 | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) |  |
ODE XVII. To Tyndaris.
Faunus
from fair Arcadia's Shore
Visits my homely Sylvan Seat:
He saves my Flocks, with Guardian Pow'r,
From pinching Cold and scorching Heat.
Visits my homely Sylvan Seat:
He saves my Flocks, with Guardian Pow'r,
From pinching Cold and scorching Heat.
My Herds secure their Rambles take,
On Thyme and fragrant Herbs they browze,
Nor fear the angry hissing Snake,
Or Rav'ning Wolves, their mortal Foes.
On Thyme and fragrant Herbs they browze,
Nor fear the angry hissing Snake,
Or Rav'ning Wolves, their mortal Foes.
Here, Fair one, you may safely stray,
Whilst the gay Plains their Sweets exhale,
And on your Pipe soft Sonnets play,
That Echo from the hollow Vale.
Whilst the gay Plains their Sweets exhale,
And on your Pipe soft Sonnets play,
That Echo from the hollow Vale.
Their Poet to the Gods is dear,
My Piety and Muse they love,
Hence Plenty crowns my yellow Year,
And Blessings flow in Streams from Jove.
My Piety and Muse they love,
Hence Plenty crowns my yellow Year,
And Blessings flow in Streams from Jove.
Here to some Valley you'll retire,
And sing the Hero and the Dame,
Inchanting Circe's guilty Fire,
Or Fair Penelope's chast Flame.
And sing the Hero and the Dame,
Inchanting Circe's guilty Fire,
Or Fair Penelope's chast Flame.
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Here you may take a chearful Glass
Of harmless Wine, beneath the Shade;
Your Hours in sweet Retirement pass,
Of no rude drunken Sot afraid.
Of harmless Wine, beneath the Shade;
Your Hours in sweet Retirement pass,
Of no rude drunken Sot afraid.
No Jealous Lover here shall dare,
With impious Hands, your Charms to press,
Nor pull the Garland from your Hair,
Nor spoil the Beauty of your Dress.
With impious Hands, your Charms to press,
Nor pull the Garland from your Hair,
Nor spoil the Beauty of your Dress.
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