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Odes 1.32 (Gladstone): Poscimur
Translated by W. E. Gladstone (1894) · From Odes, Book I
They call for thee. In sport, in shade,
Thou, O my Lyre, some strains hast played,
Which yet may live. But now, inspire
A patriot fire.
A Lesbian tuned thee first of all,
Armed, but in war's brief interval,
Or when his wave-tossed ship might reach
The dripping beach,
Of Venus, and her Boy hard by,
Of Lycus, dark of hair and eye,
Of Bacchus, and the Muses, he
Would minstrel be.
By Jove in banquet loved right well,
Apollo's crown, beguiling Shell,
I pray thee, let my fond 'all hail!'
And prayer prevail.
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MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.32 (Gladstone): Poscimur.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/376/.
Chicago
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.32 (Gladstone): Poscimur.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/376/.
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