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=== [[The Odes/Book I/1|The Dedication: To Maecenas]] ===
=== Book I ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/2|To Augustus]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/3|Virgil: Off to Greece]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/4|Spring]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/5|Treacherous Girl]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/6|A Tribute to Agrippa ]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/7|Tibur (the modern Tivoli) ]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/8|To Lydia:  Stop Ruining Sybaris! ]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/9|Winter]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/10| To Mercury]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/11| Carpe Diem]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/12|Praising Augustus]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/13|His Jealousy]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/14|The Ship of State]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/15|Nereus’ Prophecy of Troy]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/16|He Repents]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/17|The Delights of the Country]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/18|Wine]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/19|Glycera’s Beauty]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/19|To Maecenas]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/20|Hymn to Diana]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/22| Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae)]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/23| Chloë, Don’t Run.]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/24| A Lament For Quintilius]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/25| A Prophecy of Age]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/26| A Garland For Lamia]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/27| Entanglement]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/28| Three Handfuls of Earth]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/29| Off To The Wars]] ===
=== [[The Odes/Book I/30| Ode To Venus]] ===
=== I: XXXI A Prayer to Apollo ===


# [[The Odes/Book I/1|The Dedication: To Maecenas]]
What is the poet’s request to Apollo?
# [[The Odes/Book I/2|To Augustus]]
What does he pray for as he pours out the wine
# [[The Odes/Book I/3|Virgil: Off to Greece]]
from the bowl? Not for the rich harvests
# [[The Odes/Book I/4|Spring]]
of fertile Sardinia, nor the herds,
# [[The Odes/Book I/5|Treacherous Girl]]
   
# [[The Odes/Book I/6|A Tribute to Agrippa ]]
(they’re delightful), of sunlit Calabria,
# [[The Odes/Book I/7|Tibur (the modern Tivoli) ]]
not for India’s gold or its ivory,
# [[The Odes/Book I/8|To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! ]]
nor fields our silent Liris’s stream
# [[The Odes/Book I/9|Winter]]
carries away in the calm of its flow.
# [[The Odes/Book I/10| To Mercury]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/11| Carpe Diem]]
Let those that Fortune allows prune the vines,
# [[The Odes/Book I/12|Praising Augustus]]
with a Calenian knife, so rich merchants
# [[The Odes/Book I/13|His Jealousy]]
can drink their wine from a golden cup,
# [[The Odes/Book I/14|The Ship of State]]
wine they’ve purchased with Syrian goods,
# [[The Odes/Book I/15|Nereus’ Prophecy of Troy]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/16|He Repents]]
who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly,
# [[The Odes/Book I/17|The Delights of the Country]]
revisit the briny Atlantic, unscathed.
# [[The Odes/Book I/18|Wine]]
I browse on olives, and chicory
# [[The Odes/Book I/19|Glycera’s Beauty]]
and simple mallow. Apollo, the son
# [[The Odes/Book I/20|To Maecenas]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/21|Hymn to Diana]]
of Latona, let me enjoy what I have,
# [[The Odes/Book I/22| Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae)]]
and, healthy in body and mind, as I ask,
# [[The Odes/Book I/23| Chloë, Don’t Run.]]
live an old age not without honour,
# [[The Odes/Book I/24| A Lament For Quintilius]]
and one not lacking the art of the lyre.
# [[The Odes/Book I/25| A Prophecy of Age]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/26| A Garland For Lamia]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/27| Entanglement]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/28| Three Handfuls of Earth]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/29| Off To The Wars]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/30| Ode To Venus]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/31| A Prayer to Apollo]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/32| To the Lyre]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/33| Tibullus, Don’t Grieve]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/34| Fortune’s Changes]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/35| To Fortune]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/36| Numida’s Back Again]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/37| Cleopatra]]
# [[The Odes/Book I/38| The Simple Myrtle]]


=== I: XXXII To the Lyre ===
=== Index of First Lines ===


I’m called on. O Lyre, if I’ve ever played
idle things with you in the shade, that will live,
for a year or more, come and utter a song
now, of Italy:
you were first tuned by Alcaeus of Lesbos,
a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms,
or after he’d moored his storm-driven boat
on a watery shore,
he sang of the Muses, Bacchus, and Venus
that boy of hers, Cupid, that hangs around her,
and that beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes
and lovely dark hair.
O tortoiseshell, Phoebus’s glory, welcome
at the feasts of Jupiter, the almighty,
O sweet comfort and balm of our troubles, heal,
if I call you true!


