And let that passionate boy of yours, Cupid. While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest. in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore, that you, born to die, have explored the celestial houses. Horace. It’s not marble, carved out with public inscriptions, and by which, after death, life and spirit return, to great generals, it’s not Hannibal’s rapid. 09/28/2020. Does endless sleep lie heavy on Quintilius. As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley. It’s the Muse who prevents the hero worth praising, from dying. Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. I’m consumed inwardly with lingering fires. Now’s the time for drinking deep, and now’s the time, to beat the earth with unfettered feet, the time, It would have been wrong, before today, to broach. Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. set in Tibur’s gentle soil, and by the walls Catilus founded: because the god decreed all things are hard for those who never drink. Piously, you ask the gods for him, alas, in vain: Even if you played on the Thracian lyre, listened. poets snatches Aeacus from Stygian streams. University of Adelaide (Internet Archive): The Works of Horace, translated into English Prose by C. Smart. Odes, Book IV, translated by A.S. Kline, Poetry in Translation. Calm your mind: the passions of the heart have made. Pindar , deserving Apollo’s laurel crown, whether he coins new phrases in audacious, dithyrambs, and is carried along in verse, or whether he sings gods, and kings, the children. Rhythm not rhyme is the essence. Like the winged agent of the bright lightning-bolt, to whom Jove granted power over wandering, birds, once the divine king had found him, youth and his native vigour first launching him. brought fire, by impious cunning, to men. Cultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) Horace. A poet of dual form, I won’t be carried ... (for the truly hardcore) is the original Latin by Horace. his shattered ships, unsuited to poverty. Achilles, sea-born Thetis’ son, hid, before sad Troy was ruined. Whereas, Virgil wrote that bellum (war) was held imprisoned within the gates of the temple - held in bondage until it was able to break free and afflict the Roman world again. strains of my voice, thrilled by Caesar’s return, will rise, and I will sing: ‘O lovely sun, O, While you lead us along: ‘Hail, God of Triumph!’, not once but many times: ‘Hail, God of Triumph!’, all the city will shout, and offer incense. Horace, Odes Book II.XX (Johnson) Now with no weak unballast. ~Horace, Odes, III, 6; A. S. Kline trans. While he tried to scare you, with his threatening voice. Odi profanum volgus et arceo. and the labouring woods bend under the weight: Drive away bitterness, and pile on the logs. Leuconoë , don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us. eager at wheeling their horses, nor anything else. Hold back the savagery of drums, and the Berecyntian horns. and Tiber reverse the course of his streams. the high winds die down, and the clouds disappear, and, because they wish it, the menacing waves. From woods to sea, nothing but northern winds. and our dead brothers. Contents Translator’s Note that Venus has imbued with her own pure nectar. that the rain has filled above its usual banks. the span of brief life prevents us from ever depending on distant hope. whatever fierce soldiers, with vessels or horses. The metres used by Horace in each of the Odes, giving the standard number of syllables per line only, are listed at the end of this text (see the Index below). who, dear to the gods, three or four times yearly, I’m called on. in the uncertain future, a second Salamis. But the disloyal mob, and the perjured whores, vanish, and friends scatter when they’ve drunk our wine, Guard our Caesar who’s soon setting off again, against the earth’s far-off Britons, and guard, the fresh young levies, who’ll scare the East. a man daring in war, yet still, amongst arms, or after he’d moored his storm-driven boat. What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume. Different contexts, differing attitudes Horace wrote in an age of revolution. the chaste house will be unstained by debauchery. This ode by Horace, composed before Ovid's text, offers another Roman view of the figure of Dionysus. Who’ll deny, now, that rivers can flow. they’re the days that divide the month of April. in verse, that’s accompanied by Lydian flutes. The translation is by A.S. Kline. Horace adapted the forms for the social life of Augustan Rome, and his Odes were not generally on ambitious themes: no epics or extended disquisitions, but 'occasional poems' on friendship, love, conviviality, patriotism, morality and day-to-day incidents, all treated with a wise and slightly self-deprecating modesty that Horace made his own. and the sound of the reed pipes won’t be absent, there: your power, there, twice every day, see the young boys. Odes, Book I, translated by A. S. Kline (Website, free eBook) Reading level: 10th grade and up; The first book of Horace’s Odes contain several of his most notable poems (including the poem in which he coins the phrase carpe diem), and the poems in this book are all under 100 lines, and so will provide a good beginning to the unit. stay as they were before, and on my cheek a tear. Multiple formats. