Religion. I-34 (From The Odes Of Horace)

    God's mean and careless servant - while I wander
        Deep in the madness of Philosophy, -
    Now backward I must set my sail, and ponder
        Where my forsaken course retraced shall be.
    For Jupiter, who with his glittering fire
        So often cleaves apart the threatening clouds,
    His wingèd car and thundering horses higher
        Toward air has driven where no shadow shrouds.

    Whereat the sluggish earth, each vagrant river, -
        The Styx, and hated Tænarus' dread abode,
    And the Atlantic borders shake and shiver.
        Ah - to reverse high things and low, our God
    Is able, and the mighty he can lower,
        The obscure can raise. From this man Fortune steals
    The crown to give to that one; - in her power,
        Showing with hissing wings the joy she feels.

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A Palinode. I-16 (From The Odes Of Horace)

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To Venus. III-26 (From The Odes Of Horace)

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