Living
Odes 1.38 (Martin): Persicos Odi
Translated by Theodore Martin (Boston, 1866) · From Odes, Book I (Martin, 1866)
Living
Persia's pomp, my boy, I hate,
No coronals of flowerets rare
For me on bark of linden plait,
Nor seek thou to discover where
The lush rose lingers late.
With unpretending myrtle twine
Naught else! It fits your brows,
Attending me, it graces mine,
As I in happy ease carouse
Beneath the thick-leaved vine.
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MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38 (Martin): Persicos Odi.” Translated by Theodore Martin. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/486/.
Chicago
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38 (Martin): Persicos Odi.” Translated by Theodore Martin. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/486/.
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