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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

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99

ODE VI. TO APOLLO AND DIANA.

God, whose dread power the Theban queen
Felt for her boastings proud and vain,
And Tityos ravisher obscene,
And Peleus' son, who might have been
High Ilion's fatal bane;
The soldier, braver than them all,
No match for thee was taught to fear,
Though him her child did Thetis call,
And though he shook the Dardan wall,
Arm'd with tremendous spear.
As falls to biting steel the pine,
Or Cypress to the eastern gust,
So he was humbled to resign
His life, extended, and recline
His neck in Trojan dust.
He in no wooden horse disguis'd,
For sacred rites of false report,
The Trojan dupes would have surpris'd,
'Midst feasts and dances ill-advis'd,
In city and at court.

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But boldly fierce, with open ire,
Alas! alas! the dreadful doom
Had gratify'd his vengeance dire,
And infants burnt with Grecian fire,
Ev'n in their mother's womb.
If not by thee wrought to relent,
And Venus in persuasion skill'd,
The sire of gods had giv'n assent
That for more fortunate event,
Æneas walls should build.
O lyrist, with a master's air,
By whom the sweet Thalia plays,
Which in cool Xanthus lav'st thy hair,
Make thou the Daunian muse thy care,
Enlightner of our ways.
Phœbus, my spirit, taste, and flame,
Gives all the gifts that verse adorn;
From him I have the poet's name—
“Ye virgins of unspotted fame,
“And youths most nobly born,
“Wards of the Delian maid, so fleet
“'Gainst stags and ounces with her bow,
“Take notice of the Lesbian feet,
“And, as the time you see me beat,
“Attend to fast and slow,

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“Extolling with the ritual praise
“Latona's darling in your song,
“And her that nightly mends her blaze,
“As shedding her fructiferous rays,
“She rolls the months along.
“Soon when you're marry'd each shall say,
“I too was present to rehearse,
“Upon that memorable day,
“The numbers of th'Horatian lay,
“Skill'd in his mystic verse.”
 

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