Posts Tagged 'horace'

penthesilea1623:

July 1, 2016 – The 100th Anniversary of the start of the Battle of the Somme

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

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o-fortunate-adulescens:

idk friends I just want Horace to know that people all over the world quote his carpe diem. i just want to let him know that he was right, that he never actually died, he wanted to live forever and he did it. “non omnis moriar” you were right, Quintus, my dear friend. I, a 18-year-old kid who lives 2012 years after your death, remember you and cherish your works. you’ve finished a monument more lasting than bronze, taller than the pyramids, a monument that neither the rain nor the winds could destroy. you will live forever in our hearts and your glory will never stop shining. 

The Value of Leisure

lionofchaeronea:

Horace, Odes 2.16.1-12

It is leisure that a man asks
From the gods, when he is caught
On the open Aegean, at the moment
That a black cloud has hidden
The moon, and the sure stars
No longer shine for sailors;
It is leisure that Thrace, raging
In war, prays for; and leisure
Is what the Medes, comely
With their quivers, desire –
Leisure, Grosphus, a thing
You cannot purchase with gems,
Nor with purple or gold.
For neither treasure nor a consul’s
Lictor can remove wretched storms
Of the mind and cares that flit
Around rich paneled ceilings.

Otium divos rogat in patenti
prensus Aegaeo, simul atra nubes
condidit lunam neque certa fulgent
  sidera
nautis;
otium bello furiosa Thrace,
otium Medi pharetra decori,
Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura
  venale
neque auro.
Non enim gazae neque consularis
summovet lictor miseros tumultus
mentis et curas laqueata circum
  tecta
volantis.

Leisure Hours, John William Godward, 1905


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