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![]() | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) | ![]() |
ODE XXX.
To my own Name this Monument I raise,
High as the Pyramids, and strong as Brass;
Which neither Storms nor Tempests shall deface:
High as the Pyramids, and strong as Brass;
Which neither Storms nor Tempests shall deface:
This shall remain, whilst Time glides nimbly by;
And the swift Years in measur'd Stages fly,
For I'll not perish, not entirely die.
And the swift Years in measur'd Stages fly,
For I'll not perish, not entirely die.
My Fame, my better Half, shall never end,
Whilst Mitred Priests before the Altar bend,
And Vestal Nymphs the Capitol ascend.
Whilst Mitred Priests before the Altar bend,
And Vestal Nymphs the Capitol ascend.
Where Aufidus with rapid Fury flows,
And Daunus heretofore his Dwelling chose,
And from a low Estate to Empire rose:
And Daunus heretofore his Dwelling chose,
And from a low Estate to Empire rose:
The distant Race of Latins shall admire
Me the first Bard, who urg'd with Sacred Fire,
Tun'd a Greek Measure to a Roman Lyre.
Me the first Bard, who urg'd with Sacred Fire,
Tun'd a Greek Measure to a Roman Lyre.
Be bold, my Muse! to claim the just Renown,
Thy Merits and Immortal Lays have won;
And deck thy Poet with a Laurel Crown.
Thy Merits and Immortal Lays have won;
And deck thy Poet with a Laurel Crown.
![]() | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) | ![]() |