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FROM HORACE.
To the Fountain of Bandusia.
O crystal-clear Bandusian spring,
Well worthy the sweet offering
Of wine, with flowers engarlanding,
Well worthy the sweet offering
Of wine, with flowers engarlanding,
A kid to-morrow morn I vow,
Whose budding horns upon his brow
Foretell his lustihood,
His fights and loves; but all in vain,
So soon his sacrifice must stain
The rills of thy cold flood.
Whose budding horns upon his brow
Foretell his lustihood,
His fights and loves; but all in vain,
So soon his sacrifice must stain
The rills of thy cold flood.
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The fiery dogstar's angry heat
Touches not thee; thy cool retreat
The tired plough-oxen know and love,
And all the flocks that round thee rove
Have found thy waters sweet.
Touches not thee; thy cool retreat
The tired plough-oxen know and love,
And all the flocks that round thee rove
Have found thy waters sweet.
Thou too with famous streams shalt be
Enrolled in new nobility,
For sake of this my song that sings
The oak-crowned rocks whereout thy springs
Come leaping laughingly.
Enrolled in new nobility,
For sake of this my song that sings
The oak-crowned rocks whereout thy springs
Come leaping laughingly.
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