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horace-works_57		horace-works_57			.txt	text/plain	252	14	73	ODES II. ODE XIX. ON BACCHUS; A DITHYRAMBIC, OR DRINKING SONG I saw Bacchus( believe it, posterity) dictating strains among the remote rocks, and the nymphs learning them, and the ears of the goatfooted satyrs all attentive. my mind trembles with recent dread, and my soul, replete with Bacchus, has a tumultuous joy, Evoe! spare me, Bacchus; spare me, thou who art formidable for thy dreadful thyrsus. It is granted me to sing the wanton Bacchanalian priestess, and the fountain of wine, and rivulets flowing with milk, and to tell again of the honeys distilling from the hollow trunks. It is granted me likewise to celebrate the honor added to the constellations by your happy spouse, and the palace of Pentheus demolished with no light ruin, and the perdition of Thracian. You, moist with wine, on lonely mountaintops bind the hair of your Thracian priestesses with a knot of vipers without hurt.	./cache/horace-works_57.txt	./txt/horace-works_57.txt