V. AD AUGUSTUM.

DIVIS orte bonis, optime Romulae Custos gentis, abes jam nimium diu: Maturum reditum pollicitus patrum

Sancto concilio, redi.

Lucem redde tuae, dux bone, patriae; Instar veris enim vultus ubi tuus

Affulsit populo, gratior it dies,

Et soles melius nitent.

Ut mater juvenem, quem Notus invido Flatu Carpathii trans maris aequora Cunctantem spatio longius annuo

Dulci distinet a domo,

His mother calls with many a prayer and vow
And many an omen, from the curved sea-strand
Withdrawing not her gaze-even so now,
Smitten with loyal longing, fatherland
Bids Caesar here again his presence show.

For the ox safely rambles through the mead:
Ceres and bountiful Prosperity

Are nourishing the land: with winged speed
Mariners skim the pirate-cleansèd sea:
Fidelity holds censure's voice in dread.

Adultery ceases the pure home to stain:
Custom and law's enactment have subdued
That foul offence: child-bearing women gain
Applause for babes of right similitude:
Crime and its punishment are co-mates twain.

While Caesar is preserved to us, who fears
The Parthian? or who the shaggy swarm
Of sons that teeming Germany uprears?
Whom does the ice-bound Scythian alarm?
Who heeds that savage Spain in arms appears?

Amid his own familiar hills, each one

In wedlock with the widowed trees unites

The vine; and joying o'er the day's work done,
Returns thence to his wine, and thee invites,
His second course, as deity, to crown.

Votis, ominibusque, et precibus vocat,

Curvo nec faciem litore demovet :

Sic desideriis icta fidelibus

Quaerit patria Caesarem.

Tutus bos etenim rura perambulat :
Nutrit rura Ceres, almaque Faustitas:
Pacatum volitant per mare navitae :
Culpari metuit Fides:

Nullis polluitur casta domus stupris:
Mos et lex maculosum edomuit nefas:
Laudantur simili prole puerperae:

Culpam poena premit comes.

Quis Parthum paveat? quis gelidum Scythen?
Quis, Germania quos horrida parturit

Fetus, incolumi Caesare? quis ferae
Bellum curet Hiberiae?

Condit quisque diem collibus in suis,
Et vitem viduas ducit ad arbores:
Hinc ad vina redit laetus, et alteris

Te mensis adhibet deum;

Thee, with abundance of entreaties, he
Pursues, and with libation of pure wine:
And, 'mid his Lares, thy divinity
Places, as mighty Hercules, in line
With Castor, ranks in Grecian memory.

Ah wouldest thou, good chief, on Italy
A long-enduring festal time bestow!
Dry, with the day before us, so say we
When early morning dawns: well-moistened, so
Say, when the sun is underneath the sea.

This reads like a sort of preface to the Secular Ode. Horace begins with thanksgiving to Apollo for having slain Achilles and preserved Aeneas, the originator of the Roman state, and then turns to the chorus and gives them some directions. I hope no critic will be very hard upon me for having, in my desperate need of a dissyllable, devised Teucrum as another name for Troy.

GOD, who wert found by Niobean offspring
Scourge of presumptuous tongues, and by the lustful
Tityus, and him, of Troy almost subduer,

Phthian Achilles :

Soldier, 'mid others best, to thee unequal,
Albeit, born of the sea-goddess Thetis ;
He, with redoubted spear assaulting, shivered
Dardan defences.

He as pine-tree stricken by biting hatchet
Or as proud cypress by the east wind levelled,

Te multa prece, te prosequitur mero Defuso pateris; et Laribus tuum Miscet numen, uti Graecia Castoris Et magni memor Herculis.

Longas o utinam, dux bone, ferias
Praestes Hesperiae! dicimus integro
Sicci mane die, dicimus uvidi,
Cum Sol Oceano subest.

VI. AD APOLLINEM.

DIVE, quem proles Niobea magnae Vindicem linguae, Tityosque raptor Sensit, et Trojae prope victor altae Phthius Achilles,

Ceteris major, tibi miles impar : Filius quamvis Thetidis marinae Dardanas turres quateret tremenda Cuspide pugnax.

Ille, mordaci velut icta ferro

Pinus, aut impulsa cupressus Euro,