Translations Into English And Latin

ugh that tells In what dim corner lurks thy love; And snatch a bracelet or a glove From wrist or hand that scarce rebels. ODE 11. To Leuconoe. SEEK not, for thou shalt not find it, what my end, what thine shall be; Ask not of Chaldaea's science what God wills, Leuconoe: Better far, what comes, to bear it. Haply many a wintry blast Waits thee still; and this, it may be, Jove ordains to be thy last, Which flings now the flagging sea-wave on the obstinate sandstone-reef. Be thou wise: fill up the wine-cup; shortening, since the time is brief, Hopes that reach into the future. While I speak, hath stol'n awa,y Jealous Time. Mistrust To-morrow, catch the blossom of To-day. ODE 14. To A Ship. ET on fresh billows seaward wilt thou ride, O Ship? What dost thou? Seek a hav'n, and there Rest thee : for lo ! thy side Is oarless all and bare, And the swift south-west wind hath maimed thy mast, And thy yards creak, and, every cable lost, Yield must thy keel at last On tyrannous sea-waves tossed Too rudely. Goodly canvas is not thine, Nor gods, to hear thee when thy need is sorest:? True, thou?a Pontic pine, Child of a stately forest? Boast'st rank and empty name : but little trust The frightened seamen in a painted stern. Stay?or be mocked thou must By every wind in turn. Flee?what of late sore burden was to me, Now a sad memory and a bitter pain,? Those shining Cyclads flee, That stud the far-o...