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. Why does he keep. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. And if you enter me among all the lyric poets. on lawlessness, straying beyond just limits, the ancient arts again, by which the name. I’m too slight for grandeur, since shame and the Muse, who’s the power of the peaceful lyre, forbids me. nor is it the burning of impious Carthage, that more gloriously declares all the praises, of him who winning a name from his African. So you want me to drink up my share, as well. that boy of hers, Cupid, that hangs around her, and that beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes, O tortoiseshell, Phoebus’s glory, welcome. Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest "The worship of Juno claims our Italy's Kalends While a larger white ewe-lamb falls to Jupiter on the Ides." The man who is pure of life, and free of sin. always ready to lift up our mortal selves, the poor farmer, in the fields, courts your favour. her nest, she’s the House of Cecrops’ eternal shame. has placed a love-bite, in memory, on your lips. How often he’ll cry at. The Odes (Latin: Carmina) are a collection of lyric poems by the Roman poet Quintus Horatius Flaccus (known in English as Horace). springtime, then the day itself is more welcoming. The Grace, and the Nymphs, with both of her sisters, is daring enough. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Please try reading slowly to identify the rhythm of the first verse of each poem, before reading the whole poem through. Though Maeonian Homer holds the first place, played: and the love of the Lesbian girl still, from a Cydonian bow, more than once great, in fighting wars sung by the Muses: Hector, the fierce and brave Deiophobus weren’t the first. Horace G - £1684.00. I hold you prisoner, or follow you in flight. Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. In this article we analyse Emily Dickinson’s poem “My life had stood a loaded gun” using a specific methodology that combines linguistic and literary theory. of Nature and truth. John Conington. Horace - The Odes - A new freely downloadable translation. leaving the withering leaves to this East wind, Friend of the Muses, I’ll throw sadness and fear. with which you shine whenever it ties your hair: the house gleams with silver: the altar is wreathed. But it calmed her frenzy. who enjoys you now and believes you’re golden. was held in the charming bonds of Myrtale, that freed slave, more bitter than Hadria’s waves. Meriones the Cretan, dark with Troy’s dust, I sing of banquets, of girls fierce in battle. were conquered by the young man’s strategies: they came to realise what mind, and character. wild boar rampages, through his close meshes. those wretched elegies, or ask why, trust broken, Lovely Lycoris, the narrow-browed one, is on fire, with love for Cyrus, Cyrus leans towards bitter, Pholoë, but does in the wood are more likely. The virtue, and favour, and speech of powerful. Horace The Odes, Epodes, Satires, Epistles, Ars Poetica and Carmen Saeculare. that hangs on the temple wall reveals, suspended, You should be penned as brave, and a conqueror. And after that, through favourable efforts, the Roman youth grew in stature, and the shrines. who’s returned safe and sound, from the farthest West, now, on every dear friend, but on none of us more than. Deep in wine, who rattles on, about harsh campaigns or poverty? with pure vervain, and waits to be stained with blood, All hands are scurrying: here and there, a crowd, of boys and girls are running, and see the flames, are flickering, sending the sooty smoke rolling, And so that you know to what happiness you’re. The words open the first ode in Horace’s third book (Carminum Liber Tertius): I shun the profane crowd. as its body was lopped, grew no mightier. That’s what we say, mouths parched, at the start of the day, that’s what we say, lips wetted with wine, when the sun, God, whom Niobe’s children