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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
Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

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VOLUME I.
  
[dedication]
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
ODE I. TO MÆCENAS.
 II. 
ODE II. TO AUGUSTUS CÆSAR.
 III. 
ODE III.
 IV. 
ODE IV. TO SEXTIUS, A PERSON OF CONSULAR DIGNITY .
 V. 
ODE V. TO PYRRHA.
 VI. 
ODE VI. TO AGRIPPA.
 VII. 
ODE VII. TO MUNATIUS PLANCUS, A PERSON OF CONSULAR DIGNITY
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. TO LYDIA.
 IX. 
ODE IX. TO THALIARCHUS.
 X. 
ODE X. TO MERCURY.
 XI. 
ODE XI. TO LEUCONOE.
 XII. 
ODE XII. TO AUGUSTUS.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. TO LYDIA.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. TO THE REPUBLIC OF ROME, ON THE RENEWAL OF THE CIVIL WAR.
 XV. 
ODE XV. THE PREDICTIONS OF NEREUS CONCERNING THE DESTRUCTION OF TROY.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. TO HIS MISTRESS.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. TO TYNDARIS.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII. TO QUINTILIUS VARUS.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. OF GLYCERA.
 XX. 
ODE XX. TO MÆCENAS.
 XXI. 
ODE XXI. TO APOLLO AND DIANA.
 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 THE MUSE, CONCERNING ÆLIUS LAMIA.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII. TO HIS BOTTLE-COMPANIONS.
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII.
 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. TO HIMSELF.
 XXXV. 
ODE XXXV. TO FORTUNE.
 XXXVI. 
ODE XXXVI. TO POMPONIUS NUMIDA.
 XXXVII. 
ODE XXXVII. TO HIS COMPANIONS.
 XXXVIII. 
ODE XXXVIII. TO HIS SERVANT.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
ODE I. TO C. ASINIUS POLLIO.
 II. 
ODE II. TO C. SALLUSTIUS CRISPUS.
 III. 
ODE III. TO DELLIUS.
 IV. 
ODE IV. TO XANTHIUS PHOCEUS.
 V. 
ODE V. ON LALAGE.
 VI. 
ODE VI. TO SEPTIMIUS.
 VII. 
ODE VII. TO POMPEIUS VARUS.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. TO JULIA BARINE.
 IX. 
ODE IX. TO VALGIUS.
 X. 
ODE X. TO LICINIUS.
 XI. 
ODE XI. TO QUINTIUS HIRPINUS.
 XII. 
ODE XII. TO MÆCENAS.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. UPON THE TREE BY WHOSE SUDDEN FALL HE HAD LIKE TO HAVE BEEN CRUSHED.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. TO POSTHUMUS.
 XV. 
ODE XV. UPON THE LUXURY OF THE AGE HE LIVED IN.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. TO GROSPHUS.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. TO MÆCENAS, WHEN SICK.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. ON BACCHUS.
 XX. 
ODE XX. TO MÆCENAS.
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THE THIRD BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
ODE I.
 II. 
ODE II. TO HIS FRIRNDS.
 III. 
ODE III.
 IV. 
ODE IV.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI. TO THE ROMANS, ON THE CORRUPT MANNERS OF HIS AGE.
 VII. 
ODE VII. TO ASTERIE.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. TO MÆCENAS.
 IX. 
ODE IX. TO LYDIA.
 X. 
ODE X. UPON LYCE.
 XI. 
ODE XI. TO MERCURY.
 XII. 
ODE XII. TO NEOBULE.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. TO THE FOUNTAIN BLANDUSIA.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. TO THE ROMAN PEOPLE.
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VOLUME II.
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THE THIRD BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE [Cont'd.].
 XV. 
ODE XV. ON CHLORIS.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. TO MÆCENAS.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. TO ÆLIUS LAMIA.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII. TO FAUNUS.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX. TO TELEPHUS.
 XX. 
ODE XX. TO PYRRHUS.
 XXI. 
ODE XXI. TO HIS WINE-JAR.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII. TO DIANA.
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII TO PHIDILE.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV. UPON THE RICH AND COVETOUS.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV. TO BACCHUS.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI. TO VENUS.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII. TO GALATEA, ON POINT TO GO ABROAD.
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII. TO LYDE.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX. TO MÆCENAS.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX. TO THE MUSE MELPOMENE.
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THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE ODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
ODE I. TO VENUS.
 II. 
ODE II. TO ANTONIUS JULUS, THE SON OF MARK ANTONY, OF THE TRIUMVIRATE.
 III. 
ODE III. TO MELPOMENE.
 IV. 
ODE IV. TO THE CITY OF ROME, CONCERNING THE GENIUS OF DRUSUS, AND HIS EDUCATION UNDER AUGUSTUS.
 V. 
ODE V. TO AUGUSTUS.
 VI. 
ODE VI. TO APOLLO AND DIANA.
 VII. 
ODE VII. TO L. MANLIUS TORQUATUS.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. TO MARTIUS CENSORINUS.
 IX. 
ODE IX. TO LOLLIUS.
 X. 
ODE X. TO PHYLLIS.
 XI. 
ODE XI. TO VIRGIL.
 XII. 
ODE XII. UPON LYCE, AN ANTIQUATED COURTEZAN.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. TO AUGUSTUS.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. THE PRAISES OF AUGUSTUS.
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THE BOOK OF THE EPODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
EPODE I. TO MÆCENAS.
 II. 
EPODE II. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE.
 III. 
EPODE III. TO MÆCENAS.
 IV. 
EPODE IV. TO VOLTEIUS MENA.
 V. 
EPODE V. UPON CANIDIA THE SORCERESS.
 VI. 
EPODE VI. AGAINST CASSIUS SEVERUS.
 VII. 
EPODE VII. TO THE ROMAN PEOPLE.
 VIII. 
EPODE VIII. TO MÆCENAS.
 IX. 
EPODE IX. AGAINST MÆVIUS THE POET.
 X. 
EPODE X. TO PETTIUS, A BON-COMPANION OF HIS.
 XI. 
EFODE XI. TO HIS HUMOUROUS FRIENDS, THAT THEY WOULD PASS THE WINTER MERRILY.
 XII. 
EPODE XII. TO MÆCENAS.
 XIII. 
EPODE XIII. TO HIS MISTRESS NEÆRA
 XIV. 
EPODE XIV. TO THE PEOPLE OF ROME.
 XV. 
EPODE XV. TO CANIDIA.
 XVI. 
EPODE XVI. CANIDIA'S ANSWER
  
