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The Works of Horace In English Verse

By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical
Duncombe, John (1729-1786)
  
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VOLUME the FIRST.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
  
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 I. 
ODE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
ODE II. To Augustus Cæsar.
 III. 
ODE III.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Sestius.
 V. 
ODE V. To Pyrrha.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Agrippa.
  
The Same Ode, Imitated, and addressed to the Duke of Marlborough
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Munatius Plancus.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Lydia.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Thaliarchus.
  
The Same Ode, Imitated. To Philander.
 X. 
ODE X. To Mercury.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Leuconoe.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Augustus.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. To Lydia.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XV. 
ODE XV. The Prophecy of Nereus.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To Tyndaris, Whom he had insulted in Iämbic Verse.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To the Same.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII. To Varus.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. An Invocation to Venus.
 XX. 
ODE XX. To Mæcenas.
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ODE XXI. An Hymn to Apollo and Diana.
  
DUETTO.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII. To Aristius Fuscus.
  
The Same Ode Paraphrased. By John Hughes, Esq;
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII. To Cloe.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV. To Virgil.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV. To Lydia.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI. To the Muse.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII. To his Companions.
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII. A Dialogue between the Ghost of Archytas and a Mariner.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX. To Iccius, a Philosopher.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX. To Venus.
  
The Same Ode Imitated In the Person of General Ch---ll.
 XXXI. 
ODE XXXI. To Apollo.
 XXXII. 
ODE XXXII. To his Harp.
 XXXIII. 
ODE XXXIII. To Albius Tibullus.
 XXXIV. 
ODE XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
ODE XXXV. To Fortune.
 XXXVI. 
ODE XXXVI. On the Return of Numida from Spain.
 XXXVII. 
ODE XXXVII. Occasioned by the Sea-fight near Actium,
 XXXVIII. 
ODE XXXVIII. To his Boy.
  
The Same Ode.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
  
[dedication]
 I. 
ODE I. To Caïus Asinius Pollio.
 II. 
ODE II. To Caius Sallust Crispus.
 III. 
ODE III. To Dellius.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Xanthias Phoceus.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Septimius.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Pompeius Varus.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Bariné.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Valgius.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 X. 
ODE X. To Licinius.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Quintius Hirpinus.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Mæcenas.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. On a Tree, by whose Fall he had like to have been killed.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. To Posthumus.
 XV. 
ODE XV. Against the Luxury of the Times.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To Grosphus.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To Mæcenas,
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. A Hymn to Bacchus.
 XX. 
ODE XX. To Mæcenas.
  
ODE.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. Imitated.
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THE THIRD BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
  
[dedication]
  
Prologue.
 I. 
ODE I.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 II. 
ODE II. To his Friends.
 III. 
ODE III.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Calliope.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To the Roman People.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Asterie.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Mæcenas.
 IX. 
ODE IX. A Dialogue between Horace and Lydia.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 X. 
ODE X. To Lycé.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Mercury.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Neobule.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. To the Nymph presiding over the Blandusian Fountain.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. On the Return of Augustus from Spain.
 XV. 
ODE XV. To Chloris.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To Mæcenas,
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To Ælius Lamia.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII. To Faunus.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. To Telephus.
 XX. 
ODE XX. To Pyrrhus.
 XXI. 
ODE XXI. To his Cask.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII. To Diana.
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII. To Phidylé.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV. To Bacchus.
  
The Same Ode Paraphrased.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI. To Venus.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII. To Galatea,
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII. To Lydé.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX. To Mæcenas.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
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THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
  
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 I. 
ODE I. To Venus.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 II. 
ODE II. To Antonius Julus.
  
Part of The Same Ode Imitated.
 III. 
ODE III. To his Muse.
  
The Same ODE Imitated.
 IV. 
ODE IV. The Praises of Drusus and Tiberius.
 V. 
ODE V. To Augustus.
  
The Same ODE Imitated.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Apollo.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Manlius Lucius Torquatus.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Martius Censorinus.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Lollius.
  
The Same ODE Imitated.
 X. 
ODE X. To Ligurina.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Phyllis.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Virgil.
  
The Same Ode Imitated.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. To Augustus.
 XV. 
ODE XV. To Augustus.
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VOLUME the SECOND and LAST.
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THE FIFTH BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE. COMMONLY CALLED THE EPODES.
  
[dedication]
 I. 
ODE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
ODE II. The Praises of a Country Life.
  
The Same ODE Imitated.
 III. 
ODE III. To Mæcenas.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Menas, Pompey's Freed-man.
 V. 
ODE V. Canidia.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Cassius Severus.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To the Roman People.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Mæcenas.
 X. 
ODE X. On Mævius.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Pettius.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. To a Friend.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. To Mæcenas.
 XV. 
ODE XV. To Neæra.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To the Roman People.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To Canidia.
  
Canidia's Answer.
  
THE SECULAR ODE.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE SATIRES OF HORACE.
 I. 
SATIRE I.
 III. 
SATIRE III.
 IV. 
SATIRE IV.
 V. 
SATIRE V.
 VI. 
SATIRE VI. To Mæcenas. The Qualities of true Nobility.
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THE SATIRES AND EPISTLES By Several Hands.
 VII. 
SATIRE VII.
 VIII. 
SATIRE VIII.
 IX. 
SATIRE IX.
 X. 
SATIRE X.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SATIRES OF HORACE.
  
