Living
Odes 1.38: Persicos Odi
Translated by John Conington (3rd ed., before 1869) · From Odes, Book I
Living
No Persian cumber, boy, for me;
I hate your garlands linden-plaited;
Leave winter's rose where on the tree
It hangs belated.
Wreath me plain myrtle; never think
Plain myrtle either's wear unfitting,
Yours as you wait, mine as I drink
In vine-bower sitting.
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MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38: Persicos Odi.” Translated by John Conington. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/36/.
Chicago
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38: Persicos Odi.” Translated by John Conington. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/36/.
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