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CARMEN XXVI.

AD MUSAM.

Musis amicus, tristitiam et metus Tradam protervis in mare Creticum

Portare ventis :

quis sub Arcto Rex gelidæ metuatur oræ, Quid Tiridatem terreat, unicè Securus.

ODE XXVI.

TO HIS MUSE.

BELOV'D by the Muses,

All sorrow and care
My bosom unlooses

And flings in the air ;
To the winds' wanton motion

I cast them astray,
To be borne on the ocean
Of Crete far

away :

I am utterly careless

What king on the coast ’Neath the Arctic, all cheerless,

Is dreaded the most ;
Free and happy my state is,

No terrors I see,
What frights Tiridates

Is nothing to me.

O quæ fontibus integris Gaudes, apricos necte flores,

Necte meo Lamiæ coronam, Pimplea dulcis.

Nil sine te mei

Prosunt honores. Hunc fidibus novis,
Hunc Lesbio sacrare plectro,

Teque tuasque decet sorores.

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Oh! thou who delightest,

Pimplea, sweet Muse,
In fountains the brightest

That Nymphs ever use.
Together confine me

The sunny flowers now,
A chaplet entwine me

For Lamia's brow.

Without thee, to praise him

'Twere vain to aspire ;
But immortal to raise him

With Lesbian lyre;
To exalt him to heaven

With strains new and free,
Is a service well given

Thy sisters and thee.

ODE XXVI.

RETRANSLATED.

By the Muses lov’d, I cast
Fear and sorrow to the blast;

Tradam protervis in.mare Creticum

Portare ventis :

quis sub Arcto Rex gelidæ metuatur oræ, Quid Tiridatem terreat, unicè Securus.

O quæ fontibus integris
Gaudes, apricos necte flores,

Necte meo Lamiæ coronam,
Pimplea dulcis.

Nil sine te mei Prosunt honores. Hunc fidibus novis, Hunc Lesbio sacrare plectro,

Teque tuasque decet sorores.

CARMEN XXVII.

AD SODALES.

Natis in usum lætitiæ scyphis
Pugnare, Thracum est ; tollite barbarum

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