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But gentle slumber doesn’t despise. the humble house of a rural labourer, or a riverbank deep in the shade, or the vale of Tempe, stirred by the breeze. He who only longs for what is sufficient, is never disturbed by tumultuous seas, nor the savage power of Arcturus.
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes, Book 3, Poem 30. And now 'tis done: more durable than brass. My monument shall he, and raise its head. O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread. Corroding rain or angry Boreas, Nor the long lapse of immemorial time. I shall not wholly die: large residue.
Horace, Odes and Epodes. Paul Shorey and Gordon J. Laing. Chicago. Benj. H. Sanborn & Co. 1919. The National Endowment for the Humanities provided support for entering this text. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. An XML version of this text is available for download, with the ...
1 mar 2021 · the high priest will climb the Capitol with a quiet maiden. I will be said, where raging Aufidus roars. and where Daunus, poor in water, ruled over rural people, influential from a humble beginning, as a leader, I will be said to have composed Aeolian poetry. according to Italian meters.
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes, Book 3, Poem 2. To suffer hardness with good cheer, In sternest school of warfare bred, Our youth should learn; let steed and spear. Make him one day the Parthian's dread; Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life. Methinks I see from rampired town.
8 gru 2021 · Shakes the man who is righteous and set in purpose. From his strong mind, nor the East Wind, the tempestuous ruler of the restless Adriatic, nor the great hand of thundering Jupiter: if the shattered world collapsed, him, fearless, the debris would strike.
7 lip 2019 · Literal English Translation. Original Latin. Line. Descend from heaven and come, speak with pipe. a long melody, queen Calliope, now, if you prefer, with a keen voice. or with the strings and lyre of Phoebus. Do you hear me, or does a lovely madness.
