Horace

(8 December 65 BC – 27 November 8 BC / Italy)

Horace Poems

1. Bki:Vii Tibur 5/2/2012
2. Bki:X To Mercury 5/2/2012
3. Bki:Xxv A Prophecy Of Age 5/2/2012
4. Bki:Xxvii Entanglement 5/2/2012
5. Bki:Xxviii Three Handfuls Of Earth 5/2/2012
6. Bki:Xxix Off To The Wars 5/2/2012
7. Bki:Xxxii To The Lyre 5/2/2012
8. Bki:Xxxiii Tibullus, Don’t Grieve 5/2/2012
9. Bki:Xxxiv Fortune’s Changes 5/2/2012
10. Bki:Xxxvi Numida’s Back Again 5/2/2012
11. Bkii:I To Pollio, Writing His History Of The Civil Wars 5/2/2012
12. Bkii:V Be Patient 5/2/2012
13. Bkii:Vi Tibur And Tarentum 5/2/2012
14. Bkii:Vii A Friend Home From The Wars 5/2/2012
15. Bkii:Viii Faithless Barine 5/2/2012
16. Bkii:Xi Don’t Ask 5/2/2012
17. Bkii:Xiv Eheu Fugaces 5/2/2012
18. Bkii:Xv Excess 5/2/2012
19. Bkii:Xvii We’ll Go Together 5/2/2012
20. Bkii:Xviii Vain Riches 5/2/2012
21. Bkiii:I Odi Profanum 5/2/2012
22. Bkiii:Iv Temper Power With Wisdom 5/2/2012
23. Bkiii:V No Surrender 5/2/2012
24. Bkiii:Ix A Dialogue 5/2/2012
25. Bkiii:X Cruel One 5/2/2012
26. Bkiii:Vii Be True 5/2/2012
27. Bkiii:Xiv Augustus Returns 5/2/2012
28. Bkiii:Xv Too Old 5/2/2012
29. Bkiii:Xvii The Approaching Storm 5/2/2012
30. Bkiii:Xviii To Faunus 5/2/2012
31. Bkiii:Xix Let’s Drink 5/2/2012
32. Bkiii:Xx The Conflict 5/2/2012
33. Bkiii:Xxii To Diana 5/2/2012
34. Bkiii:Xxiii Pure Hands 5/2/2012
35. Bkiii:Xxiv Destructive Wealth 5/2/2012
36. Bkiii:Xxv Bacchanalian Song 5/2/2012
37. Bkiii:Xxvii Europa 5/2/2012
38. Bkiv:Ii Augustus’s Return 5/2/2012
39. Bkiv:Iv Drusus And The Claudians 5/2/2012
40. Bkiv:V To Augustus 5/2/2012
Best Poem of Horace

Bki:Xi Carpe Diem

Leuconoë, don’t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us,
whether your fate or mine, don’t waste your time on Babylonian,
futile, calculations. How much better to suffer what happens,
whether Jupiter gives us more winters or this is the last one,
one debilitating the Tyrrhenian Sea on opposing cliffs.
Be wise, and mix the wine, since time is short: limit that far-reaching hope.
The envious moment is flying now, now, while we’re speaking:
Seize the day, place in the hours that come as little faith as you can.

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Bki:Ii To Augustus

The Father’s sent enough dread hail
and snow to earth already, striking
sacred hills with fiery hand,
to scare the city,

and scare the people, lest again
we know Pyrrha’s age of pain
when Proteus his sea-herds drove
across high mountains,

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