THE SECULAR ODE
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ODE ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY
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VOLUME III.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE SATIRES OF HORACE.
 I. 
SATIRE I.
 II. 
SATIRE II.
 III. 
SATIRE III.
 IV. 
SATIRE IV.
 V. 
SATIRE V.
 VI. 
SATIRE VI. To Mæcenas.
 VII. 
SATIRE VII.
 VIII. 
SATIRE VIII.
 IX. 
SATIRE IX.
 X. 
SATIRE X.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SATIRES OF HORACE.
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SATIRE I.
 II. 
SATIRE II.
 III. 
SATIRE III.
 IV. 
SATIRE IV.
 V. 
SATIRE V.
 VI. 
SATIRE VI.
 VII. 
SATIRE VII.
 VIII. 
SATIRE VIII.
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VOLUME IV.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE EPISTLES OF HORACE.
 I. 
EPISTLE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
EPISTLE II. To Lollius.
 III. 
EPISTLE III. To Julius Florus.
 IV. 
EPISTLE IV. To Albius Tibullus.
 V. 
EPISTLE V. To Torquatus.
 VI. 
EPISTLE VI. To Numicius.
 VII. 
EPISTLE VII. To Mæcenas.
 VIII. 
EPISTLE VIII. To Celsus Albinovanus.
 IX. 
EPISTLE IX. To Claudius Nero.
 X. 
EPISTLE X. To Fuscus Aristius.
 XI. 
EPISTLE XI. To Bullatius returned from Asia.
 XII. 
EPISTLE XII. To Iccius.
 XIII. 
EPISTLE XIII. To Vinnius Asella.
 XIV. 
EPISTLE XIV. To his Steward in the Country.
 XV. 
EPISTLE XV. To Vala.
 XVI. 
EPISTLE XVI. To Quintius.
 XVII. 
EPISTLE XVII. To Scæva.
 XVIII. 
EPISTLE XVIII. To Lollius.
 XIX. 
EPISTLE XIX. To Mæcenas.
 XX. 
EPISTLE XX. To his Book.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE EPISTLES OF HORACE.
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EPISTLE I. To Augustus.
 II. 
EPISTLE II. To Julius Florus.
  
HORACE HIS ART OF POETRY.

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ODE I.

[I hate the mob, and drive them hence]

A happy life is effected not by wealth and honours, but by peace of mind.

I hate the mob, and drive them hence,
Lost to all sanctity and sense;
Hist to the Muse's priest! hist I implore—
I sing for maids and youths the strains unheard before.
Dread sovereigns their own people sway,
But Jove the kings themselves obey;
He which in triumph hurl'd the giants down,
And rules the universe by his commanding frown.
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One man, perhaps, out-plants his friend,
In rows that regular extend;
Another comes more noble to the poll,
Another pleads his fame, and uncorrupted soul;
Another will th'ascendant claim
For clients—but 'tis all the same;
Necessity demands us, dross and scum,
And shakes the labell'd lots, and out they all must come.
He, o'er whose head the naked steel
Impends, will make no hearty meal
From rich Sicilian fare—his sleep no more
The chirping of the birds or harpers will restore—
Sweet sleep's the lusty lab'rer's lot:
Sleep does not scorn the lowly cot,
Nor trees that o'er the riv'let interweave,
Nor, Tempe, where the zephyrs play their pranks at eve.
He who desires but neighbour's fare,
Will for no storm or tempest care;
Him setting bear nor rising goat offends,
Nor all the wizzard-wit of diarist portends.
Not vineyards beaten by the hail;
Not flattering farm, whose symptoms fail,
The trees now laying blame upon the showers,
Now winter's pinching hand, or hot sidereal pow'rs.
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The fishes feel the waters shrink,
Such loads into the depths they sink;
Here many a proud surveyor with his slaves,
And owner of the land, incroach upon the waves.
But fear and conscience with her cries
Aboard with the possessor flies;
Nor care will from the top-mast head recede,
And, when he lands, she mounts behind him on his steed.
What if nor stone in Phrygia hewn
Can keep the troubl'd mind in tune,
Nor purple brighter than the painted sky,
Nor rich Falernian grape, nor Persian luxury;
Why should I set about a pile,
High-pillar'd in the modern stile—
A bait for envy?—Why should I exchange
For cumbersome expence my little Sabine grange?
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