Horace, Literally Tr. by W. Smart

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. 1830. Excerpt: ... ing of quitting the field with unstrung bow. Careless, as if a private man, forbear to be too solicitous lest the community be in any difficulty; and joyful seize the gifts of the present hour, and quit grave matters. ODE IX. Poet and Lydia. P. While I was agreeable to you, nor any more favoured youth clasped his arms round your white neck, I flourished happier than the king of the Persians. L. While you burned not more for another, nor stood Lydia after Chloe, I Lydia, of distinguished fame, flourished greater than the Roman Ilia. P. Cretan Chloe now rules me, skilled in sweet measures, and mistress of the lyre; for whom I would not shrink to die, if the fates would spare her life to surviving Chloe. L. Calais, the son of Thurian Ornithus, fires me with a mutual flame; for whom I would twice bear to die, if the fates would spare the surviving youth. P. What if the old love returns, and joins us separated, with a yoke of brass?--if yellow-haired Chloe be shaken off, and the door be open to rejected Lydia? L. Though he be brighter than the sun, you lighter than cork, and angrier than the rough Adriatic--with you I should love to live, with you willing I would die. ODE X. To Lyce. Lyce, if married to a barbarian, you had drunk of the remote Tanais, yet you might lament to expose me, prostrate before your obdurate doors, to the abiding north winds. Hear you with what noise your gate, with what noise the grove planted about the fair buildings, rebellows to the winds? and how Jupiter with serene effect congeals the snow laid on the ground? Lay aside disdain offensive to Venus, lest while the wheel (of fortune) is turning, the rope should fall back. Your Tyrrhenian father begat you not a Penelope, inaccessible to your suitors. O though neither gifts nor prayers...