The Odes/Book IV

Book III

The Odes Book IV written by Horace

Translated by A. S. Kline

1. Venus, be Merciful
2. Augustus’s Return
3. To The Muse
4. Drusus and the Claudians
5. To Augustus
6. To Apollo
7. Diffugere Nives
8. Poetry
9. Lollius
10. Age
11. Maecenas’ Birthday
12. Spring

BkIV:XIII You too, Lyce

Lyce, the gods have heard my prayers, the gods have

heard me, Lyce: you’re growing old, but still desire

the power of beauty, and still

you play, and drink quite shamelessly,

and, drunk, you urge dull Cupid on with tremulous

singing. He’s keeping watch on the beautiful cheeks

of Chia the young and fresh,

who’s expert at playing the harp.

For he flies disdainfully past the withered oak,

and he runs away from you, since you’re disfigured

by those now yellowing teeth,

those wrinkles, and that greying hair.

Now gowns of Coan purple, and those expensive

jewels, won’t bring back time, that the passage of days

has shut away, and buried,

a matter of public record.

Where’s Venus fled, alas, and beauty? And where now

are your graceful gestures? What is left of that girl,

that girl who once breathed of love,

who stole me away from myself,

happy when Cinara had vanished, and famous

for your looks and your charming ways? The Fates granted

Cinara the briefest years,

preserving Lyce, endlessly,

to suffer as long a life as an ancient crow,

so that the burning youths with many a ripple

of laughter, are here to gaze

at a fire that’s fallen to ashes.

BkIV:XIV Drusus and Tiberius

What care the Citizens and the Senators

shall take in immortalising your virtues,

granting you full honours, Augustus,

with titles and memorial plaques, O,

greatest of princes, wherever the sun shines

over the countries where people can live, you,

whose power in war the Vindelici

free of our Roman laws, till now, have learnt.

For, with your army, brave Drusus, demolished

the Genauni, that implacable race, in more

direct retaliation, the swift

Breuni, and their defences, established

on the formidable Alpine heights: and soon

Tiberius, the elder Nero, entered

that fierce fight, with his favourable

omens, defeating the wild Rhaetians:

it was wonderful to see with what destruction,

in contesting the war, he exhausted those minds

intent on the deaths of our freemen,

as the south wind, almost, when it troubles

the ungovernable waves, while the Pleiades’

constellation pierces the clouds, he was eager

to attack the hostile ranks, and drive

his neighing horse through the midst of their fire.

As, bull-like, the Aufidus rolls on, flowing

by the domains of Apulian Daunus,

when it rages and threatens fearful

destruction to their cultivated fields,

so Tiberius overwhelmed the armoured

ranks of barbarians, his fierce impetus

covering the earth, mowing down front

and rear, and conquering them without loss,

yours the troops, the strategy and the friendly

gods. For on that date when Alexandria

opened all its harbour, and empty

palaces to you, in supplication,

good Fortune, fifteen years later, delivered

a favourable outcome to the campaign,

and awarded fame, and the glory

hoped-for, to your imperial action.

The Spaniards, never conquered before, the Medes,

the Indians, marvel at you, the roving

Scythians, O eager protector

of Italy and Imperial Rome.

The Nile, that conceals its origin, hears you,

the Danube hears, and the swift-flowing Tigris,

the Ocean, filled with monsters, roaring

around the distant island of Britain,

and the regions of Gaul, unafraid of death,

and the stubborn Iberian land, hear you:

Sygambri, delighting in slaughter,

stand, with grounded weapons, worshipping you.

BkIV:XV To Augustus

Phoebus condemned my verse, when I tried to sing

of war and conquered cities, lest I unfurled

my tiny sail on Tyrrhenian

seas. Caesar, this age has restored rich crops

to the fields, and brought back the standards, at last,

to Jupiter, those that we’ve now recovered

from insolent Parthian pillars,

and closed the gates of Romulus’ temple,

freed at last from all war, and tightened the rein

on lawlessness, straying beyond just limits,

and has driven out crime, and summoned

the ancient arts again, by which the name

of Rome and Italian power grew great,

and the fame and majesty of our empire,

were spread from the sun’s lair in the west,

to the regions where it rises at dawn.

With Caesar protecting the state, no civil

disturbance will banish the peace, no violence,

no anger that forges swords, and makes

mutual enemies of wretched towns.

The tribes who drink from the depths of the Danube,

will not break the Julian law, the Getae,

nor Seres, nor faithless Persians,

nor those who are born by the Don’s wide stream.

On working days, and the same on holy days,

among laughter-loving Bacchus’ gifts to us,

with our wives and our children we’ll pray,

at first, to the gods, in the rites laid down,

then, in the manner of our fathers, bravely,

in verse, that’s accompanied by Lydian flutes,

we’ll sing past leaders, we’ll sing of Troy,

Anchises, and the people of Venus.

Index of First Lines

Venus now you’ve returned again. 5

Iulus, whoever tries to rival Pindar,7

Melpomene, Muse, one whom you. 9

Like the winged agent of the bright lightning-bolt,10

Son of the blessed gods, and greatest defender13

God, whom Niobe’s children encountered, O.. 15

The snow has vanished, already the grass returns to the fields,17

I’d give bowls, generously, and pleasing bronzes,18

Don’t think that the words I speak to accompany. 19

O you who are cruel still, and a master of Venus’s gifts,21

I’ve a jar of Alban wine over nine years. 22

Now Spring’s companions, the Thracian northerlies,24

Lyce, the gods have heard my prayers, the gods have. 25

What care the Citizens and the Senators. 26

Phoebus condemned my verse, when I tried to sing. 28

Metres Used in Book IV.

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: 4,9,14,15

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

Odes: 2,6,11

First Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) all lines

Ode: 8

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

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

Ode: 7

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

Odes: None in Book IV

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

Odes: None in Book IV

Trochaic Strophe: 7,11 alternating

Odes: None in Book IV

Ionic a Minore: 16 twice, 8

Ode: None in Book IV