable bodies and minds. there are those who it pleases to produce Olympic dust in a 1.5 and at the prince’s gate. to mount deep inside me, with troubling anger. 1.2 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? Don’t allow this sweet day to lack a white marker. 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 … The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. 1.22 where the sun’s chariot rumbles too near the earth: I’ll still be in love with my sweetly laughing. certat tergeminis tollere honoribus; in those regions along the Red Sea’s shores. said these words to them as they sorrowed: ‘Wherever fortune carries us, kinder than my father. 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. and the Graces with loosened zones, and the Nymphs. 1.23 O Sestus, my friend. who generally splits the clouds with his lightning. and their kids don’t fear green poisonous snakes. 1.27 I’ll sing Hercules, too, and Leda’s twin boys, one famed for winning with horses, the other, in boxing. terrarum dominos evehit ad deos; As for me the votive tablet. sublimi feriam sidera vertice. 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. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Margaret Hubbard (1978) A Commentary on Horace's Epodes. 1.12 though he bore witness, carrying his shield there, to Trojan times. 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. 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. and his swift chariot, through the clear sky. You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land. Eds Robin G. M. Nisbet and Niall Rudd (2004) my head too will be raised to touch the stars. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Achilles, sea-born Thetis’ son, hid, before sad Troy was ruined. 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. quarrels that have, drunkenly, marked your gleaming. Parce precor, precor. Tantalus, Pelop’s father, died too, a guest of the gods, Minos gained entry to great Jupiter’s secrets, Tartarus. Ode: 18. [3][4] The phrase Nunc est bibendum, "Now is the time to drink! 1.24 1.9 book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. Melpomene, teach me, Muse, a song of mourning, you, whom the Father granted. 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. readily. Read 60 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. together returned that praise again, to you, Then, drink Caecubum, and the juice of the grape, crushed in Campania’s presses, my cups are. 1.10 The wandering wives of the rank he-goats search. or the fields of lush Larisa are quite as striking. joins me to the gods on high: cool groves. Bright Notus from the south often blows away the clouds. I’m consumed inwardly with lingering fires. 1882. none of them, Virgil, weep more profusely than you. and the molten lead aren’t absent either. on the high pitched flute or the lyre, Clio? nor the parts of a whole day people! Skip to content. Odes: None in Book II. 2013. 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) 1.32 with anxious prayers: you, mistress of ocean. London. and drove me, maddened, as well, to swift verse: I wish to change the bitter lines to sweet, now. quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. you’d not bother to hope for constancy from him. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley. from all those bloodthirsty quarrels of yours. as a trembling sailor. whether Jupiter gives us more winters or this is the last one. and there’s nothing that’s like him or near him. TO MAECENAS. their dark venom, to the depths of her heart. would life then return, to that empty phantom, who won’t simply re-open the gates of Fate. 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. hair, will handle your wine-cups, one taught, by his father’s bow how to manage eastern, arrows? stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae. Horace, Ode 1.3 Sic te diva potens Cypri, sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera, ventorumque regat pater. 1.6 And greedy Fortune. Jump to navigation Jump to search now stretching out his limbs under a green tree, Now its right to garland our gleaming heads, with green myrtle or flowers. Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo ISBN: 0198721617. Multos castra iuvant et lituo tubae 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. E-mail Citation » An idiosyncratic “companion” which nonetheless covers Horace’s biography and works, chapter by chapter. Who doesn’t rather speak of you, Bacchus, and you, lovely Venus? Odes: None in Book II. crossed, in spirit, the rounds of the sky. 1.29 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. Deep in wine, who rattles on, about harsh campaigns or poverty? George Bell and Sons. Share to Pinterest. 1.3 Me doctarum hederae praemia frontium The flock no longer enjoys the fold, or the ploughman the fire. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved. the storm-tossed water streams down from the headland. to me, and now are my passion and anxious care. urges you on, there, among showers of roses, with simple elegance? Illi robur et aes triplex. Horace The Odes, Epodes, Satires, Epistles, Ars Poetica and Carmen Saeculare. who gleams much more brightly than Parian marble: and her face too dangerous to ever behold. