BOOK I. ODE XIV. O Ship, fresh-rising billows will bear thee back again Thy sides of oars to speed thee are, Thy mast, too, sorely wounded with the swift hurricane And sailyards groan; and, were't not for cables to sustain, Thy keel could scarcely now abide The more and more imperious tide? There is not now to aid thee a yet untattered sail, The forest's child, of noble line, Jactes et genus et nomen inutile, Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus Fidit. Tu nisi ventis Debes ludibrium, cave. Nuper sollicitum quæ mihi tædium, Nunc desiderium curaque non levis, Interfusa nitentes Vites æquora Cycladas. Vauntest a useless title and genealogy, The mocking tempests, be thou ware. Thou who of late didst cause me distressful weariness, Now cause of anxious longing, and care not burdenless, Avoid the intermingling seas Mid those bright isles the Cyclades. LIBER I. CARMEN XV. Pastor cum traheret per freta navibus Ventos ut caneret fera Nereus fata: 'Mala ducis avi domum Heu heu, quantus equis, quantus adest viris Sudor! quanta moves funera Dardanæ Genti. Jam galeam Pallas et ægida Currusque et rabiem parat. BOOK I. ODE XV. What time the Shepherd Chieftain dragged Helen 'cross the sea "Ill bodes the bird that leads thee to take unto thy home "A bride whom Greece to claim back with many a troop will come, "A sworn confederation to break thy nuptial vow, And Priam's old realm to lay low. "Alas! what sweat for horses! what sweat for men's at hand! |