Poetry Classic ↓ Horace: Remember, don't let adversity disturb your inner peace

Horace asked the poet to follow the classics and practice diligently. Are the people who write good works geniuses or hard learners? He said: "Some people ask: To write a good poem, is it by genius, or by skill? My view is that hard work without rich genius, genius without training, are useless; the two should be used for each other, combined with each other. Those who want to win the long-awaited championship in the arena must have suffered a lot in their infancy, after long practice, sweating, freezing, and abstaining from alcohol. The whistleblowers at the music competitions of the Apollo program had also studied before and had been reprimanded by their masters. Today he can say: I have written amazing poems; let the hearts of those who are left behind tickle and scratch; I do not despise being left behind, and I do not want to admit that I have not studied, so I really do not know. "

Horace was the most important literary theorist in Rome. He offered remedies for the bad style of poetry and the hollowness of the works at that time, but they did not work. However, "Poetry" had an important influence on the development of European literary and artistic theory in later generations. These theories were regarded as classics by writers of the Renaissance and classicism as the criterion for writing poetry, but they were often misunderstood and became rigid dogmas that limited the poet's creation.

After Horace's "Poetry", one of the more important works of literary and artistic theory in Roman literature is "On the Sublime", which is also written in epistolary style and written in Greek. The author is said to be Longinus in the 1st century AD. The author proposes that the sublime style is mainly determined by solemnity, great thoughts and strong, stirring feelings, and then with the help of skill, great works can be produced. Those who think that wealth, fame, and power are happiness cannot have great souls and produce great works. A writer who merely pays attention to rhetoric is tantamount to sophistry or deliberate deception. He believes that contemporary literature is corrupt because the author's heart is dominated by lust. The paper also emphasizes that the work should be accepted by a wider audience, indicating the author's literary and artistic views that conform to the trend of democracy.

Song of The Collected Poems Part 2, Song 3 (to Deliu)

Remember, don't let adversity disturb your inner peace,

Similarly, the middle of the favorable situation should also be quiet,

Prevent the soul from falling into excessive happiness,

Dariu, since death is destiny,

Whether you will spend a long time in sorrow,

Or enjoy happiness every day, head resting on the grass,

Stay away from the distractions of the world and use the cellar for a long time

Farenou slowly rewarded himself.

Why tall pine trees and silver poplar trees like

Tangle the branches to shade the pleasant shade?

Why does the passing water meander

Fluttering in the river, as if reluctantly?

Beckon the slaves and overdo the wine, balm, and flowering

Brief roses are brought, taking advantage of the situation is still quite generous,

Old and not yet old, destiny three sisters

The spooky yarn is still licensed.

You will eventually leave the woodland and house you bought

And the brown and yellow Tiber River infused villas, you will eventually disappear,

And the wealth you have worked so hard to accumulate and pile up,

It will eventually fall into the hands of the heirs.

It makes no difference, either you are the ancient Inakos

The rich descendants, or the heirs of the lowest family,

Penniless, head without tiles,

Make a living sacrifice to the grim god of the earth.

We were all driven to the same place,

The fate of all men swirled and swayed in the urn,

Sooner or later it will be revealed, sooner or later it will be us

Put into a haunted ship and exile forever.

Song 9 of the 3rd Book of Hymns (dialogue with Lydia)

Before you give up on me, in none

Any young man who is more favored than I am

Wrap your snow-white neck tightly

Before, I was happier than the kings of Persia.

In you did not for another woman

Before the blazing fire, in the name of the big name

Lydia had not yet been replaced by Koloe

Before, I was more prominent than Ilia in Rome.

Now, the Coroeu of Thrace rules over me,

She is good at sweet rhythms, familiar with the chitara,

For her sake, I am not afraid to die, if

Fate was willing to spare her, my soul.

Today, Onido's son, comes from

Carles of Turriyi uses the fire of love that should be harmonized

Burn me, I will die for him twice,

As long as fate keeps my boy alive.

If the original love can come back,

Two people separated by a copper yoke, if

The blond Kolohe was thrown out of the house,

How about opening the door to the abandoned Lydia?

Although he is prettier than the stars,

You are more frivolous than a cork, the Adriatic Sea

Still violent and irritable, I still hope

Live with you and happily enter the coffin together.

The 30th of the 3rd Book of Hymns (to Melpomenje)

I finished this monument, it's more than bronze

More permanent, more majestic than the royal pyramids,

Whether it's the delicious rain or the raging rain

The north wind, or the time that flies by and infinity

The change of age cannot hurt it.

I'm not all dead, most of them will be

Escape the funeral goddess, the praise of the hereafter

Will make me immortal, as long as the High Priest

And the silent virgins would also ascend Mount Capito.

The rushing Offido River is noisy, thirsty

The countryside where Daunus once ruled, people would say

I have earned dignity for my humble origins,

Pioneered the introduction of Aeolian poetry,

Adjusted the rhythm of Latin. Please accept what you have

The pride of revelation is accomplished and gladly for me

Put on the laurels of Delphi, Merpomene.

