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The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719)

Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

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THE ODES OF HORACE.
collapse sectionI. 
BOOK I.
 I. 
ODE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
ODE II. To Augustus.
 III. 
ODE III.
 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. To Mercury.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Leuconoe.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Augustus.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. To Lydia.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV.
 XV. 
ODE XV.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To his Mistress.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To Tyndaris.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII. To Quintilius Varus.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX.
 XX. 
ODE XX. To Mæcenas.
 XXI. 
ODE XXI.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII. To Aristius.
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII. To Chloe.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV. To Virgil.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV. To Lydia.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI. To his Muse.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX. To Iccius.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX. To Venus.
 XXXI. 
ODE XXXI. To Apollo.
 XXXII. 
ODE XXXII. To his Harp.
 XXXIII. 
ODE XXXIII. To Albius Tibullus.
 XXXIV. 
ODE XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
ODE XXXV. To Fortune.
 XXXVI. 
ODE XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
ODE XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
ODE XXXVIII.
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BOOK II.
 I. 
ODE I. To Asinius Pollio.
 II. 
ODE II. To C. Crispus Sallustius.
 III. 
ODE III. To Delius.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Xanthias Phoceus.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Septimius.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Pompeius Varus.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Barine.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Valgius.
 X. 
ODE X. To Licinius Murena.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Quintius Hirpinius.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Mæcenas.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. To Posthumus.
 XV. 
ODE XV.
 XVI. 
ODE XVI. To Grosphus.
 XVII. 
ODE XVII. To Mæcenas.
 XVIII. 
ODE XVIII.
 XIX. 
ODE XIX.
 XX. 
ODE XX. To Mæcenas.
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BOOK III.
 I. 
ODE I. To Asinius Pollio.
 II. 
ODE II.
 III. 
ODE III.
 IV. 
ODE IV. To Calliope.
 V. 
ODE V.
 VI. 
ODE VI.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Asterie.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Mæcenas
 IX. 
ODE IX.
 X. 
ODE X. To Lyce.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Mercury.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Neobule.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV.
 XV. 
ODE XV. To 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.
 XXII. 
ODE XXII. To Diana.
 XXIII. 
ODE XXIII. To Phidyle.
 XXIV. 
ODE XXIV.
 XXV. 
ODE XXV. To Bacchus.
 XXVI. 
ODE XXVI. To Venus.
 XXVII. 
ODE XXVII. To Galatea.
 XXVIII. 
ODE XXVIII. To Lyde.
 XXIX. 
ODE XXIX. To Mæcenas.
 XXX. 
ODE XXX.
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BOOK IV.
 I. 
ODE I. To Venus.
 II. 
ODE II. To Antonius Julus.
 III. 
ODE III. To Melpomene.
 IV. 
ODE IV.
 V. 
ODE V. To Augustus.
 VI. 
ODE VI. To Apollo.
 VII. 
ODE VII. To Torquatus.
 VIII. 
ODE VIII. To Censorinus.
 IX. 
ODE IX. To Lollius.
 X. 
ODE X. Ligurinus.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Phyllis.
 XII. 
ODE XII. To Virgil.
 XIII. 
ODE XIII. To Lyce.
 XIV. 
ODE XIV. To Augustus.
 XV. 
ODE XV.
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THE EPODES OF HORACE.
 I. 
EPODE I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
EPODE II.
 III. 
EPODE III. To Mæcenas.
 IV. 
EPODE IV. To Mena.
 V. 
EPODE V.
 VI. 
EPODE VI. To Cassius Severus.
 VII. 
EPODE VII. To the People of Rome.
 VIII. 
EPODE VIII.
 IX. 
EPODE IX. To Mecænas.
 X. 
EPODE X.
 XI. 
ODE XI. To Pettius.
 XII. 
EPODE XII.
 XIII. 
EPODE XIII.
 XIV. 
EPODE XIV. To Mecænas.
 XV. 
EPODE XV. To Neæra.
 XVI. 
EPODE XVI.
 XVII. 
EPODE XVII. Horace and Canidia.
  
The Secular ODE of Horace.

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ODE XXVII. To Galatea.

Let the ill-boding noisie Jay
Salute the Guilty on their Way;
Let Foxes as they pass along,
And Wolves accost them, big with Young.
Let Snakes, as swift as Arrows, thwart
The Road, and make their Horses start;
But you no Guilt no Danger know,
Why should I be concern'd for you?
I'll summon from the Eastern Skies
The Crow, e'er to the Fenns he flies;
And bid him change his croaking Strain,
And not forbode or Wind or Rain.
May Galatea happy be,
And kindly still remember me:
May no rude Pye, or luckless Crow,
Bode ill Success, where'er you go.
But see! Orion's setting Star
Portends a mighty Tempest near;
Too well the raging Seas I know,
And what the adverse Winds can do.
May those I hate ascend their Ship,
When Southern Blasts infest the Deep,
When gloomy Waves begin to roar,
And dash against the trembling Shore.
When on the Bull Europa rode,
Not knowing that she prest a God,
Breathless and pale the Dame survey'd
The Main, where rolling Monsters play'd.
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Lately she rang'd the flowry Mead,
And weav'd new Garlands for the Head;
Now all the Scene that greets her Eyes,
Is boundless Seas, and starry Skies.
Arriv'd upon the Cretan Coast,
Whose Shores a hundred Cities boast,
Mad with Despair, she cry'd, Adieu
My Father, and my Virtue too!
Where am I? wretched and undone!
And can a single Death atone.
The loss of Honour and of Shame?
Or am I pure, and this a Dream?
It is a vain Delusion sent
From Hell, and I still Innocent?
Could I the Meads and Flow'rs forsake,
To swim upon a Monster's Back?
Had I that Bull this Moment here,
His Flesh I could to pieces tear,
And break his Horns, by Rage inspir'd;
And spoil the Form I once admir'd.
Thus from my Father's Realm I fly!
Dare to do Ill, but dare not die!
Hear me, some kind propitious Pow'r,
Let some wild Beast this Wretch devour.
Expose my lovely Form a Prey
To Tygers, as they range this Way,
When Hunger prompts them to their Food,
E'er they have stain'd their Jaws with Blood.
Make haste to die, unhappy Maid!
Thy Father will thy Crimes upbraid;
This Girdle and yon bending Tree
Will soon conclude thy Destiny.
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Or from these Rocks rush headlong down,
And in the raging Ocean drown;
Your self from Shame and Bondage save,
How can a Princess be a Slave?
Venus and Cupid, as the Dame
Thus mourn'd, to her Assistance came;
The Boy his Bow unbent, the Queen
Of Beauty all in Smiles was seen.
A while she rally'd with the Fair;
Then thus at last, fond Maid forbear
Thy Rage, and give thy Passion o'er;
This hated Bull is in thy Pow'r.
Forget thy Sighs, and think of Love;
'Tis great to be the Wife of Jove:
The World's best Part shall speak thy Fame,
And be distinguish'd by thy Name.
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