Author J. A. Pott H ORATIUS sat the games to see, Unseemly black he wore;Tho' all were clad in white save he From churl to senator.Then fell the snow (for heaven conspired To set the error right),Until, more decently attired, Horatius sat in white. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments