II. “Tyrrhena regum progenies.”–Ode iii.29 Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace) Horace Translator Rev. W. G. Clark Clark, W. G. Metadata research and editing DVPP Project Team Fralick Kaitlyn University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project Victoria, BC, Canada

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 One of two poems with the general title Attempts on Horace (144).Translation signed W. G. C. Attribution from the Chambers’s Journal ledger entry, which lists the author as Rev. W. G. Clark, with a payment of £1 1 (for both poems) (NLS Dep 341/310). (AC) Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal 4 7 322 144 Mæcenas, old boy—though descended from kings, font-size: 85%; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0.1em; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: -1.5em; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.35em; margin-left: 3em; text-indent: -2em; font-style: italic; font-style: italic; font-size: 70%; width: 72%; margin-left: 2.75em; margin-top: 0em; display: none; display: inline; display: block; font-size: 1rem; width: 28em; Latin CSS remediation, verified. Created pom_11632_incid_poem rendition to reset font-sizes. Added useful rendition elements in anticipation of CSS reworking. Re-organized change elements in descending date order. Added @xml:lang to foreign tags. Assigned dominant rhyme-scheme value to poem div using automated XSLT. Removed catRef with target="dvpp:illustrationNone", now obsolete. Changed head to an epigraph. Added subtype to milestone. Set status to 'proofed'. Added catRef. Altered spacing and milestone. Moved long strings of CSS to the tagsDecl.
II. ‘ Tyrrhena regum progenies .’—Ode iii, 29 . Mæcenas, old boy—though descended from kings, You will dine with a fellow born ever so base, If he gives a good dinner—there’s lots of nice things Awaiting you here at my little place. There’s a few bottles left of your favourite wine, The famous old vintage of 60 B.C. ; In the garden are roses uncommonly fine ; And I’ve bought you some hair-oil as good as can be. Do not judge, by this list, of the state of my larder : If verse were as pliant a medium as prose is, I would send a menu ; for what fate can be harder Than to find one consisting of hair-oil and roses ?