University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace

With the Original Text, and Critical Notes collected from his best Latin and French Commentators. By the Revd Mr. Philip Francis...The third edition
Francis, Philip (1708?-1773)
  
[epigraph]

collapse sectionI. 
VOL. I.
  
[dedication]
collapse section 
THE ODES OF HORACE.
collapse section1. 
THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Ode I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
Ode II. To Augustus.
 III. 
Ode III. To the Ship in which Virgil sailed to Athens.
 IV. 
Ode IV. To Sestius.
 V. 
Ode V. To Pyrrha.
 VI. 
Ode VI. To Agrippa.
 VII. 
Ode VII. To Munatius Plancus.
 VIII. 
Ode VIII. To Lydia.
 IX. 
Ode IX. To Thaliarchus.
 X. 
Ode X. Hymn to Mercury.
 XI. 
Ode XI. To Leuconoe.
 XII. 
Ode XII. Hymn to Jove.
 XIII. 
Ode XIII. To Lydia.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. To the Republic.
 XV. 
Ode XV. The Prophecy of Nereus.
 XVI. 
Ode XVI. To Tyndaris.
 XVII. 
Ode XVII. To Tyndaris.
 XVIII. 
Ode XVIII. To Varus.
 XIX. 
Ode XIX. On Glycera.
 XX. 
Ode XX. To Mæcenas.
 XXII. 
Ode XXII. To Aristius Fuscus.
 XXIII. 
Ode XXIII. To Chloe.
 XXIV. 
Ode XXIV. To Virgil.
 XXV. 
Ode XXV. To Lydia.
 XXVI. 
Ode XXVI. To his Muse.
 XXVII. 
Ode XXVII. To his Companions.
 XXVIII. 
Ode XXVIII. A Mariner and the Ghost of Archytas.
 XXIX. 
Ode XXIX. To Iccius.
 XXX. 
Ode XXX. To Venus.
 XXXI. 
Ode XXXI. To Apollo.
 XXXII. 
Ode XXXII. To his Lyre.
 XXXIII. 
Ode XXXIII. To Albius Tibullus.
 XXXIV. 
Ode XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
Ode XXXV. To Fortune.
 XXXVI. 
Ode XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
Ode XXXVII. To his Companions.
 XXXVIII. 
Ode XXXVIII. To his Slave.
expand section2. 
THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
expand section3. 
THE THIRD BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
expand section4. 
THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
expand section 
THE BOOK OF THE EPODES of HORACE.
expand section 
THE SECULAR POEM.
expand sectionII. 
VOL. II.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace
next section

Ode XXVI. To his Muse.

While in the Muse's Friendship blest,
Nor Fears nor Grief disturb my Breast;
Bear them, ye vagrant Winds, away,
And drown them in the Cretan Sea.
Careless am I, or who shall reign
The Tyrant of the frozen Plain,
91

Or with what anxious Fear opprest
Heaves Tiridates' panting Breast.
Sweet Muse, who lov'st the Virgin Spring,
Hither thy sunny Flowrets bring,
And let thy richest Chaplet shed
Its Fragrance round my Lamia's Head,
For nought avails the Poet's Praise,
Unless the Muse inspire his Lays.
Now string the tuneful Lyre again,
Let all thy Sisters raise the Strain,
And consecrate to deathless Fame
My lov'd, my Lamia's honour'd Name.
previous section A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace
next section