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Q. Horatii Flacci Carminum Liber I. (-IV.) Ed. by T.E. Page. Lib.1-3
Quintus Horatius Flaccus
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adjective applied āre āri Assistant Master ātum Augustus āvi Bacchus Book called Cambridge CARMEN closely College common compar conj connected death Edited effect emphatic epithet ĕre expresses fact fall fear ferre follow frequently give gods Greek hand hence Horace Hymettus Italy itum keep king late Latin light live Maecenas meaning natural neque Notes Notice oris Persian phrase poet poetry position prep preparation probably proper quid Ready refer represented rich Roman School seems Selections sense short side similar sing sound speak stanza taken thing tibi verb Virg Vocabulary wealth whole Wickham wind wine word youth
Strona 67 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep ; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream ; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Strona 82 - Cursed be he that removeth his neighbour's landmark. And all the people shall say, Amen.
Strona 28 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
Strona 60 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Strona 47 - His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Strona 55 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Strona 34 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old time is still a flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun, The higher he's a getting, The sooner will his race be run, And neerer he's to setting.