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A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace

With the Original Text, and Critical Notes collected from his best Latin and French Commentators. By the Revd Mr. Philip Francis...The third edition
  

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Ode V. To Augustus.
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Ode V. To Augustus.

Propitious to the Sons of Earth
(Best Guardian of the Roman State)
The heavenly Powers beheld thy Birth,
And form'd thee glorious, good and great;
Rome and her holy Fathers cry, thy Stay
Was promis'd short, ah! wherefore this Delay?

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Come then, auspicious Prince, and bring,
To thy long gloomy Country, Light,
For in thy Countenance the Spring
Shines forth to chear thy People's Sight;
Then hasten thy Return, for, Thou away,
Nor Lustre has the Sun, nor Joy the Day.
As a fond Mother views with Fear
The Terrours of the rolling Main,
While envious Winds, beyond his Year,
From his lov'd Home her Son detain;
To the good Gods with fervent Prayer she cries,
And catches every Omen as it flies;
Anxious she listens to the Roar
Of Winds that loudly sweep the Sky;
Nor fearful from the winding Shore,
Can ever turn her longing Eye;
Smit with as faithful and as fond Desires,
Impatient Rome her absent Lord requires.
Safe by thy Cares her Oxen graze,
And yellow Ceres clothes her Fields:
The Sailor plows the peaceful Seas,
And Earth her rich Abundance yields,
While nobly conscious of unsullied Fame,
Fair Honour dreads th'imputed Sense of Blame.

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By Thee our wedded Dames are pure
From foul Adultery's Embrace;
The conscious Father views secure
His own Resemblance in his Race:
Thy chaste Example quells the spotted Deed,
And to the Guilt thy Punishments succeed.
Who shall the faithless Parthian dread,
The freezing Armies of the North,
Or the fierce Youth, to Battle bred,
Whom horrid Germany brings forth?
Who shall regard the War of cruel Spain,
If Cæsar live secure, if Cæsar reign?
Safe in his Vineyard toils the Hind,
Weds to the widow'd Elm his Vine,
'Till the Sun sets his Hill behind,
Then hastens joyful to his Wine,
And in his Hours of Mirthfulness implores
Thy Godhead to protect and bless his Stores.
To Thee He chaunts the sacred Song,
To Thee the rich Libation pours;
Thee, plac'd his Houshold Gods among,
With solemn daily Prayer adores;
So Castor and great Hercules of old
Were with her Gods by grateful Greece enroll'd.

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Gracious and good, beneath thy Reign
May Rome her happy Hours employ,
And grateful hail thy just Domain
With pious Hymns and festal Joy:
Thus, with the rising Sun we sober pray,
Thus, in our Wine beneath his setting Ray.