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Horace, Book II, Ode III
Where the pine and the shivering poplar
Love to join with their branches their shadow;
Where through glimmering valleys, the water,
Glass-clear, hurries in murmur, towards Ocean—
Thither command them carry the wine jars—
Wine jars full of the juice of Falernum—
Unguents, Roses to bind in our Chaplets,
Bid your slaves carry down to the margin.
Now, we glory in youth and in riches:
Now, the sisters are merciful toward us.
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Soon, we leave our groves and our houses,
Soon, our gardens by yellow old Tiber;
While our gold that we hoarded so closely
Gladly seizes the joyful successor.
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