encountered, O, and a greater fighter than others, but not than. at first, to the gods, in the rites laid down. shall take in immortalising your virtues, greatest of princes, wherever the sun shines. Whose name will it be that joyfully resounds. your hair, or tear off your innocent clothes. careless of his life, when Hannibal conquered: and Camillus too, whom their harsh poverty. Posted by Colin Holcombe on 10 12 14. O Lyre, if I’ve ever played. were spread from the sun’s lair in the west, With Caesar protecting the state, no civil. Let’s celebrate the occasion, friends, before our blooming knees are shrouded and broken by age. What god, man, or hero do you choose to praise. Latin editions can be found on Perseus. Bees - in Roman literature 3. The manuscript is now in the Hyde Collection of Johnsoniana at Harvard University; the first page is reproduced below. While I create my verses. O ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again. The peasant who loves to break clods in his native. Lovely Bacchus, I’ll not be the one to stir you, against your will. paulum, pauli N little/small; small amount/quantity/extent; little bit/while; trifle wenig / klein, kleine Menge / Menge / Umfang, wenig / while; Kleinigkeit petite / petite; petite quantité / quantité / mesure; peu / tout; peu piccolo / piccola; piccola quantità / quantità / misura; po '/ while; sciocchezza poco / pequeño, pequeña cantidad / cantidad / nivel; poco / tiempo; bagatela the changes of faith and of gods, ah, he’ll wonder. whether his path’s through the sweltering Syrtes, or makes its way through those fabulous regions, While I was wandering, beyond the boundaries, of my farm, in the Sabine woods, and singing. we’ve the battle over wine, between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as a warning to us all, and the frenzied Thracians, whom Bacchus. Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly, and if it’s a question of handling the horses, you’ll know him too. Those wishing to understand the precise scansion of Latin lyric verse should consult a specialist text. I’ll drink on no other. Uselessly daring, through Venus’ protection. together returned that praise again, to you, Then, drink Caecubum, and the juice of the grape, crushed in Campania’s presses, my cups are. it was wonderful to see with what destruction, in contesting the war, he exhausted those minds, as the south wind, almost, when it troubles, the ungovernable waves, while the Pleiades’, constellation pierces the clouds, he was eager. unless you returned the cattle you’d stolen, And indeed, with your guidance, Priam carrying. since I’ve charmed away all of my hostile words. Pyrrha: 2 Another recital of Horace, Odes I.V; however, audio cuts out after line 13. A metrical translation by Lord Lytton, archive.org. Come and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups, yet wine that I sealed myself, and laid up. Drowned in the deep, it emerges lovelier: contend, it defeats the freshest opponent. to recall to mind that love I thought long-finished. But I’ve no such powers, and your spirit and state. their harsh fate: ‘You’re taking a bird of ill-omen. As, bull-like, the Aufidus rolls on, flowing. Phoebus condemned my verse, when I tried to sing, of war and conquered cities, lest I unfurled, seas. Morality was important to Horace, and is something that he laments the absence of during times of civil war (see Odes III.6.1-20). retreat, once repulsed, with his threats turned against him. Those wishing to understand the precise scansion of Latin lyric verse should consult a specialist text. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. 11. and the pledge that’s retrieved from her arm, I’ll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped. till the dull earth, and the wandering rivers. I, myself, when a nobler passion was called for. fields, won’t be tempted, by living like Attalus. Melpomene, teach me, Muse, a song of mourning, you, whom the Father granted. that struggle, far away, over raging seas, you’ll see that neither the cypress trees, Don’t ask what tomorrow brings, call them your gain. whether Jupiter gives us more winters or this is the last one. on the couches, lean back on your elbows. the latter in marble, the former in painting. free of our Roman laws, till now, have learnt. though you can boast of your race, and an idle name: the fearful sailor puts no faith in gaudy keels. Read all. So Venus has it, who delights in the cruel. leave one now who’s hardened to your soft commands: prayers, from the young men, invite you to return. conquer our Bassus in downing the Thracian draughts. fresh to his labours, out from