This is my favourite ode from Horace. The way he describes the changing seasons and the importance of appreciating the moment we find ourselves in captured my attention and makes this such a lovely poem to read. It may even convince you to go outside and "touch grass".
As always, the pdf files have interlinear, grammar squiggles, scansion, and a translation. V1 is in black and white, V2 is in "dark mode".
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