BOOK I. ODE I. Mæcenas, sprung from line of ancient kings, To have swept along the dust, and shunned the goal His fathers' fields, by Attalus' wealth Thou ne'er couldst move him, on a Cyprian beam, Sailing with fear, to cut Myrtoan sea; The South wind wrestling with the Icarian waves, The trader apprehensive praises ease Laudat rura sui: mox reficit rates And scenery of his town; soon his flawed bark There is who neither spurns old wine in cups, Refuse to string the Lesbian maiden's lyre; With upraised head I'll strike the stars of Heaven. LIBER I. CARMEN IX. Vides ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nec iam sustineant onus Silvae laborantes, geluque Flumina constiterint acuto. Dissolve frigus ligna super foco Large reponens atque benignius Deprome quadrimum Sabina, O Thaliarche, merum diota. Permitte divis cetera, qui simul Stravere ventos aequore fervido Deproeliantes, noc cupressi Nec veteres agitantur orni. BOOK I. ODE IX. Seest thou upon Soracte's height How the deep snow is glistening bright? The labouring woods scarce bear their load, Sharp frost has stopped the rivers' flood. Dispel the cold; pile higher still Leave to the Gods the rest; when they S |