the nest: spring winds. its home, wasting disease and a strange crowd, and death’s powers, that had been slow before. is far away with all its moroseness. Horace, Odes Book II.XX (Johnson) Now with no weak unballast. The 19th century author Charles Stuart Calverly (The Complete Works of Horace, Modern Library, 1936) has this for the opening: I scorn and shun the rabble’s noise. When will Honour, and unswerving Loyalty. A Country Festival (Horace, Odes III.18): About the Author . Who doesn’t rather speak of you, Bacchus, and you, lovely Venus? weave them together all the bright flowers. nor foreheads circled by freshly-gathered flowers. HTML and XML formats. and there’s nothing that’s like him or near him. The metres used by Horace in each of the Odes, giving the standard number of syllables per line only, are listed at the end of this text (see the Index below). in a given line. The Horatian ode format and style has been emulated since by other poets. you’ll comb your hair and pluck at the peace-loving lyre, make the music for songs that please girls: uselessly, from the heavy spears, from the arrows of Cretan, reeds, and the noise of the battle, and swift-footed, Ajax quick to follow: yet, ah too late, you’ll bathe. for hurling the discus, throwing the javelin out of bounds? Translation by Tony Kline The Anthology extract comprises lines 1-8 and 23-28; so if you read the whole original poem you'll find a twist in the tale! What has our harsh age spared? or in Odes and Epodes with notes by Charles E. Bennett, archive.org. O Sestus, my friend. Multiple formats. The metres used by Horace in each of the Odes, giving the standard number of syllables per line only, are listed at the end of this text (see the Index below). Here is a version of the poem in a modern translation by A. S. Kline A poet of dual form, I won't be carried through the flowing air on weak or mundane wings, nor will I linger down here on earth, Translation by Tony Kline The Anthology extract comprises lines 1-8 and 23-28; so if you read the whole original poem you'll find a twist in the tale! in secluded valleys, sing of bright Circe, Here you’ll bring cups of innocent Lesbian. and who’ll fear the offspring savage Germany breeds, if Caesar’s unharmed? of the crescent moon, at the third night’s rising. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. Let those that Fortune allows prune the vines. be allotted the lordship of wine by dice, or marvel at Lycidas, so tender, for whom, already, the boys. EPUB, HTML, MOBI and TXT formats. and the regions of Gaul, unafraid of death. and, you boys, sing in praise, of long-haired Apollo, You girls, she who enjoys the streams and the green leaves. disturbance will banish the peace, no violence. one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs. and the Graces with loosened zones, and the Nymphs. lend a swan’s singing, too, to the silent fishes, that I’m pointed out by the passer-by as one. you, though he was the son of sea-born Thetis. nurtured, with care, in a fortunate household. BkI:VIII : To Lydia: Stop Ruining Sybaris! don’t ask for any such kinds of amusement. We honor Columbus for his singular and still-incredible act of bravery in sailing westward to an almost certain death — a courageous act that Horace had alluded to some 1,500 years earlier. always pursue what’s appropriate for you. by pride that lifts its empty head too high, above itself, once more. The poem was never published in Johnson’s lifetime. Don’t allow this sweet day to lack a white marker. to sail the seas, in fear, in a Cyprian boat. readily. What would the child of Mars. that the housewives will tell of in story. Where are the altars they’ve left, alone? Ceres, and kindly Increase, will nourish the crops. to mount deep inside me, with troubling anger. bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy, Nereus , the sea-god, checked the swift breeze. the first day to smile in its kindly glory, since dread Hannibal rode through Italy’s. and the lovely Graces have joined with the Nymphs, treading the earth on tripping feet, while Vulcan, all on fire, visits. over the levelled spoil of their shattered walls. those powers that will spur on a mare in heat. the lyre ( I, born near thunderous Aufidus. Many are the good men who weep for his dying. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) of Jove and the gods, and the curved lyre’s father. I have followed the original Latin metre in all cases, giving a reasonably close English version of Horace™s strict forms. But that’s not what this post is about. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. to your care, guide you to Attica’s shores, the breast of the man who first committed, without fearing the fierce south-westerlies. the funerals of the old, and the young, close ranks together. See how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall. game of mating unsuitable bodies and minds. her face away from the curving line of the shore: so, smitten with the deep longing of loyalty. Like a river, rushing down from the mountains. BkI:XXII Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae), Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring and the west wind’s sweet ……. Ten bulls will acquit you, and as many cows: me, a tender calf that has left its mother, one that’s been fattened on wide pastures, one that, echoing, with its brow, those returning fires. The Odes (Latin: Carmina) are a collection of lyric poems by the Roman poet Quintus Horatius Flaccus (known in English as Horace).Modelled on the Greek odes of Sappho and Alcaeus, they address a range of public and private subjects, and reflect the reconcilitation of Horace, a republican soldier during the Civil War, with the regime of Augustus. hair, will handle your wine-cups, one taught, by his father’s bow how to manage eastern, arrows? Modelled on the Greek odes of Sappho and Alcaeus, they address a range of public and private subjects, and reflect the reconcilitation of Horace, a republican soldier during the Civil War, with the regime of Augustus. in a given line. who gleams much more brightly than Parian marble: and her face too dangerous to ever behold. and the molten lead aren’t absent either. the priestess’s mind in the Pythian shrine. Contents Translator’s Note none of them, Virgil, weep more profusely than you. it’s not right to know everything) but those hordes. The Persian scimitar’s quite out of keeping, with the wine and the lamplight: my friends restrain. to all of my comrades, my dear Censorinus. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. at our bidding, has gathered him to the dark throng? On working days, and the same on holy days. to cloudy heights. I’ll send no more proud messages to Carthage: since my brother Hasdrubal’s destruction. and their kids don’t fear green poisonous snakes. vitabit Libitinam; usque ego : posterus, postera -um, posterior -or -us, postremus -a -um coming after, following, next; COMP next in order, latter; SUPER last/hindmost kommt darauf folgenden, in der Nähe; COMP nächsten in Ordnung, letztere; SUPER letzten / hintersten venez après, suivant, après ; Élém. that’s lying there now in Sulpicius’ cellar, sufficient for granting fresh hope, and effective, If you’re in a rush for pleasures like this, come quick, with your purchase: since I refuse to consider, dipping a gift-less you, in my wine, as if I’m. clipping the red-hot wheels, by noble palms: this man, if the fickle crowd of Citizens, that one, if he’s stored away in his granary. Modelled on the Greek odes of Sappho and Alcaeus, they address a range of public and private subjects, and reflect the reconcilitation of Horace, a republican soldier during the Civil War, with the regime of Augustus. and forgets its pastures, a coward, you’ll flee him. should tears gather here on my cheeks, from time to time? Abstract. 5 Russo (n. 2), 195–208. the crown and delights in setting it, there. O you who are cruel still, and a master of Venus’s gifts. Yet swift moons are always repairing celestial losses: to virtuous Aeneas, to rich Tullus and Ancus, our kings, Who knows whether the gods above will add tomorrow’s hours, All those you devote to a friendly spirit will escape from, When once you’re dead, my Torquatus, and Minos pronounces. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. EPUB, HTML, MOBI and TXT formats. O Sweet Muse, that joys in fresh fountains. but the waters that run beneath fertile Tibur, children, the first of cities, to rank there among. deliver, and establish the worth of the gift. you’d not bother to hope for constancy from him. like a fierce tiger, or a Gaetulian lion: What limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss. his neighing horse through the midst of their fire. The Odes (Latin: Carmina) are a collection of lyric poems by the Roman poet Quintus Horatius Flaccus (known in English as Horace).Modelled on the Greek odes of Sappho and Alcaeus, they address a range of public and private subjects, and reflect the reconcilitation of Horace, a republican soldier during the Civil War, with the regime of Augustus. and left nothing more behind, for black Death. that scarcely a single ship escaped the flames, and Caesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred. Reading classical works aloud in Sarasota, and talking