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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.
  
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 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.
  
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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.
  
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 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 XVI. To the Roman People.

A second Age in Wars we waste away,
And Rome must fall to Rome a Prey.
She, whom in vain the Marsian Foe engag'd,
With whom in vain Porsenna wag'd
The War; whom Capua's State could ne'er subdue,
Nor Spartacus's servile Crew;
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Nor (courting new Allies, but to the Call
Of Honour deaf) the perjur'd Gaul;
Nor Germany, of blue-ey'd Sons the Nurse,
Nor Hannibal, the Parents' Curse,
Grieves, here at home, more cruel Foes to meet,
Where Beasts shall prowl in every Street.
Barbarian Coursers o'er the Dust shall bound,
While with their Hoofs the Stones resound.
Nor will they, Romulus! thy Ashes spare,
But rudely scatter in the Air.
But some, or all, perhaps, may wish to know,
How we must ward th'impending Blow.
My Counsel is—to go where prosperous Gales
Point out the Way, and court our Sails;
To curse, Phocæan-like, our old Abodes,
And leave to Beasts our Fields and Gods.
Give your Advice, or else to mine agree:
Then, with glad Omens, put to Sea.
But swear we never to return again,
'Till Rocks shall float upon the Main;
'Till Apennine is cover'd by the Waves,
And Po Matinus' Summit laves;
'Till different Kinds in Bands of Love are join'd,
Hawks, Doves; the Tyger, and the Hind;
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'Till Sheep their Dread of Lions lay aside,
And Goats shall swim the briny Tide.
Thus, of each Hope of sweet Return bereft,
By all shall this curs'd Town be left;
At least the better Sort; but let the Base
Still cleave to this devoted Place.
But you, brave Friends! unmanly Tears give o'er,
And sail beyond the Tuscan Shore,
Where, in the spacious Bosom of the Main,
Rise happy Islands, crown'd with Grain,
Which every Year adorns th'uncultur'd Land;
Nor Vineyards ask the Pruner's Hand;
Where never-failing Shoots of Olive blow,
And Figs the Parent Trees bestow;
Where hollow Oaks drop Honey, and the Rills
In Murmurs trickle down the Hills.
Homeward the Goats with swelling Udders bend,
And, pleas'd, the Milker's Hand attend;
No prowling Bear growls round the nightly Fold,
Nor Snakes are in huge Volumes roll'd.
And, farther still our Wonder to command,
Nor Showers, too frequent, drown the Land,
Nor too much Drought burns up the thirsty Meads,
But kindly each to each succeeds.
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Among the Herds no dire Contagions reign,
Nor Rots destroy the fleecy Train.
Hither the Colchian Sorceress never stray'd,
Nor Argo her bold Chiefs convey'd;
This Land the Tyrian Sailors never knew,
Nor sage Ulysses' toilsome Crew.
This, for the virtuous, Jove reserv'd of old,
Changing the Times to Brass from Gold;
To Iron now, whence, as the Gods inspire,
Your Bard thus warns you to retire.
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