Rejoicing games and festal days,
Held in immortal Cæsar's praise,
Shall then inspire your lofty lays;

Whilst strife shall cease.

Then (if my verse can ought prevail)
My voice shall join the general hail,

And bless the day's thrice-happy gale
Which breathes of

peace.

And as the triumph swells along,

Rome echoes the triumphant song;

Whilst to the bounteous gods belong

Each solemn rite.

Ten bulls shall your fit offering be,-
Ten heifers-such your high degree!
One bullock may suffice for me

In heaven's sight;

Whose horns are like a crescent now;
Dun-colour'd, (late from parent cow,)

Save where a spot adorns his brow

ODE VI.

AD APOLLINEM.

DIVE, quem proles Niobea magnæ
Vindicem linguæ, Tityosque raptor
Sensit, et Trojæ prope victor altæ
Phthius Achilles,

Cæteris major, tibi miles impar;
Filius quanquam Thetidos marinæ
Dardanas turres quateret tremendâ
Cuspide pugnax.

Ille, mordaci velut icta ferro

Pinus, aut impulsa cupressus Euro,

Procidit late, posuitque collum in

Pulvere Teucro.

Ille non,

inclusus equo Minervæ

Sacra mentito, male feriatos

Troas et lætam Priami choreis

Falleret aulam;

Sed palam captis gravis (heu nefas, heu)

Nescios fari pueros Achivis

ODE VI.

TO APOLLO.

PHŒBUS, submission hast thou wrung

From her who swell'd with boastful tongue : Huge Tityus thine arrows stung ;

Achilles, too,

Though o'er the Grecian hosts he shone,
Thy mightier power was forced to own,
E'en whilst his brandish'd spear alone

Caused Troy to rue.

He fell-like cedar or like pine,

When woodman's strokes or winds combine;

Then did his stately neck recline

'Mid Trojan dust.

His part was not deceit, but force;
Proud, he disdain'd the wooden horse
No base surprise was his resource-

Abusing trust:

But openly-O harsh and stern!
His savage will inclined to burn

1 Niobe.

Ureret flammis, etiam latentes

Matris in alvo:

Ni, tuis victus Venerisque gratæ
Vocibus, divûm pater annuisset

Rebus Æneæ potiore ductos

Alite muros.

Doctor argutæ fidicen Thaliæ

Phoebe, qui Xantho lavis amne crines, Dauniæ defende decus Camœnæ,

Lævis Agyieu.

Spiritum Phoebus mihi, Phœbus artem

Carminis, nomenque dedit poetæ.

Virginum primæ, puerique claris

Patribus orti,

Deliæ tutela deæ, fugaces

Lyncas et cervos cohibentis arcu,
Lesbium servate pedem, meique

Pollicis ictum;

Rite Latonæ puerum canentes,
Rite crescentem face Noctilucam,
Prosperam frugum, celeremque pronos

Volvere menses.

Nupta jam dices; Ego Dis amicum,

Sæculo festas referente luces,

Reddidi carmen, docilis modorum

Vatis Horatî.

E'en babes unborn in one vast urn

Form'd by the walls;

Had not great Jove afforded rest,
(By thee and Venus strongly press'd)-
Who swore to make Æneas blest

In distant halls.

Phoebus!-to whom Thalia looks

Whose locks are steep'd in Xanthus' brooks, Phoebus! defend with favouring looks

The Latian Muse.

Phoebus to me the poet's thought,

The poet's art, and name hath brought ;-
Youths, then, and virgins, nobly taught,
Your science use ;-

My beating thumb, this Sapphic strain,
Mark well in time;-would ye remain
Beloved of her who o'er each plain

Chases the deer:

Latona's son with joy resound;
Let Luna's praises, too, go round ;

She 'tis who makes the earth abound,

And rolls the year.

A happy bride, some maid will say"Part took I on that festal day When to the gods I sang a lay

To Horace dear."

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