This was one of the first poems I studied in the original Latin, as part of the Oxford Latin Course. I decided to revisit it last year as I was reading more about Augustus's rise to power and the end of the civil war. Cleopatra's reputation in Rome is fascinating, and I really enjoy the grudging respect Horace gives her, even as he celebrates her death and Augustus's victory.
As always, the pdf files have interlinear, grammar squiggles, scansion, and a translation. V1 is in black and white, V2 is in "dark mode", which I find helpful when I am definitely not working on something after midnight.
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