
The poem describes a scene where Horace is flexing his muscles to impress a group of maidens who are watching him from a distance. He is trying to show off his strength and masculinity, but the poem suggests that he may be overestimating his abilities and that his efforts are ultimately futile.
By Eugene Field · First published 1893 · Genre: Satire, Lyric Poetry, Classical Literature · 164 words
You (blatant coward that you are! ) Upon the helpless vent your spite; Suppose you ply your trade on me -- Come, monkey with this bard and see How I'll repay your bark with bite!
Ay, snarl just once at me, you brute! And I shall hound you far and wide, As fiercely as through drifted snow The shepherd dog pursues what foe Skulks on the Spartan mountain side!
The chip is on my shoulder, see? But touch it and I'll raise your fur; I'm full of business; so beware, For, though I'm loaded up for bear, I'm quite as likely to kill a cur!
HORACE ON HIS MUSCLE. (Epode VI.) is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1893 CE.
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Satire · Ancient Rome · Poetry · Humor · Irony · Social commentary · Classical allusion · Mythology · Gods and goddesses · Roman culture · Literary device · Wit