Word for Word from Horace, the Odes Literally Versified by W T Thornton

Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2012 - 262 sider
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Lenesque sub noctem susurri Composita repetantur hora; Nunc et latentis proditor intimo Gratus puellae risus ab angulo, Pignusque dereptum lacertis, Aut digito male pertinaci. X. AD MERCURIUM. Mercuri, facunde nepos Atlantis, Qui feros cultus hominum recentum Voce formsti catus, et decorae More palaestrae: Te canam, magni Jovis et deorum Nuntium, curvaeque lyrae parentem; Callidum, quidquid placuit, jocoso Condere furto. Te boves olim nisi reddidisses Per dolum amotas, puerum minaci Voce dum terret, viduus pharetra Risit Apollo. Quin et Atridas, duce te, superbos, Ilio dives Priamus relicto, Thessalosque ignes, et iniqua Trojae Castra fefellit. chapter{Section 4Thou in their mansions of delight installest Pious men's souls, the airy throng directing With thy gold wand'approved by Gods supernal And by infernal. Fortune-telling would seem to have been much in vogue at Rome in Horace's time, and Chaldeans its chief professors. Don't ask ('tis forbidden to know) what will be The bound set by the gods, or for you, or for me, Nor yet, my Leucono, try to explore Babylonian cyphers: for, trust me, there 's more Of sense shown in bearing whate'er may betide, Whether many more winters Jove yet may provide, Or this'which on barriers of pumice has cast The broken Tyrrhenian sea'be our last. Be wise, rack your wine, and from life's narrow scope Cut away the delusion of far-reaching hope. E'en now, while we speak, spiteful time slips away: Don't believe in the future, lay hold on to-day. chapter{Section 5Tu pias laetis animas reponis Sedibus, virgaque levem corces Aurea turbam, superis deorum Gratus, et imis. XI. AD LEUCONOEN. Tu ne quaesiris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi Finem d dederint, Leucono; nec Baby...

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