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this poem, Horace happens upon a Roman wine party which is getting
out of control. The main trouble maker is “Megilla's fair
(third stanza), who has been bewitched by a lovely lass (as lovely
lasses are prone to do to young men). Those partiers around
are “messing with his head” about his forlorn mood and his
great love. Violence is about to ensue from the
is trying to convince our young romantic to get our of his “funky
mood” by telling his tale of love, and thus, join in the joyful
(first stanza) is a reference to Greeks – those “madmen” who
“fight with wine-cups, that are only meant for delight”.
is a type of wine, grown in a region of Italy that features Mount
(next to last stanza) was a sea monster of mythology that took the
form of a violent whirlpool.
stanza: Pegasus is the famed winged horse of mythology, and the
Chimaera was a female, fire-breathing monster.
S. H. Bass
comrade in the days when thou and I (Martin)
pomp of Persian feast (de Vere)
precious crock (Martin)
common Sabine wine (Martin)
Spring's companion, Thracian gales (Gladstone)
Than you, O valued friend of mine (Field)
A Jar Of Wine (Field)
Quintus Dellius (Field)
Women, and Song (Field)
Tributes to Horace:
On A Wine Of Horace's by Franklin P. Adams
hold! 'Tis for Thracian madmen
(65-8 bce), Roman poet
by Theodore Martin (1816-1909), Scottish poet
hold! 'Tis for Thracian madmen to fight
wine-cups, that only were made for delight.
barbarous-brutal! I beg of you all,
not our banquet with bloodshed and brawl!
Median scimitars strangely accord
lamps and with wine at the festival board!
out of all rule! Friends, your places resume,
let us have order once more in the room!
I am to join you in pledging a beaker
this stout Falernian, choicest of liquor,
fair brother must say, from what eyes
the shaft, sweetly fatal, that causes his sighs.
– dumb! Then I drink not a drop. Never blush,
the fair one may be, man! Tush, tush!
do your taste credit, I'm certain – for yours
always select in its little amours.
be frightened! We're all upon honor, you know,
out with your tale! – Gracious powers! Is it so?
fellow! Your lot has gone sadly amiss,
you fell into such a Charybdis as this!
witch, what magician, with drinks and with
god can effect your release from her harms?
fettered, scarce Pegasus' self, were he near you,
the fangs of this triple Chimaera would clear
Ode 1.27 from Horace