Lauriger Horatius

Translated by John Addington Symonds LAUREL-CROWNED Horatius, True, how true thy saying! Swift as wind flies over us Time, devouring, slaying. Where are, oh! those goblets full Of wine honey-laden, Strifes and loves and bountiful Lips of ruddy maiden? Grows the young grape tenderly, And the maid is growing; But the thirsty poet, see, Years on him are snowing! What ’s the use on hoary curls Of the bays undying, If we may not kiss the girls, Drink while time ’s a-flying?

Collection: 
English
From the Medieval Latin
Sub Title: 
Poems of Home: IV. Youth

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