Horace

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

Horace Poems

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