HORATII CARMINA. LIBER IV.-CARMEN IV. DRUSI LAUDES. QUALEM ministrum fulminis alitem, Olim juventas, et patrius vigor Nido laborum propulit inscium, Vernique jam nimbis remotis, Insolitos docuere nisus Venti paventem; mox in ovilia SELECT ODES OF HORACE. BOOK IV.–ODE IV. THE PRAISES OF DRUSUS. As the swift arm-bearer of Jove, (With lofty flight ’tis his to soar, King of his race, who faithful bore Fair Ganymede to realms above) Whom Nature and his royal breed Urge from the eyrie, all untried, When Spring's soft gales the storms succeed In motion new his timid wing to guide; Soon rage instinctive bears away To mock the shepherd's crafty toil ; Next, lust of strife, and bleeding prey Match with the struggling serpent's coil ; Qualemve lætis caprea pascuis Intenta, fulvæ matris ab ubere Jam lacte depulsum leonem, Dente novo peritura, vidit; Videre Rhætis bella sub Alpibus Drusum gerentem Vindelici; (quibus Mos unde deductus per omne Tempus Amazonia securi Dextras obarmet, quærere distuli: Sensere, quid mens rite, quid indoles Nutrita faustis sub penetralibus Posset, quid Augusti paternus In pueros animus Nerones. Fortes creantur fortibus et bonis; Est in juvencis, est in equis patrum Virtus ; nec imbellem feroces Progenerant aquilæ columbam. Or, as the lion's form and flashing eye, Roused by his growling dam and udders dry, Browsing in flowery meads the kid espies, And soon the monarch's jaws her gentle life blood dyes; Such Drusus on the Alps' wild height The Rhætians' broken ranks behold! (The axe their hand yet grasps in fight, Borne by the Amazons of old. Such fashion whence by me unsought All knowledge not to any given) By youthful force their masses driven, What can a soul and nature dare, Nursed by the shelter of a throne ; What great Augustus' princely care To Nero's sons paternal shown! Still spring the brave from generous blood; in the noble steed, Proclaim the Dove's degen’rate breed. Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam, Rectique cultus pectora roborant: Utcunque defecere mores, , Indecorant bene nata culpæ. Quid debeas, O Roma, Neronibus, Testis Metaurum flumen, et Asdrubal Devictus, et pulcher fugatis Ille dies Latio tenebris, Qui primus alma risit adorea ; Dirus per urbes Afer ut Italas, Ceu flamma per tædas, vel Eurus Per Siculas equitavit undas. Post hoc secundis usque laboribus Dixitque tandem perfidus Hannibal : 66 Cervi, luporum præda rapacium, Sectamur ultro, quos opimus Fallere et effugere est triumphus ; |