Juvenilia or, A collection of poems. Written between the ages of twelve and seventeen, by J. H. L. Hunt ... Fourth Edition |
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TRANSLATION OF HORACE'S ODE, “SEPTIMI GADES,” &c. Lib. ii. Od. vi.
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TRANSLATION OF HORACE'S ODE, “SEPTIMI GADES,” &c. Lib. ii. Od. vi.
TO SEPTIMIUS.
Ah lov'd companion of my future way,
To Cadiz rich, or Biscay's free-born shore,
Or the dread Syrtes, where with turbid play,
The waters wild in boiling volumes roar;
To Cadiz rich, or Biscay's free-born shore,
Or the dread Syrtes, where with turbid play,
The waters wild in boiling volumes roar;
O may fair Tivoli, whose peaceful breast
Blest Argos lov'd, the labour of its years,
Give to my silver age its promis'd rest,
Soothe all its toils, and wipe away its tears!
Blest Argos lov'd, the labour of its years,
Give to my silver age its promis'd rest,
Soothe all its toils, and wipe away its tears!
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If fate, unjust, my eager steps withold,
Quick let me turn where, thro' the flow'ry plain,
Galesus, lov'd by all the wool-clad fold,
Guides his mild wave; Phalantus' rural reign!
Quick let me turn where, thro' the flow'ry plain,
Galesus, lov'd by all the wool-clad fold,
Guides his mild wave; Phalantus' rural reign!
To me far lovelier than each circling shore,
That smiling spot salutes my ravish'd eyes!
There sweet Hymettus brings her honied store,
And rich Venafrum sees her olive rise!
That smiling spot salutes my ravish'd eyes!
There sweet Hymettus brings her honied store,
And rich Venafrum sees her olive rise!
There verdant Spring sits smiling on the year,
And soften'd Winter smooths his icy frown;
Nor envies Aulon, with his vineyards fair,
The purple groves that gay Falernum crown!
And soften'd Winter smooths his icy frown;
Nor envies Aulon, with his vineyards fair,
The purple groves that gay Falernum crown!
These happy fields, these happy hills, once more
Call us away, and catch the raptur'd eye!
Here on your poet's ashes shall you pour
Friendship's warm tear, and Pity's plaintive sigh!
Call us away, and catch the raptur'd eye!
Here on your poet's ashes shall you pour
Friendship's warm tear, and Pity's plaintive sigh!
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