The Long and Short Sentences, Song 7 (to the Romans)

Where have you gone, sinful people? why

Pull out a sword hidden in its sheath?

Is it the blood of the Latin peoples in the wilderness and between the waves

Still flowing too little? Alas!

All this was not so that Rome could burn its enemies

The fortress of carthage's arrogance, nor was it for

The barbarians of Britain, who have not yet conquered, bow to us,

Exhibiting their shackles in the Holy Word,

But to fulfill the Parthian prayer and make the motherland

Destroyed by our own power?

Such a habit has never been between wolves and lions,

Unless it is against another family class.

Is it blind madness, irresistible power, or sin

Roll you forward? Please answer!

They were speechless, their faces were miserable, and they had been hit hard

The mind seems to be becoming stupid.

Let me say: the Romans were dominated by a cruel fate

Original sin created by cannibalism with brothers,

Ever since the earth was stained with the innocent blood of Remus,

The curse accompanied his descendants.

Epistles, Part 1, No. 2 (to Loriu)

O Lorius, when you experience the secret of speech in Rome,

I reread the author of the Trojan epic in Plane.

Glorious or shameful, beneficial or unhelpful, Clusipo

Neither He nor Crantor could express it clearly and deeply.

Why do I think so, if you have leisure, please listen to me in detail.

In this story, Greece is because of Paris's lust

Caught up in a long war with barbarian peoples, stupid

The impulses of kings and foolish peoples are present.

Antinol suggested that the bane of war be uprooted,

Paris will be a prince of peace, a happy lover,

Refuse to listen. Nestor in Achilles

And Agamemnon shuttled between trying to calm the controversy,

Lust burned this, but anger burned both of them.

Whatever madness the kings went, it was always the Greeks who were punished.

Because of infighting, intrigue, evil deeds, lust and anger,

Inside and outside the walls of Ilion, the sins are too numerous to describe.

Instead, virtue and wisdom can do what his poetry can do

Gave us an example, and that was Ulysses.

After capturing Troy, he examined a lot of it wisely

The customs of the city and the nation, when he is adrift at sea,

In finding a way back for himself and his companions, he endured countless times

Hardships, but never capsized in the waves of various adversities.

You know the song of the Siren, the carved cup of the carr, if

He drank it too, and was as foolish and thirsty as his companions,

will live under the control of prostitutes, ignorant and humiliated,

Be a dirty dog, or a sow who likes to mud.

We are all mediocre, born to consume the fruits of the earth,

Such as Penelope's waste suitors, such as Alkinos

The young people under him, paying too much attention to the happiness of the body,

Sleep lazily until midday, then accompanied by the chitara

The music feasted until late at night, and I was proud of it.

The bandits get up at night to cut their throats and kill people for self-preservation

Do you dare not be alert? But you don't want to if you're healthy

Running, edema or running. Before dawn

If you don't pick up the lamp and read the book, don't let the mind focus

Learn noble things and you will be lustful and jealous

Tortured, unable to fall asleep. Why are you in a hurry to move away

Something that hurts the eyes, and if there is any harm

Your mind, but you have to wait until the next year to pay attention?

Everything starts out and is half done. Be brave enough to be

Wise men, let's begin. Who chooses the right path if they postpone it

Who is like the hillbilly who waits for the river to stop,

But the river flows now and will never stop.

People chase money and want wives to have many children,

The desolate woodlands are constantly being opened up by their ploughs,

But those who have gained enough, don't covet more!

There were no houses and farms, copper heaps and gold piles, that could be removed from

The owner's aching body took away the fever, from the mind

Take away the worries. Having all this, but losing your health,

Nothing that has been accumulated can come in handy.

Greedy or fearful people enjoy houses and money,

Just like pink eye enjoys painting, gout people enjoy leggings,

People whose ear canals are jammed with secretions enjoy chitara.

Anything in it will turn sour if the container is not clean.

Despise pleasure, the pleasure that pain buys is harmful.

The greedy are eternally poor; set boundaries for desire!

The jealous is haggard because of the abundance of other people's wealth,

Jealousy trumps all the torture of the Sicilian tyrants.

People who don't know how to control their anger will regret it

His own actions, regret listening to the command of resentment and anger,

When he is anxious to take revenge through violence, to punish.

Anger is a fleeting madness, and if you don't suppress it,

It will suppress you; tame it, with your cage and chains.

The trainer took advantage of the fact that the horse was still obedient, and the neck was still soft,

Began to teach him instructions; from it punched the deerskins of the inner courtyard

From the day of the barking, the beagles had been serving in the forest.

Now, you are young and listen a lot

The teachings of the upright are guided by the wise.

Once a certain fragrance is soaked in a fresh clay pot,

It will last a long time. But if you are behind or ahead,

I'm neither slowing down nor catching up.

Translated by Li Yongyi