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# [[The Odes/Book II/18|Vain Riches]]
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=== BkII:XIX To Bacchus ===
# [[The Odes/Book II/19|To Bacchus]]
 
 
I saw Bacchus on distant cliffs - believe me,
 
O posterity - he was teaching songs there,
 
and the Nymphs were learning them, and all
 
the goat-footed Satyrs with pointed ears.
 
 
Evoe! My mind fills with fresh fear, my heart
 
filled with Bacchus, is troubled, and violently
 
rejoices. Evoe! Spare me, Liber,
 
dreaded for your mighty thyrsus, spare me.
 
 
It’s right to sing of the wilful Bacchantes,
 
the fountain of wine, and the rivers of milk,
 
to sing of the honey that’s welling,
 
and sliding down from the hollow tree-trunks:
 
 
It’s right to sing of your bride turned goddess, your
 
Ariadne, crowned among stars: the palace
 
of Pentheus, shattered in ruins,
 
and the ending of Thracian Lycurgus.
 
 
You direct the streams, and the barbarous sea,
 
and on distant summits, you drunkenly tie
 
the hair of the Bistonian women,
 
with harmless knots made of venomous snakes.
 
 
When the impious army of Giants tried
 
to climb through the sky to Jupiter’s kingdom,
 
you hurled back Rhoetus, with the claws
 
and teeth of the terrifying lion.
 
 
Though you’re said to be more suited to dancing,
 
laughter, and games, and not equipped to suffer
 
the fighting, nevertheless you shared
 
the thick of battle as well as the peace.
 
 
Cerberus saw you, unharmed, and adorned
 
with your golden horn, and, stroking you gently,
 
with his tail, as you departed, licked
 
your ankles and feet with his triple tongue.
 
 
 
 
 
=== BkII:XX Poetic Immortality ===
=== BkII:XX Poetic Immortality ===



Revision as of 07:08, 20 July 2009

Book I The Odes
Book II
written by Horace
Book III
Translated by A. S. Kline




  1. To Pollio, Writing His History of the Civil Wars
  2. Money
  3. One Ending
  4. Loving A Servant Girl
  5. Be Patient
  6. Tibur and Tarentum
  7. A Friend Home From the Wars
  8. Faithless Barine
  9. Stop Weeping
  10. The Golden Mean
  11. Don’t Ask
  12. Terentia’s Singing
  13. Nearly, Tree
  14. Eheu Fugaces
  15. Excess
  16. Contentment
  17. We’ll Go Together
  18. Vain Riches
  19. To Bacchus

BkII:XX Poetic Immortality

A poet of dual form, I won’t be carried

through the flowing air on weak or mundane wings,

nor will I linger down here on earth,

for any length of time: beyond envy,


I’ll leave the cities behind. It’s not I, born

of poor parents, it’s not I, who hear your voice,

beloved Maecenas, I who’ll die,

or be encircled by Stygian waters.


Even now the rough skin is settling around

my ankles, and now above them I’ve become

a snow-white swan, and soft feathers are

emerging over my arms and shoulders.


Soon, a melodious bird, and more famous

than Icarus, Daedalus’ son, I’ll visit

Bosphorus’ loud shores, Gaetulian

Syrtes, and the Hyperborean plains.


Colchis will know me, so will the Scythians,

who pretend to show no fear of Italian

troops, and the Geloni: Spain will learn

from me, the expert, and those who drink Rhone.


No dirges at my insubstantial funeral,

no elegies, and no unseemly grieving:

suppress all the clamour, not for me

the superfluous honour of a tomb.





Index of First Lines

You’re handling the Civil Wars, since Metellus. 5

Crispus, silver concealed in the greedy earth. 7

When things are troublesome, always remember,8

Phocian Xanthis, don’t be ashamed of love. 9

She’s not ready to bear a yoke on her bowed. 10

Septimus, you, who are prepared to visit11

O Pompey, often led, with me, by Brutus,12

If any punishment ever visited. 13

The rain doesn’t fall from the clouds forever14

You’ll live more virtuously, my Murena,15

Don’t ask what the warlike Spaniards are plotting,16

You’d not wish the theme of Numantia’s fierce wars. 17

Tree, whoever planted you first it was done. 18

Oh how the years fly, Postumus, Postumus,20

Not long now and our princely buildings will leave. 21

It’s peace the sailor asks of the gods, when he’s. 22

Why do you stifle me with your complaining?. 24

There’s no ivory, there’s no. 26

I saw Bacchus on distant cliffs - believe me,28

A poet of dual form, I won’t be carried. 30



Metres Used in Book II.

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: 1,3,5,7,9,11,13,14,15,17,19, 20


Sapphic and Adonic: 11(5+6) three times, 5

Odes: 2,4,6,8,10,16


First Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) all lines

Odes: None in Book II


Second Asclepiadean: 8, 12 (6+6), alternating

Odes: None in Book II


Third Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) three times, 8

Ode: 12


Fourth Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8

Odes: None in Book II


Fifth Asclepiadean: 16 (6+4+6) all lines

Odes: None in Book II


Alcmanic Strophe: 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating

Odes: None in Book II


First Archilochian: 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating

Odes: None in Book II


Fourth Archilochian Strophe: 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating

Odes: None in Book II


Second Sapphic Strophe: 7, 15 (5+10) alternating

Odes: None in Book II


Trochaic Strophe: 7,11 alternating

Ode: 18


Ionic a Minore: 16 twice, 8

Odes: None in Book II