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. Oh! thou who delightest, The sunny flowers now, 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, Securus. O quæ fontibus integris Gaudes, apricos necte flores, 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 |