The works of Horace, translated into verse With a prose interpretation, for the help of students. And occasional notes. By Christopher Smart ... In four volumes |
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ODE VI. TO SEPTIMIUS.
He wishes to have Tibur and Tarentum for the retreat of his old age, whose pleasant situation he extols.
To Gades, or unconquer'd Spain,
Or Syrtes, where the moorish sea
Bids endless tempests reign?
Be Tibur, by a Grecian plann'd,
A seat for Horace in his years,
Weary alike of sea and land,
And martial hopes and fears.
From whence if driv'n by cruel fate,
May I Galesus see in peace,
Where great Phalanthus rul'd in state,
And watch'd his cover'd fleece.
With me that little angle takes
Whose honey's of Hymettian zest,
And with the oil Venafrum makes
Their olives stand the test.
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To spring,—and Aulon's heights arise,
Rich with those wines, whose luscious strength
With true Falernian vies.
These scenes to us their site commend—
Those tow'rs so pleasant to the view:
There the live ashes of thy friend,
With tears thou shalt bedew.
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