TO PYRRHA (ODES, I, 5)
by: Horace (Quintus Horatius
Flaccus) (65-8 B.C.)
- HAT slender
youth, bedew'd with liquid odors,
- Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
- Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
- In wreaths thy golden hair,
- Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he
- Of faith and changed gods complain, and seas
- Rough with black winds, and storms
- Unwonted shall admire!
- Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
- Who, always vacant, always amiable
- Hopes thee, of flattering gales
- Unmindful. Hapless they
- To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me, in my vow'd
- Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung,
- My dank and dropping weeds
- To the stern god of sea.
POEMS BY HORACE
This English translation of "To
Pyrrha" was composed by John Milton (1608-1674).