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Horace 65 to 8 bce
Horace
65-8 bce


Themes:   Wine, Women, and Song
                        Wine Drinkers



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)
To Quintus Dellius (Field)


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



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Wine, Women, And Song (Ode 1. 18)
Horace (65-8 bce), Roman poet
translation by Eugene Field (1850-1895), American poet

Ovarus mine,
Plant thou the vine
Within this kindly soil of Tibur ;
Nor temporal woes,
Nor spiritual, knows
The man who's a discreet imbiber.
For who doth croak
Of being broke,
Or who of warfare, after drinking?
With bowl atween us,
Of smiling Venus
And Bacchus shall we sing, I'm thinking.

Of symptoms fell
Which brawls impel,
Historic data give us warning;
The wretch who fights
When full, of nights,
Is bound to have a head next morning.
I do not scorn
A friendly horn,
But noisy toots, I can't abide 'em!
Your howling bat
Is stale and flat
To one who knows, because he's tried 'em!

The secrets of
The life I love
(Companionship with girls and toddy)
I would not drag
With drunken brag
Into the ken of everybody;
But in the shade
Let some coy maid
With smilax wreathe my flagon's nozzle,
Then all day long,
With mirth and song,
Shall I enjoy a quiet sozzle!


from Echoes From The Sabine Farm (1899)


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



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