Poems by Horace

Poems by Horace

The Immortality of Verse, by Horace

Lest you should think that verse shall die,
Which sounds the silver Thames along,
Taught on t...

To Mæcenas, by Horace

Descended of an ancient line,
That long the Tuscan scepter sway'd,
Make haste to meet the gen...

To Thaliarchus, by Horace

Behold yon mountain's hoary height,
Made higher with new mounts of snow;
Again behold the win...