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  • Not to lament that rival flame
      Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,
    23 lines
  • Maecenas, I propose to fly
      To realms beyond these human portals;
    28 lines
  • (HORACE'S ODES, III, I)
    I hate the common, vulgar herd!
    48 lines
  • TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA
    O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia!
    57 lines
  • All human joys are swift of wing
        For heaven doth so allot it
    18 lines
  • How breaks my heart to hear you say
        You feel the shadows fall about you!
    42 lines
  • Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;
      For though you pine your life away
    28 lines
  • As forth he pours the new made wine,
        What blessing asks the lyric poet--
    18 lines
  • Fuscus, whoso to good inclines--
        And is a faultless liver--
    28 lines
  • O Cruel fair,
          Whose flowing hair
    16 lines
  • Than you, O valued friend of mine,
      A better patron _non est_!
    21 lines
  • When you were mine, in auld lang syne,
      And when none else your charms might ogle,
    40 lines
  • Ovarus mine,
        Plant thou the vine
    37 lines
  • Venus, dear Cnidian-Paphian queen!
      Desert that Cyprus way off yonder,
    7 lines
  • Tell me, Lydia, tell me why,
      By the gods that dwell above,
    18 lines
  • Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,
    When the money flowed like likker, 'nd the  folks wuz bra
    86 lines
  • I'm thinking of the wooing
      That won my maiden heart
    37 lines
  • The gods let slip that fiendish grip
        Upon me last week Sunday--
    53 lines
  • In yonder old cathedral
      Two lovely coffins lie;
    23 lines
  • Whereas, good friend, it doth appear
        You do possess the notion
    34 lines
  • Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go
      To see the dazzling splendors of a sinful ballet show,
    54 lines
  • Dear Miller: You and I despise
        The cad who gathers books to sell 'em,
    38 lines
  • The dull world clamors at my feet
      And asks my hand and helping sweet;
    54 lines
  • _Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,
      To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
    105 lines
  • Into the woods three huntsmen came,
    Seeking the white stag for their game.
    26 lines
  • Boy, I detest the Persian pomp;
      I hate those linden-bark devices;
    7 lines
  • In maudlin spite let Thracians fight
      Above their bowls of liquor;
    23 lines
  • Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;
    For though you pine your life away
    28 lines
  • Fuscus, whoso to good inclines,
      And is a faultless liver,
    28 lines
  • The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift
      The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;
    13 lines
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