 | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) |  |
ODE IX. To Valgius.
The Show'rs that beat upon the dreery Plain,
Soon spend their Rage and quickly cease;
The Storms are lay'd that vex'd the rolling Main,
And a new Calm succeeds, and smooths the smiling Seas;
Soon spend their Rage and quickly cease;
The Storms are lay'd that vex'd the rolling Main,
And a new Calm succeeds, and smooths the smiling Seas;
Armenia's Fields shake off their Chains of Ice,
Nor labour with eternal Snows:
The Winds are hush'd that lately shook tne Trees,
And stript the verdant Honours from their naked Bows:
Nor labour with eternal Snows:
The Winds are hush'd that lately shook tne Trees,
And stript the verdant Honours from their naked Bows:
But you with endless Grief, incessant Moan,
That knows no Measure and no End,
Salute the rising and the setting Sun,
Still weep your mighty Loss, your dear departed Friend.
That knows no Measure and no End,
Salute the rising and the setting Sun,
Still weep your mighty Loss, your dear departed Friend.
Not so old Nestor once bewail'd his Son,
Nor wept incessant o'er the dead;
Nor so, when youthful Troïlus was gone,
Their everlasting Tears his Phrygian Sisters shed.
Nor wept incessant o'er the dead;
Nor so, when youthful Troïlus was gone,
Their everlasting Tears his Phrygian Sisters shed.
Then be appeas'd: let Girls and Children mourn;
A nobler Theme demands your Care,
To sing what Laurels Cæsar's Head adorn,
What Spoils and Trophies won, to grace the present Year:
A nobler Theme demands your Care,
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What Spoils and Trophies won, to grace the present Year:
What Captive Streams in humble Murmurs glide,
To kiss the mighty Victor's Feet;
What vanquish'd Troops on narrow Confines ride,
Whose Lands to Roman Arms and Roman Bounds submit.
To kiss the mighty Victor's Feet;
What vanquish'd Troops on narrow Confines ride,
Whose Lands to Roman Arms and Roman Bounds submit.
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