=== I: XXXIII Tibullus, Don’t Grieve ===


=== Metres Used in Book I. ===
Tibullus, don’t grieve too much, when you remember
your cruel Glycera, and don’t keep on singing
those wretched elegies, or ask why, trust broken,
you’re outshone by a younger man.
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
to mate with Apulian wolves,
than Pholoë to sin with some low-down lover.
So Venus has it, who delights in the cruel
game of mating unsuitable bodies and minds,
under her heavy yoke of bronze.
I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for,
was held in the charming bonds of Myrtale,
that freed slave, more bitter than Hadria’s waves
that break in Calabria’s bay.


=== I: XXXIV Fortune’s Changes ===


Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom,
a scant and infrequent adorer of gods,
now I’m forced to set sail and return,
to go back to the paths I abandoned.
For Jupiter, Father of all of the gods,
who generally splits the clouds with his lightning,
flashing away, drove thundering horses,
and his swift chariot, through the clear sky,
till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers,
and Styx, and dread Taenarus’ hateful headland,
and Atlas’s mountain-summits shook.
The god has the power to replace the highest
with the lowest, bring down the famous, and raise
the obscure to the heights. And greedy Fortune
with her shrill whirring, carries away
the crown and delights in setting it, there.
=== I: XXXV To Fortune ===
O goddess, who rules our lovely Antium,
always ready to lift up our mortal selves,
from humble position, or alter
proud triumphs to funeral processions,
the poor farmer, in the fields, courts your favour
with anxious prayers:  you, mistress of ocean,
the sailor who cuts the Carpathian
Sea, in a Bithynian sailing boat:
you, the fierce Dacian, wandering Scythian,
cities, and peoples, and warlike Latium,
mothers of barbarous kings, tyrants,
clothed in their royal purple, all fear you,
in case you demolish the standing pillar
with a careless foot, or the tumultuous crowd
incite the peaceful:  ‘To arms, to arms’,
and shatter the supreme authority.
Grim Necessity always treads before you,
and she’s carrying the spikes and the wedges
in her bronze hand, and the harsh irons
and the molten lead aren’t absent either.
Hope cultivates you, and rarest Loyalty,
her hands bound in sacred white, will not refuse
her friendship when you, their enemy,
desert the great houses plunged in mourning.
But the disloyal mob, and the perjured whores
vanish, and friends scatter when they’ve drunk our wine
to the lees, unequal to bearing
the heavy yoke of all our misfortunes.
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
in those regions along the Red Sea’s shores.
Alas, the shame of our scars and wickedness,
and our dead brothers. What has our harsh age spared?
What sinfulness have we left untried?
What have the young men held their hands back from,
in fear of the gods? Where are the altars they’ve left
alone? O may you remake our blunt weapons
on fresh anvils so we can turn them
against the Scythians and the Arabs.
=== I: XXXVI Numida’s Back Again ===
With music, and incense, and blood
of a bullock, delight in placating the gods
that guarded our Numida well,
who’s returned safe and sound, from the farthest West, now,
showering a host of kisses
on every dear friend, but on none of us more than
lovely Lamia, remembering
their boyhood spent under the self-same master,
their togas exchanged together.
Don’t allow this sweet day to lack a white marker,
no end to the wine jars at hand,
no rest for our feet in the Salian fashion,
Don’t let wine-heavy Damalis
conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts.
Don’t let our feast lack for roses,
or the long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies:
we’ll all cast our decadent eyes
on Damalis, but Damalis won’t be parted
from that new lover of hers she’s
clasping, more tightly than the wandering ivy.
=== I: XXXVII Cleopatra ===
Now’s the time for drinking deep, and now’s the time
to beat the earth with unfettered feet, the time
to set out the gods’ sacred couches,
my friends, and prepare a Salian feast.
It would have been wrong, before today, to broach
the Caecuban wines from out the ancient bins,
while a maddened queen was still plotting
the Capitol’s and the empire’s ruin,
with her crowd of deeply-corrupted creatures
sick with turpitude, she, violent with hope
of all kinds, and intoxicated
by Fortune’s favour. But it calmed her frenzy
that scarcely a single ship escaped the flames,
and Caesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred
by Mareotic wine, to true fear,
pursuing her close as she fled from Rome,
out to capture that deadly monster, bind her,
as the sparrow-hawk follows the gentle dove
or the swift hunter chases the hare,
over the snowy plains of Thessaly.
But she, intending to perish more nobly,
showed no sign of womanish fear at the sword,
nor did she even attempt to win
with her speedy ships to some hidden shore.
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
their dark venom, to the depths of her heart,
growing fiercer still, and resolving to die:
scorning to be taken by hostile galleys,
and, no ordinary woman, yet queen
no longer, be led along in proud triumph.
=== I: XXXVIII The Simple Myrtle ===
My child, how I hate Persian ostentation,
garlands twined around lime-tree bark displease me:
forget your chasing, to find all the places
where late roses fade.
You’re eager, take care, that nothing enhances
the simple myrtle:  it’s not only you that
it graces, the servant, but me as I drink,
beneath the dark vine.
== Index of First Lines ==
Maecenas, descendant of royal ancestors,6
The Father’s sent enough dread hail7
May the goddess, queen of Cyprus,9
Fierce winter slackens its grip:  it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet ……11
What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume,12
You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror13
Let others sing in praise of Rhodes, or Mytilene,14
Lydia, by all the gods,16
See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall,17
Mercury, eloquent grandson of Atlas,18
Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us,19
What god, man, or hero do you choose to praise. 20
When you, Lydia, start to praise. 22
O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again.23
While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest,24
O lovelier child of a lovely mother,26
Swift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange. 27
Cultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines,28
Cruel Venus, Cupid’s mother,29
Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups,30
O tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana,31
The man who is pure of life, and free of sin,32
You run away from me as a fawn does, Chloë,33
What limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss. 34
Now the young men come less often, violently. 35
Friend of the Muses, I’ll throw sadness and fear36
To fight with wine-cups intended for pleasure. 37
You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land,38
of the sea, of wide sands, are entombed. 38
Iccius, are you gazing with envy, now,40
O Venus, the queen of Cnidos and Paphos,41
What is the poet’s request to Apollo?. 42
I’m called on. O Lyre, if I’ve ever played. 43
Tibullus, don’t grieve too much, when you remember44
Once I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom,45
O goddess, who rules our lovely Antium,46
Now’s the time for drinking deep, and now’s the time. 49
My child, how I hate Persian ostentation,51
== Metres Used in Book I. ==
The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) in a given line.
Alcaic Strophe:  11 (5+6) twice, 9, 10   
used in Odes:  9,16,17,26,27,29,31,34,35,37
Sapphic and Adonic:  11(5+6) three times, 5
Odes:  2,10,12,20,22,25,30,32,38
First Asclepiadean:  12 (6+6) all lines
Ode:  1
Second Asclepiadean:  8, 12 (6+6), alternating
Odes:  3,13,19,36
Third Asclepiadean:  12 (6+6) three times, 8
Odes:  6,15,24,33
Fourth Asclepiadean:  12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8
Odes:  5,14,21,23
Fifth Asclepiadean:  16 (6+4+6) all lines
Ode:  11, 18
Alcmanic Strophe:  17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating
Odes:  7,28
First Archilochian:  17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating
Odes:  None in Book I
Fourth Archilochian Strophe:  18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating
Ode:  4
Second Sapphic Strophe:  7, 15 (5+10) alternating
Ode:  8
Trochaic Strophe:  7,11 alternating
Odes:  None in Book I
Ionic a Minore:  16 twice, 8
Odes:  None in Book I
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Latest revision as of 10:09, 28 January 2013

