The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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To the Roman State, then renewing Civil Wars again. Ode. XIV.
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To the Roman State, then renewing Civil Wars again. Ode. XIV.
Great
Ship, unblest; shall new Floods drive again
To th' stormy Seas? O what do'st do? retain
Strongly the Port: dost thou not see,
Sides void of Oars they be?
To th' stormy Seas? O what do'st do? retain
Strongly the Port: dost thou not see,
Sides void of Oars they be?
How thy torn Mast, wounded with th' Africk wind,
And Sails do groan, small cordage left design'd,
Vessels, Planks, how weak, unsure
Seas dreadful wrath t'endure.
And Sails do groan, small cordage left design'd,
Vessels, Planks, how weak, unsure
Seas dreadful wrath t'endure.
Nor canvas whole beheld, nor Gods on breast,
There worn for Signs t'invoke, when new distrest,
Of Pontick Pine though made so good,
Chief ranger on the flood.
There worn for Signs t'invoke, when new distrest,
Of Pontick Pine though made so good,
Chief ranger on the flood.
Dost brag thine antient Stock, and empty name?
Scar'd Seamens trust in painted Boards disclaim:
Cease, unless thou would'st to th' Rock
And Winds prove laughing-stock.
Scar'd Seamens trust in painted Boards disclaim:
Cease, unless thou would'st to th' Rock
And Winds prove laughing-stock.
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O thou that i'th' late Storm mine anguish wast,
But now my grand Desire, choice care at last,
Gulphs avoid, those narrow Seas
Which wash bright Cyclades.
But now my grand Desire, choice care at last,
Gulphs avoid, those narrow Seas
Which wash bright Cyclades.
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