The Fifth Ode of Horace,
Lib. I
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The Fifth Ode of Horace, Lib. I
Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa, Rendered almost word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language will permit.
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What slender Youth bedewed with liquid odors Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, xxxxPyrrha for whom bind’st thou xxxxIn wreaths thy golden Hair, Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas xxxxRough with black winds and storms xxxxUnwonted shall admire: Who now enjoys thee credulous, all Gold, Who always vacant, always amiable xxxxHopes thee; of flattering gales xxxxUnmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untried seem’st fair. Me in my vowed Picture the sacred wall declares t’ have hung xxxxMy dank and dropping weeds xxxxTo the stern God of Sea. |
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