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HORACE TO LAMIAS.
BOOK I. ODE.
“Musis amicus—tristitiam et metus, &c.”
Dear to the Muses, gaily I hurl away
Sorrow and Fear for wild winds to whirl away
O'er Cretan waters—little caring
Who may be fearful of Monarch daring
Sorrow and Fear for wild winds to whirl away
O'er Cretan waters—little caring
Who may be fearful of Monarch daring
Throned by the Pole; who plotting annoyances
Threat'ning the East!— Oh Muse! thou whose joyaunce is
In crystal fountains purely flowing,
Weave me a crownal of flow'rs full blowing,
Threat'ning the East!— Oh Muse! thou whose joyaunce is
In crystal fountains purely flowing,
Weave me a crownal of flow'rs full blowing,
Weave them for Lamias! Glory can do for me
Nothing without thee:—Come, then, renew for me
My lyre, and hymn my Lamias meetly,
Thou and thy sisters according sweetly!
Nothing without thee:—Come, then, renew for me
My lyre, and hymn my Lamias meetly,
Thou and thy sisters according sweetly!
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