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Ode XV.
The praises of AUGUSTUS.
Me when inclin'd to sing of Wars, the Fame
Of Cities won with Harp, PHÆBUS did blame;
With smaller Sayls least try'd profound
Ocean Tyrrhene: CÆSAR renown'd;
Of Cities won with Harp, PHÆBUS did blame;
With smaller Sayls least try'd profound
Ocean Tyrrhene: CÆSAR renown'd;
Thy time hath Fruits to Fields, most plenteous hoard,
And Ensigns lost to our great JOVE restor'd,
From proud-deck'd Parthian Posts of late:
Shut also JANUS warlike Gate.
And Ensigns lost to our great JOVE restor'd,
From proud-deck'd Parthian Posts of late:
Shut also JANUS warlike Gate.
Now freed from Broyls compos'd, right Orders dress;
And curb'd with Bit wandring Licentiousness
Guilt scoured off by Laws, well fill'd
Call'd back Rome's antient Arts exil'd:
And curb'd with Bit wandring Licentiousness
Guilt scoured off by Laws, well fill'd
Call'd back Rome's antient Arts exil'd:
By which the Latine name, th' Italick flow'r
Of strength first grew; whose vast Imperial pow'r,
Fame to th' Sun's uprising spread
From's Western fall, Hesperian bed.
Of strength first grew; whose vast Imperial pow'r,
Fame to th' Sun's uprising spread
From's Western fall, Hesperian bed.
Whilst CÆSAR governs things, no Civil force,
Mad Fury shall soft Quiet harm, Divorce;
Rage which forges Swords, o'rethrows
All League, turns Citty-friends to Foes.
Mad Fury shall soft Quiet harm, Divorce;
Rage which forges Swords, o'rethrows
All League, turns Citty-friends to Foes.
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Not those which drink Danubius-stream, so fair,
Shall break the Julian Laws, not Getes shall dare;
Seres, faithless Persian Crew,
Nor those which Tanais-banks do view.
Shall break the Julian Laws, not Getes shall dare;
Seres, faithless Persian Crew,
Nor those which Tanais-banks do view.
Whilst we on holy Eves each Festival,
'Midst chearful BACCHUS guifts, our Matrons all,
Boys invoking first (as right)
The Gods, our Fathers us'd delight,
'Midst chearful BACCHUS guifts, our Matrons all,
Boys invoking first (as right)
The Gods, our Fathers us'd delight,
With Lydian Pipes conjoyned Verse shall sing;
Those Captains bravely dead, Rome honouring;
Troy withal, ANCHISES name,
And VENUS Off-spring chant, proclaim.
Those Captains bravely dead, Rome honouring;
Troy withal, ANCHISES name,
And VENUS Off-spring chant, proclaim.
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