A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus and of the poems of Sulpicia. With The Original Text, and Notes Critical and Explanatory. In two volumes. By James Grainger |
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THE NINTH POEM.
[That I, descended of Patrician Race]
That I, descended of Patrician Race,With Charms of Fortune, and with Charms of Face,
Am so indifferent grown to you of late,
So little car'd for, now excites no Hate.
Rare Taste, and worthy of a Poet's Brain,
To prey on Garbage, and a Slave adore!
In such to find out Charms, a Bard must feign
Beyond what Fiction ever feign'd of Yore.
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No! no! she honours your transcendent Taste.
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