Horace, Odes 1.21

Horace, Odes 1.21

Delicate maidens, call Diana,
Boys, call untamed Apollo
     And Latona, greatly loved
          By almighty Jove.

I exult in your rivers and shade of your groves,
Or whatever flows from gelid Algidus,
     Or in the shades of Erymanthus,
          Or in the green woods of Cragus;

You, raise Tempe with as many praises,
And the Delian birthplace of Apollo,
     Marked by quiver
          and Brother’s lyre at his shoulder.

Hence teary war, hence miserable hunger
And pestilence he, moved by ancient prayer,
     Drives from the people and Caesar, leader,
          To the Persians and Britons.


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