MOTLEY I count the only wear
That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,
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ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still.
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NOW in the sky And on the hearth of
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GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free;
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O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;
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CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word {in what I sing
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FOR these are sacred fishes all Who know that lord that is the lord of all;
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O CHIEF director of the growing race, Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace,
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DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back, When you first girded for this arduous track,
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AS when the hunt by holt and field Drives on with horn and strife,
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CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day,
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UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes,
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IF you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast,
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AS in their flight the birds of song Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales,
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AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length
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AT last she comes, O never more In this dear patience of my pain
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AWAY with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
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BEFORE this little gift was come The little owner had made haste for home;
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BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime
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HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet - Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set;
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COME, here is adieu to the city And hurrah for the country again.
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COME, my beloved, hear from me Tales of the woods or open sea.
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COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.
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LOOK round: You see a little supper room; But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!
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THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns
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MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides;
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YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long - That I should smite you with a stinging song.
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NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age, Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.
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DEATH, to the dead for evermore A King, a God, the last, the best of friends -
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MY first gift and my last, to you I dedicate this fascicle of songs -
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