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Horace Poems
- Bki:V Treacherous Girl What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in ...
- Bki:Xi Carpe Diem Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what ...
- Bki:Iv Spring Fierce winter slackens its grip: it’s spring ...
- Bkiii:Xxx Aere Perennius I’ve raised a monument, more durable...
- Bki:Ix Winter See how Soracte stands glistening with ...
- Bki:I The Dedication: To Maece... Maecenas, descendant of ...
- Bki:Ii To Augustus The Father’s sent enough dread hail and ...
Quintus Horatius Flaccus, known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus. The rhetorician Quintillian regarded his Odes as almost the only Latin lyrics worth reading, justifying his estimate with the words: "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words."
Horace also crafted elegant hexameter verses (Sermones and Epistles) and scurrilous iambic poetry (Epodes). The hexameters are playful and yet serious works, leading the ancient satirist Persius to comment: "as his friend laughs, Horace slyly puts his finger on ... more »
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Bki:V Treacherous Girl
What slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume,
urges you on, there, among showers of roses,
deep down in some pleasant cave?
For whom did you tie up your hair,
with simple elegance? How often he’ll cry at
the changes of faith and of gods, ah, he’ll wonder,
surprised by roughening water,
surprised by the darkening storms,
who enjoys you now and believes you’re golden,
who thinks you’ll always be single and lovely,
ignoring the treacherous
breeze. Wretched are those you dazzle
while still untried. As for me the votive tablet
that hangs ...
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''ODI profanum vulgus....''
(ODES, XII)
«Odes profanum vulgus et Arceo / Favete linguis»
Horace, Odes, XII (III)