• 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...

  • Lars Porsena of Clusium,
      By the Nine Gods he swore
    That the great house of Tarquin
      Should suffer wrong no more.
    By the Nine Gods he swore it,
      And named a trysting-day,
    And bade his messengers ride forth,
    East and west and south and north,
      To summon his array.

    East and west and south and north
      The...

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         Lars Porsena of Clusium

              By the Nine Gods he swore

         That the great house of Tarquin

              Should suffer wrong no more.

         By the Nine Gods he swore it,

              And named a trysting day,

         And bade his messengers ride forth,

         ...