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Horace
Horace
65-8 bce


Theme:  Carpe Diem


NOTES:
Eugene Field, an American poet and journalist, is best know for his children's poetry, such as “Little Boy Blue” and “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”.  In Echoes From The Sabine Farm, he translates some Odes of Horace in a paraphrastic style that employ some delightful anachronisms, although always staying true to the spirit and message of the original.  This book was published posthumously by his brother, Roswell Martin Field, who also contributed his own translations.

Besides his translations of four odes of Horace,  Eugene Field contributes his own poetry to vintagewinepoems.com.
-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)
See, Spring's companion, Thracian gales (Gladstone)
Than you, O valued friend of mine (Field)
To A Jar Of Wine (Field)
Wine, Women, and Song (Field)


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



Stop Button Clutter!
To Quintus Dellius (Ode 2.3)
Horace (65-8 bce), Roman poet
translation by Eugene Field (1850-1895), American poet

Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;
For though you pine your life away
With dull complaining breath,
Or speed with song and wine each day,
Still, still your doom is death.

Where the white poplar and the pine
In glorious arching shade combine,
And the brook singing goes,
Bid them bring store of nard and wine
And garlands of the rose.

Let's live while chance and youth obtain;
Soon shall you quit this fair domain
Kissed by the Tiber's gold,
And all your earthly pride and gain
Some heedless heir shall hold.

One ghostly boat shall some time bear
From scenes of mirthfulness or care
Each fated human soul, –
Shall waft and leave its burden where
The waves of Lethe roll.

So come, I prithee, Dellius mine;
Let's sing our songs and drink our wine
In that sequestered nook
Where the white poplar and the pine
Stand listening to the brook.


from Echoes From The Sabine Farm (1899)


Echoes From The Sabine Farm (1899)
by Eugene Field & Roswell Martin Field



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