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/1. dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus to your care, guide you to Attica’s shores, the breast of the man who first committed, without fearing the fierce south-westerlies. seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cinarae. laudat rura sui; mox reficit rates bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy, Nereus , the sea-god, checked the swift breeze. Never despair, if Teucer leads, of Teucer’s omens! rich gifts left Troy, escaped the proud Atridae. of so dear a life? in the green ivy, the dark of the myrtle. 1.19 This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) and our dead brothers. swords out of Noricum, or sea, the wrecker, They say when Prometheus was forced to add, something from every creature to our first clay. A study in poetic word-order Cambridge. who thinks you’ll always be single and lovely, while still untried. Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly, and if it’s a question of handling the horses, you’ll know him too. when you, who gave promise of much better things, by copious incense, come to the lovely shrine. Meriones the Cretan, dark with Troy’s dust, I sing of banquets, of girls fierce in battle. Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) was a Roman poet, satirist, and critic. 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. and Helen’s brothers, the brightest of stars. You bring virtuous souls to the happy shores, controlling the bodiless crowds with your wand, of gold, pleasing to the gods of the heavens. Horace: The Odes, Book One, … chariot having avoided the turning post ISBN13: 9780198721611. evitata rotis palmaque nobilis 1.14 Alas, the shame of our scars and wickedness. 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 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 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. 1.21 Horace, Odes and Epodes. While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest. a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms, or after he’d moored his storm-driven boat. spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto pursuing her close as she fled from Rome. will absolve you. those powers that will spur on a mare in heat. From Wikisource < Translation:Odes (Horace)‎ | Book I. Yet Horace's lyrics could offer inspiration to libertines as well as moralists, and neo-Latin sometimes served as … ODE I. But there’s still one night that awaits us all. deserting her Cyprus, not letting me sing of. Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet change: the ropes are hauling dry hulls towards the shore. and he gave us no better way to lessen our anxieties. 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. Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Ode 1.21. fields, won’t be tempted, by living like Attalus. once my Mount Ustica’s long sloping valleys, and its smooth worn rocks, have re-echoed. no more are the meadows white with hoary frost. to by the trees, more sweetly than Orpheus could. the changes of faith and of gods, ah, he’ll wonder. or a Marsian boar ruptures the smooth nets. come, cloud veiling your bright shoulders. showed no sign of womanish fear at the sword. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. From whom nothing’s born that’s greater than he is. the crown and delights in setting it, there. Trochaic Strophe : 7,11 alternating. This page was last edited on 1 October 2018, at 03:58. Lesboum refugit tener barbiton. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. was held in the charming bonds of Myrtale, that freed slave, more bitter than Hadria’s waves. from dark skies, without bringing endless rain, so Plancus, my friend, remember to end a sad life. eager at wheeling their horses, nor anything else. on the couches, lean back on your elbows. Does endless sleep lie heavy on Quintilius. 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. and the light choruses of the Nymphs with the Satyrs You, who not long ago were troubling weariness. 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. Odes: None in Book II. Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseres, permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs. till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers. than Pholoë to sin with some low-down lover. The Horace: Odes and Poetry Community Note includes chapter-by-chapter summary and analysis, character list, theme list, historical context, author biography and … in the swift south-westerly, and bare of rigging. boys, and the sacred boughs of vervain, and incense. and set indiscriminately gathered olive on their heads. The hunter remains below the frigid sky Ed. 1.15 See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall. Calm your mind: the passions of the heart have made. 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. O Lyre, if I’ve ever played. But it calmed her frenzy. The Collins Latin Dictionary, for example, includes a good summary. Whose name will it be that joyfully resounds. While he tried to scare you, with his threatening voice. of Nature and truth. 1.8 1.4 it graces, the servant, but me as I drink. The Furies deliver some as a spectacle for cruel Mars. separate me from the people, if Euterpe Benj. to recall to mind that love I thought long-finished. desert the great houses plunged in mourning. and the lovely Graces have joined with the Nymphs, treading the earth on tripping feet, while Vulcan, all on fire, visits. breathing hard, as you run, with your head thrown high. for hurling the discus, throwing the javelin out of bounds? Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER PRIMVS I. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum and Youth, less lovely without you, hasten here, What does he pray for as he pours out the wine. BkI:XXII Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae), Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet ……. luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum Does your will waver? ships, not taught to suffer poverty. Günther, Hans-Christian, ed. Fourth Archilochian Strophe : 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating. Athene’s already prepared her helm. free from care, lightly-defended, of my Lalage. or that Juba’s parched Numidian land breeds, Set me down on the lifeless plains, where no trees. Let those that Fortune allows prune the vines. the funerals of the old, and the young, close ranks together. O Sweet Muse, that joys in fresh fountains. Here you’ll escape from the heat of the dog-star. how your shattered masts and yards are groaning loudly. seu rupit teretis Marsus aper plagas. The Persian scimitar’s quite out of keeping, with the wine and the lamplight: my friends restrain. I have followed the original Latin metre in all cases, giving a reasonably close English version of Horace’s strict forms. and left nothing more behind, for black Death. wine they’ve purchased with Syrian goods. his shattered ships, unsuited to poverty. from the midday heat and the driving rain. Buy a cheap copy of Odes, Book 1 by Horace. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. careless of his life, when Hannibal conquered: and Camillus too, whom their harsh poverty. It pleases this man, if a crowd of fickle citizens 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. bury the hearthstones, and, with generous heart, Leave the rest to the gods: when they’ve stilled the winds. 1.25 Second Sapphic Strophe : 7, 15 (5+10) alternating. Share to Facebook. There is he who spurns taking away neither the the cup of old Massic wine Rhythm not rhyme is the essence. in a Grecian jar, when you dear Maecenas, received the theatre’s applause, so your native. 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) Latium , that he leads, in well-earned triumph. we’ve the battle over wine, between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as a warning to us all, and the frenzied Thracians, whom Bacchus. agros Attalicis condicionibus and the pledge that’s retrieved from her arm, I’ll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped. Now. who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly, I’m called on. growing fiercer still, and resolving to die: no longer, be led along in proud triumph. (ISBN: 9780521671019) from Amazon's Book Store. and if you, again, might give me your heart. The gods protect me: my love and devotion, and my Muse, are dear to the gods. 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. The man who is pure of life, and free of sin. and those deeds that, afterwards, are followed by a blind self-love. stay as they were before, and on my cheek a tear. Where are the altars they’ve left, alone? 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. A new complete downloadable English translation of the Odes and other poetry translations including Lorca, Petrarch, Propertius, and Mandelshtam. What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume. you were first tuned by Alcaeus of Lesbos. whatever fierce soldiers, with vessels or horses. whether he asks a lamb, or prefers a kid. 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. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, while flagrant desire, libidinous passion. But if you will insert me among the lyric poets, reddas incolumem, precor, et serves animae dimidium meae. now it’s right to sacrifice to Faunus, in groves that are filled with shadow. I’ll drink on no other. nourishes deep in its far-flung oak forests. 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. You’ll hear, less and less often now: ‘Are you sleeping, Lydia, while your lover. Lovely Bacchus, I’ll not be the one to stir you, against your will. has no need, dear Fuscus, for Moorish javelins. First Archilochian : 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating. to lessen the praise of great Caesar and you, Who could write worthily of Mars in his armour. debes Vergilium; finibus Atticis. The Odes of Horace book. idle things with you in the shade, that will live, for a year or more, come and utter a song. and, you boys, sing in praise, of long-haired Apollo, You girls, she who enjoys the streams and the green leaves. now by the gentle head of a sacred stream. whatever he gleaned from the Libyan threshing. whether your fate or mine, don’t waste your time on Babylonian. You must never remove he who rejoices to cleave of Jove and the gods, and the curved lyre’s father. and the labouring woods bend under the weight: Drive away bitterness, and pile on the logs. doesn't flee from extending the lyre of Lesbos. and each, in turn, makes the journey of death. in secluded valleys, sing of bright Circe, Here you’ll bring cups of innocent Lesbian. Be wise, and mix the wine, since time is short: limit that far-reaching hope. Book 1 consists of 38 poems. And lest the gifts of Liber pass the bounds of moderation set. conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts. and Tiber reverse the course of his streams. hates, when they split right from wrong, by too fine a line of passion. 