ODES II, 13, SELECTION by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS

@3PRoserpine@1's Empire glimmer'd o'er my Sight,
And dim @3Elyzium@1 shed a faint Delight;
Where @3Sappho@1's blest! who warbling plaintive Strains,
Melodious of her Country-Maids complains;
@3Alcæus@1 too, who sings of Flight and War,
Whose swelling Lyre to deeper Rage would dare;
In sacred Silence chain'd, the Ghosts around,
Astonisht stare, and hang upon the Sound;
Of Kings depos'd the Throngs rejoice to hear,
And list'ning drink the Warblings in their Ear;
What Wonder? since the triple-headed Beast,
Starting—lops down his Ears; and lull'd to Rest,
@3Erinnys'@1 Serpents sleep upon her Breast.

Nor now the wonted Chase @3Orion@1 heeds,
Nor now beneath his Hand the Lion bleeds,
The Sorrow-soothing Sounds @3Prometheus@1 please,
And @3Tantalus@1 delude, and soften into Ease.

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