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Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes

John Conington, Ed.
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Yet again thou wak'st the flame text.
That long had slumber'd! Spare me, Venus, spare!
Trust me, I am not the same hideStable Identifiers
As in the reign of Cinara, kind and fair. Citation URI:
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On this old heart, by fifty years made hard, eng1:4.1
Cruel Mother of sweet Love! Text URI:
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With thy purple cygnets fly eng1
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The trembling client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied, eng1
Master of each manly taste,
Shall bear thy conquering banners far and wide.
Let him smile in triumph gay,
True heart, victorious over lavish hand,
By the Alban lake that day
'Neath citron roof all marble shalt thou stand:
Incense there and fragrant spice
With odorous fumes thy nostrils shall salute;
Blended notes thine ear entice,
The lyre, the pipe, the Berecyntine flute:
Graceful youths and maidens bright
Shall twice a day thy tuneful praise resound,
While their feet, so fair and white,
In Salian measure three times beat the ground.
I can relish love no more,
Nor flattering hopes that tell me hearts are true,
Nor the revel's loud uproar,
Nor fresh-wreathed flowerets, bathed in vernal dew.
Ah! but why, my Ligurine,
Steal trickling tear-drops down my wasted cheek?
Wherefore halts this tongue of mine,
So eloquent once, so faltering now and weak?
Now I hold you in my chain,
And clasp you close, all in a nightly dream;
Now, still dreaming, o'er the plain
I chase you; now, ah cruel! down the stream.

Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. John Conington. trans. London. George Bell and Sons. 1882.

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