about them. and he’s not un-eloquent, for anxious clients: and he’ll carry your army’s standard far and wide: despite his rival’s expensive gifts, and he’ll raise, You’ll smell rich incense, and you’ll take, delight in the notes of the lyre, when they’re mingled. growing fiercer still, and resolving to die: no longer, be led along in proud triumph. and Youth, less lovely without you, hasten here, What does he pray for as he pours out the wine. of the groves that clothe the cool slopes of Algidus, You boys, sounding as many praises, of Tempe, and Apollo’s native isle Delos, his shoulder. while flagrant desire, libidinous passion. allowed, for someone who isn’t your equal. A COUNTRY FESTIVAL Horace, Odes III.18. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. ritually sing the fire of the waxing Moon, the quickener of crops, and swift advancer. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved. boys, and the sacred boughs of vervain, and incense. At last that treacherous Hannibal proclaimed: ‘Of our own will, like deer who become the prey. when you, who gave promise of much better things, by copious incense, come to the lovely shrine. Modelled on the Greek odes of Sappho and Alcaeus, they address a range of public and private subjects, and reflect the reconcilitation of Horace, a republican soldier during the Civil War, with the regime of Augustus. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. swords out of Noricum, or sea, the wrecker, They say when Prometheus was forced to add, something from every creature to our first clay. is known, has forced them to arm themselves. Source B: Horace, Book IV, Chapter XV, translator A.S. Kline, Horace: Odes, www.poetryintranslation.com, Poetry in Translation, 2003. trans. where the sun’s chariot rumbles too near the earth: I’ll still be in love with my sweetly laughing. with money that draws everything to itself, with a noble look rejecting the criminal’s, It’s not right to call a man blessed because he, owns much: he more truly deserves a name for. The gods protect me: my love and devotion, and my Muse, are dear to the gods. nurtured, with care, in a fortunate household. like the viper’s blood: he won’t appear with arms bruised by weapons. Scorched Phaethon’s a warning to hope’s ambition, and winged Pegasus offered a harsh example. OCR is committed to seeking permission to reproduce all third-party content that it uses in the assessment materials. or the long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies: clasping, more tightly than the wandering ivy. whatever he gleaned from the Libyan threshing. Please, oh please, spare me. The shepherds, with indolent sheep, in the soft grass, sing their songs to the sound of the pipes, and delight, great god, Pan, who is pleased with the flocks, and is pleased. so Pindar’s deep voice seethes, immeasurably. to lessen the praise of great Caesar and you, Who could write worthily of Mars in his armour. our sailors will sail across the waters in peace. Where are you going! Whereas, Virgil wrote that bellum (war) was held imprisoned within the gates of the temple - held in bondage until it was able to break free and afflict the Roman world again. (since I’ll burn for no other woman after, you) learn verses you’ll repeat in your lovely, voice: the darkest of cares will be lessened. The most frequent themes of his Odes and verse Epistles are love, friendship, philosophy, and the art of poetry. My child, how I hate Persian ostentation. though he bore witness, carrying his shield there, to Trojan times. and, remembering death’s sombre flames, while you can. Horace G Hutchinson / Fifty Years Of Golf First Edition 1919. Counting syllables, and noting the natural rhythm of individual phrases, may help. You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land. crossed, in spirit, the rounds of the sky. Horace fully exploited the metrical possibilities offered to him by Greek lyric verse. wine they’ve purchased with Syrian goods. stealing away your sleep, while the door sits tight, yet was once known to move its hinges, more than. Stanza Shaping in Horace. people! [9] Addendum 27 Feb 2019. George Bell and Sons. deserting her Cyprus, not letting me sing of. Agrippa, I don’t try to speak of such things. let it be heard by faithful ears – oh, you wretch! poured out, joins your name to those of his household gods, as the Greeks were accustomed to remembering, ‘O blessed leader, bring Italy endless peace!’. public games, when our brave Augustus returns, in answer to our prayers: you’ll sing the Forum, Then, if what I utter’s worth hearing, the best. 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