| ODES - III.18 | O WONT THE FLYING NYMPHS ... |
| Horace (Q. Horatius Flaccus) | trans. John Conington |
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Faune, nympharum fugientium amator, per meos finis et aprica rura lenis incedas, abeasque parvis .......aequus alumnis, si tener pleno cadit haedus anno, larga nec desunt Veneris sodali uina craterae, vetus ara multo .......fumat odore. Ludit herboso pecus omne campo, cum tibi nonae redeunt Decembres; festus in pratis vacat otioso .......cum bove pagus; inter audacis lupus errat agnos, spargit agrestis tibi silva frondis, gaudet invisam pepulisse fossor .......ter pede terram. |
O wont the flying Nymphs to woo, Good Faunus, through my sunny farm Pass gently, gently pass, nor do .......My younglings harm. Each year, thou know'st, a kid must die For thee; nor lacks the wine's full stream To Venus' mate, the bowl; and high .......The altars steam. Sure as December's nones appear, All o'er the grass the cattle play; The village, with the lazy steer, .......Keeps holyday. Wolves rove among the fearless sheep; The woods for thee their foliage strow; The delver loves on earth to leap, .......His ancient foe. |
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