[dedication]
 I. 
SATIRE I. Horace and Trebatius.
 II. 
SATIRE II. Of Frugality.
 III. 
SATIRE III. Damasippus. Horace.
 IV. 
SATIRE IV.
 V. 
SATIRE V. Ulysses and Tiresias.
 VI. 
SATIRE VI.
 VII. 
SATIRE VII. A Dialogue between Horace and his Slave.
  
The Same SATIRE Imitated.
 VIII. 
SATIRE VIII. Horace and Fundanius.
  
The MISER's FEAST. Being the Same SATIRE Imitated.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE EPISTLES OF HORACE.
  
[dedication]
 I. 
EPISTLE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
EPISTLE II. To Lollius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 III. 
EPISTLE III. To Julius Florus.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 IV. 
EPISTLE IV. To Albius Tibullus.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
  
To a Gentleman, whose Father had left the Bulk of his Estate to a younger Son. In Allusion to the Same Epistle.
 V. 
EPISTLE V. To Torquatus.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 VI. 
EPISTLE VI. To Numicius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 VII. 
EPISTLE VII. To Mæcenas.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 VIII. 
EPISTLE VIII. To Celsus Albinovanus.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 IX. 
EPISTLE IX. To Claudius Tiberius Nero.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 X. 
EPISTLE X. To Fuscus Aristius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XI. 
EPISTLE XI. To Bullatius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XII. 
EPISTLE XII. To Iccius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XIII. 
EPISTLE XIII. To Vinius Asella.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XIV. 
EPISTLE XIV. To his Country Steward.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XV. 
EPISTLE XV. To Numonius Vala.
 XVI. 
EPISTLE XVI. To Quintius.
 XVII. 
EPISTLE XVII. To Scæva.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
  
EPISTLE XVIII. To Lollius.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XIX. 
EPISTLE XIX. To Mæcenas.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
 XX. 
EPISTLE XX.
  
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
  
The latter Part of SATIRE II. BOOK II. Imitated.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE EPISTLES OF HORACE.
  
[dedication]
 I. 
EPISTLE I. To Augustus.
 II. 
EPISTLE II. To Julius Florus.
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THE THIRD BOOK OF THE EPISTLES OF HORACE. COMMONLY CALLED The ART of POETRY .
  
[dedication]
  
The Art of Poetry. Addressed to L. PISO, and his Two Sons.

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ODE II. To Antonius Julus.

Whoe'er would soar to Pindar's Height
Attempts a bold but dangerous Flight
On waxen Wings, and, lost to Shame,
Will give, like Icarus, the Sea a Name.
As, rais'd above its Banks by Showers,
A River from a Mountain pours,
Rolls Pindar his impetuous Song,
And with resistless Fury sweeps along.
Justly he claims Apollo's Bays,
Whether in free unfetter'd Lays,
Thro' Dithyrambic Metre bold,
New Words with lawless Energy are roll'd;
Or whether he, in measur'd Verse,
Of Gods, or Chiefs, the Praise rehearse;
Chiefs, sprung from Gods, whose Force could tame
[illeg.] Centaurs Might, and quench Chimæra's Flame.
421

If with some Bride, in moving Strains,
He of her Consort's Loss complains,
And to the Stars exalts the Youth,
For Courage, Piety, and ancient Truth;
Or if the Hero, crown'd with Palms,
Or Victor Courser he embalms,
His lasting Lays in Worth surpass
The breathing Marble, and sepulchral Brass!
When the Dircæan Swan would rise,
A Whirlwind bears him to the Skies:
But as the Bee, with ceaseless Toil,
From each fair Flower collects her balmy Spoil;
Laborious thus my weaker Muse
Light Themes in Tibur's Bower pursues:
But You shall to a bolder String
The just Applause of matchless Cæsar sing;
While round his Head the Laurel weaves,
For Conquests won, her verdant Leaves;
And the Sicambrian we survey,
In Fetters dragg'd along the Sacred Way.
Never was Gift so good and great
Bestow'd on Man by Heaven, or Fate,
Nor shall again, should Time be roll'd,
With backward Course, to his primæval Gold.
422

And You shall sing, in grateful Lays,
The Feasts that Rome to Cæsar pays;
The City's public Sports; the Bar
Freed from litigious Suits, and noisy War.
I too, with feeble Voice, will join
My Song to Your's; ‘O Phœbus! shine
‘Auspicious, with thy brightest Ray,
‘And grace the Rites of this distinguish'd Day.’
Then Incense to the Gods shall rise,
And shouting Iös rend the Skies;
All Rome shall join in choral Song,
As Cæsar's Train triumphant moves along.
Your Vow ten Bulls, as many Kine
Absolve; a sportive Heifer mine,
Wean'd from his Mother; on whose Brows,
Full in the Front, a Star its Lustre shows;
A Gloss of fallow Hue adorns
His Skin; the Crescent of his Horns,
So sharply turn'd, salutes the Sight,
Like Cynthia's Fires, the third revolving Night.
J. D.
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