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| Herodotus, The Histories (ed. A. D. Godley) | 80 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Polybius, Histories | 76 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Cornelius Tacitus, The History (ed. Alfred John Church, William Jackson Brodribb) | 20 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Vitruvius Pollio, The Ten Books on Architecture (ed. Morris Hicky Morgan) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Xenophon, Anabasis (ed. Carleton L. Brownson) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, Three orations on the Agrarian law, the four against Catiline, the orations for Rabirius, Murena, Sylla, Archias, Flaccus, Scaurus, etc. (ed. C. D. Yonge) | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Diodorus Siculus, Library | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| E. T. Merrill, Commentary on Catullus (ed. E. T. Merrill) | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley) | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Richard Hakluyt, The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of the English Nation | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington). You can also browse the collection for Pontus or search for Pontus in all documents.
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O luckless bark! new waves will force you back
To sea. O, haste to make the haven yours!
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
Your canvass hangs in ribbons, rent and torn;
No gods are left to pray to in fresh need.
A pine of Pontus born
Of noble forest breed,
You boast your name and lineage—madly blind
Can painted timbers quell a seaman's fear?
Beware! or else the wind
Makes you its mock and jeer.
Your trouble late made sick this heart of mine,
And still I love you, still am ill at ease.
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown Cyclade