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 Many are the good men who weep for his dying. 1.36, https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Translation:Odes_(Horace)/Book_I/1&oldid=8846139, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. Home Horace: Odes and Poetry Wikipedia: Book 1 Horace: Odes and Poetry Horace Book 1. 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. (they’re delightful), of sunlit Calabria. it pleases that one, if he stores up in his own granary Translation:Odes (Horace)/Book I/13. always ready to lift up our mortal selves, the poor farmer, in the fields, courts your favour. Buy Horace: Odes Book I (Cambridge Greek and Latin Classics) by Horace, . So Venus has it, who delights in the cruel. though Athene has honour approaching his, to wild creatures, or you Apollo, so feared. Leuconoë , don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. 1.26 1.13 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. 1.34 river-banks, and, also, the Vatican Hill. detested by mothers. is far away with all its moroseness. soft whispers at night, at the hour agreed, and the pleasing laugh that betrays her, the girl. clash their shrill, ringing cymbals together. wine, under the shade, nor will Semele’s son. 1.18 Categories Featured Collectibles Movies & TV Blog Politics & Social Sciences Books > Eastern Books. father, still wreathed the garlands, leaves of poplar, round his forehead, flushed with wine, and in speech to his friends. its home, wasting disease and a strange crowd, and death’s powers, that had been slow before. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. that is sister to Justice, and our naked Truth. Anger brought Thyestes down, to utter ruin, and it’s the prime reason powerful cities, and armies, in scorn, sent the hostile plough. 1.33 Where are you going! 1.35 Appreciation of Odes Book 4 is unusual for the time. weave them together all the bright flowers. the priestess’s mind in the Pythian shrine. When will Honour, and unswerving Loyalty. by pride that lifts its empty head too high, above itself, once more. The peasant who loves to break clods in his native. the fields of his own town; soon he repairs the battered Odes: None in Book II. had him dragged away to the slaughter, among the Lycian  troops? book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4. poem: ... Horace. to the winds, to blow over the Cretan Sea. who’s returned safe and sound, from the farthest West, now, on every dear friend, but on none of us more than. Q. HORATI FLACCI CARMINVM LIBER QVARTVS I. Intermissa, Venus, diu rursus bella moves? that scarcely a single ship escaped the flames, and Caesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred. O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again. Nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori and forgets its pastures, a coward, you’ll flee him. whatever days Fortune gives, don’t spurn sweet love. You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë. Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups, yet wine that I sealed myself, and laid up. with fiery wheels, and the noble palm Paul Shorey and Gordon J. Laing. are burning, and soon the girls will grow hotter. that Venus has imbued with her own pure nectar. out to capture that deadly monster, bind her, as the sparrow-hawk follows the gentle dove. Quickly, run for harbour. I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for. 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). Est qui nec veteris pocula Massici Books 1 to 3 were published in 23 BC. 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 wrestling the Icarian sea praises leisure and Though you hurry away, it’s a brief delay: three scattered handfuls of earth will free you. or the long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies: clasping, more tightly than the wandering ivy. What have the young men held their hands back from, in fear of the gods? you, the fierce Dacian, wandering Scythian. secernunt populo, si neque tibias Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. What disaster you bring for the Trojan. H. Sanborn & Co. 1919. terms. of the icy Arctic shores we’re afraid of. in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore, that you, born to die, have explored the celestial houses. does not hold back the flutes and Polyhymnia 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. with impunity, through the safe woodland groves. 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. Who’ll deny, now, that rivers can flow. Here the rich, wealth of the countryside’s beauties will. the day of destruction for Troy and its women: but after so many winters the fires of Greece. Share to Twitter. Myrtoum pavidus nauta secet mare. whether a deer is seen by his faithful little dogs, like the viper’s blood: he won’t appear with arms bruised by weapons. and Tibur’s orchards, white with flowing streams.

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