The Odes
Book I
written by Horace 		Book II
Latin original text - French Ulysse de Séguier's translation



Book I

  1. The Dedication: To Maecenas
  2. To Augustus
  3. Virgil: Off to Greece
  4. Spring
  5. Treacherous Girl
  6. A Tribute to Agrippa
  7. Tibur (the modern Tivoli)
  8. To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris!
  9. Winter
  10. To Mercury
  11. Carpe Diem
  12. Praising Augustus
  13. His Jealousy
  14. The Ship of State
  15. Nereus’ Prophecy of Troy
  16. He Repents
  17. The Delights of the Country
  18. Wine
  19. Glycera’s Beauty
  20. To Maecenas
  21. Hymn to Diana
  22. Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae)
  23. Chloë, Don’t Run.
  24. A Lament For Quintilius
  25. A Prophecy of Age
  26. A Garland For Lamia
  27. Entanglement
  28. Three Handfuls of Earth
  29. Off To The Wars
  30. Ode To Venus
  31. A Prayer to Apollo
  32. To the Lyre
  33. Tibullus, Don’t Grieve
  34. Fortune’s Changes
  35. To Fortune
  36. Numida’s Back Again
  37. Cleopatra
  38. The Simple Myrtle

Index of First Lines

Metres Used in Book I.

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