ODE XIII. TO LYDIA. HE rosy neck of Telephus, the arms THE Wax-like of Telephus, to hear you dwell, Ah! me, with rapture, Lydia, on their charms, With fierce bile makes my burning liver swell. I burn with rage if he your shoulders white The hope that he will constant be, who, rude, From sad complainings, still united finds, ODE XIV. AD REMPUBLICAM. NAVIS, referent in mare te novi Fluctus. O quid agis? fortiter occupa Portum. Nonne vides, ut Nudum remigio latus, Et malus celeri saucius Africo, Antennæque gemant? ac sine funibus Vix durare carinæ Possint imperiosius Equor? non tibi sunt integra lintea; Sylvæ filia nobilis, Jactes et genus, et nomen inutile; Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus Debes ludibrium, cave. Nuper solicitum quæ mihi tædium, Vites æquora Cycladas. ODE XIV. TO THE COMMONWEALTH. SHIP! fresh waves will bear thee out to sea once more. What would'st thou do? Fast keep within the harbour bar. Dost thou not see of every oar Thy sides denuded are; Thy mast how damaged by blast of the swift south wind; Not hear thy sail-yards groan? Not know thou scarce could'st brave, Unless thy keel did cordage bind, The ocean's mightier wave? Thy sails are not unrent, no Gods are left to thee, A noble forest's child, Thou of thy ancestry should'st boast, and useless name. Thou who to me the cause of anxious pain hast been, Avoid the sea that flows between The shining Cyclades. ODE XV. NEREI VATICINIUM. ASTOR cùm traheret per freta navibus Ingrato celeres obruit otio Ventos, ut caneret fera Nereus fata. Maltâ ducis-avi domum, Quam multo repetet Græcia milite, Eheu, quantus equis, quantus adest viris Non Laërtiaden, exitium tuæ Gentis, non Pylium Nestora respicis? Urgent impavidi te Salaminius Teucer, te Sthenelus sciens ODE XV. PROPHECY OF NEREUS. HE Shepherd when in barks Idæan o'er the main ΤΗ His hostess Helen he perfidiously would take, Nereus, in calm unwish'd the swift winds did restrain, While thus of portents dire he spake : "Dread omen waits on thee who home conveyest her, Whom Greece to have restored with legions vast will seek, Asunder, bound by vow, thy nuptial ties to tear, And Priam's ancient kingdom break. "Alas, what sweat of steeds, of men, thy conduct through ! What slaughter wilt thou cause the Dardan nation bear! Her helmet, and her car and shield, her fury too, Already Pallas 'gins prepare. "In vain shalt thou, made bold by Venus' guardian care, "And Gnossian pointed reed, the battle's noisy roar, "Can'st not Laertes' son, unto thy nation's life Its death-blow doom'd to cause, not Pylian Nestor see? Teucer of Salamis, and Stenelus, in strife Of battle versed, or, if need be, |