HORA CE:

BOOK I.

ODE I.

PATRON and pride! whose lineage springs

From ancient stem of Tuscan kings,
Mæcenas! fome on Pifa's ftrand

Whirl, in thick clouds of circling fand,

The glowing car, elate of foul;
With nice evafion clear the goal:
The wreaths, that victor-brows entwine,
Lift mortals to a height divine.

Some love in civic breasts to raife
The monument of patriot-praise :
Some, the full stores of golden grain,
Swept from prolific Lybia's plain.

Who joys to reap in native fields,
What Earth's all-fostering bofom yields,
On him not mines of gold prevail
To ftem the wave, and face the gale.

Luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum
Mercator metuens, otium et oppidi
Laudat rura fui: mox reficit rates
Quaffas, indocilis pauperiem pati.
Eft, qui nec veteris pocula Maffici,
Nec partem folido demere de die
Spernit; nunc viridi membra fub arbuto
Stratus, nunc ad aquæ lene caput facræ.
Multos caftra juvant, et lituo tubæ
Permiftus fonitus, bellaque matribus
Deteftata. Manet fub Jove frigido
Venator, teneræ conjugis immemor ;
Seu vifa eft catulis cerva fidelibus,
Seu rupit teretes Marfus aper plagas.
Te doctarum ederæ præmia frontium
Dîs mifcent fuperis: me gelidum nemus,
Nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori
Secernunt populo; fi neque tibias
Euterpe cohibet, nec Polyhymnia
Leíboum refugit tendere barbiton.
Quòd fi me Lyricis vatibus inferis,
Sublimi feriam fidera vertice.

When howling tempefts rend the skies,
And feas in billowy mountains rife,
The trembling merchant fighs in vain
His tranquil joys and rural reign:
But luft of gold, the danger pass'd,
Rigs the torn bark, and dares the blast.
One, nothing loath, regales his foul
With feftive ease and focial bowl;
Repos'd, where blooming fhrubs o'erfhade,
And limpid rills refresh the glade.

Him, thrill with transport war's alarms,
The clarion loud and clashing arms:
War! from whose crimson sources rise
Orphan-tears and matron-fighs.

Deaf to the sweets of whispering love,
The huntsman braves inclement Jove,
To rouze the boar, or chace the fawn,
With trufty dogs at early dawn.

Thee raises to the blifs of heaven
That ivy-crown by Learning given.
Me, the cool grove, and nimble bound
Of Nymphs and Satyrs frifking round,
Mark from the vulgar; if the Mufe
Her pipe vouchsafe, nor lyre refuse.
If of the lyric choir am I,

This towering head will ftrike the sky.

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ODE IV.

SOLVITUR acris hyems gratâ vice Veris et Favonî:

Trahuntque ficcas machinæ carinas :

Ac neque jam ftabulis gaudet pecus, aut arator igni ;

Nec prata canis albicant pruinis.

Jam Cytherea choros ducit Venus, imminente Lunâ:

Junctæque Nymphis Gratiæ decentes

Alterno terram quatiunt pede; dum graves Cyclopum

Vulcanus ardens urit officinas.

Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto,

Aut flore, terræ quem ferunt folutæ.

Nunc et in umbrofis Fauno decet immolare lucis,

Seu pofcat agnam, five malit hoedum.

ODE IV.

SEE from yon plains the vernal gale
Loofe Tyrant Winter's icy chain!
Bids the bold failor fpread the fail,

And truft his veffel to the main.

The ploughman quits his wintry fire,

To flowery meads the flocks are led; Gay Spring difplays her rich attire,

Where Froft his hoary mantle fpred.

Lo! Venus leads the sprightly dance,

The Nymphs and Graces circling meet; And, thwart the Moon's pale luftre, glance To cadence brisk their twinkling feet.

Jove's arms, for Summer's fultry glow,

The lab'ring fons of Ætna tire:
The thunder reddens from each blow,
The lightning quickens with fresh fire.

Our brow let myrtle-wreaths enclose;

Cull every variegated flower,

That Zephyr scatters as he goes,

That Flora fuckles in her bower.

For Faunus light the facred fire,

Wide-ftreaming thro' th' umbrageous wood:

For him the fpotlefs lamb expire,

Or flow the kid's more welcome blood.