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Horace 65 to 8 bce
Horace
65-8 bce


Theme:  Friends


NOTES:
In this poem, Horace is inviting his friend to drop by.  As is the case with many a poor poet, Horace appears to be broke . . . "no nard". 

“Thracian” (first stanza) refers to Greece.  Cecrops (second stanza) was the mythological first king of Attica and founder of Athens.

William Ewart Gladstone, the translator of this piece by Horace, was an important prime minister of Great Britain.
- S. H. Bass  


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Dear comrade in the days when thou and I (Martin)
Hold! hold! 'Tis for Thracian madmen (Martin)
No pomp of Persian feast (de Vere)
O precious crock (Martin)
Our common Sabine wine (Martin)
Than you, O valued friend of mine (Field)
To A Jar Of Wine (Field)
To Quintus Dellius (Field)
Wine, Women, and Song (Field)


Tributes to Horace:
On A Wine Of Horace's by Franklin P. Adams



Stop Button Clutter!
See, Spring's companions, Thracian gales (Ode 4.12)
Horace (65-8 bce), Roman poet
translation by William Ewart Gladstone (1809-1898), British poet

See, Spring's companions, Thracian gales,
Now warm the billows, fill the sails:
The soil is soft; the rivers flow
Unburdened by the winter snow.

The swallow builds; and puts to shame
Still sorrowing, the Cecropian name;
She, that for Itys sadly sings,
She scourged the barbarous lusts of kings.

Beside his full-fed sheep, the swain
In tender grass, indites the strain,
And charms the god, that loves to see
The dusky hills of Arcady.

Client of nobles, Virgil mine!
Say, if thou lov'st Calenian wine
This thirsty season? Then, with nard
Come buy it as a fit reward.

A tiny box of nard will buy
From the Sulpician granary
A cask, the liberal nurse of hope,
And meet with bitter care to cope.

How like you this? Be quick, and bring
Thy bargained share of offering;
Would I could give thee drink for naught,
As wealth in lordly dwellings ought.

Quick! ere the lurid death-fire's day,
Drive thou the lust of gain away!
Thy wisdom with unwisdom grace:
'Tis well to rave, in time and place.


       

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