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The Works of Tibullus

Containing his Love-Elegies. Translated by Mr Dart. To which is added, The Life of the Author; with Observations on the Original Design of Elegiack Verse; and the Characters of the most Celebrated Greek, Latin and English Elegiack Poets
Dart, John
  
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Ovid Amorum, L. III. ELEGY IX.
  
Horace L. I. ODE 33.
  
Horace L. I. EPIST. IV.
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THE WORKS OF A. Tibullus.
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Book I.
 I. 
ELEGY I.
 II. 
ELEGY II.
 III. 
ELEGY III.
 IV. 
ELEGY IV. To PRIAPUS.
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ELEGY V.
 VI. 
ELEGY VI.
 VII. 
ELEGY VII.
 VIII. 
ELEGY VIII.
 IX. 
ELEGY IX.
 X. 
ELEGY X.
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Book II.
 I. 
ELEGY I.
 II. 
ELEGY II.
 III. 
ELEGY III.
 IV. 
ELEGY IV.
 V. 
ELEGY V.
 VI. 
ELEGY VI.
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Book III.
 I. 
ELEGY I.
 II. 
ELEGY II.
 III. 
ELEGY III.
 IV. 
ELEGY IV.
 V. 
ELEGY V.
 VI. 
ELEGY VI.
 VII. 
ELEGY VII.
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Book IV.
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A Panegyrick to Messala.
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To MARS.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. III.
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To Phoebus. IV.
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Sulpicia on the Birth-Day of Cerinthus. V.
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To Juno. VI.
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Sulpicia to Venus. VII.
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Sulpicia to Messala. VIII.
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Tibullus to Messala , on his Birth-Day. IX.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. X.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. XI.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. XII.
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To his Mistress. XIII.
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On the Baseness of his Mistress. XIV.

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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. III.

Whatever Savage Boar shall graze around
The level Plain, or seek the Woodland Ground;
I charge you not to hurt my Favourite Boy,
Nor for the Fight your whetted Tusks employ.
May Guardian Love himself the Youth defend,
Danger avert, and all his Steps attend:
Oh! may Diana, and her Virgin Train,
Forbear the Pastimes of the sportive Plain.
Fade the fresh Verdure of the Forest Grounds,
And fail the opening Dogs, and swift-foot Hounds.
What Madness is it various Toils to lay,
T'enclose the woody Hills, and bushy Way;
Stretching thy Snares a-cross the rugged Lands,
While clinging Brambles raze thy Blood-stain'd Hands;
Or with a cautious Secrecy explore
The hidden Covert of the foamy Boar;
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Attempt the Thicket which Access denies,
And tear with shaggy Thorn thy snowy Thighs.
But yet might I with my Cerinthus stray,
Might I be Sharer in the dangerous Way.
Your Hunting Toils I jointly would prepare
Throw out the Net, and spread the meshy Snare:
The flying Footing of the Deer I'd trace,
Unlink the Hounds, and cheer them in the Chace;
Then every Shade would please, and all the Plains;
While tender Talk the Minutes entertains;
A fresher Verdure then shall cloth the Groves,
While when the Snares are set, we celebrate our Loves;
While all the Savage Rangers of the Plain
Shall from our Snares in Safety 'scape again;
Destructive Watching then shall be no more,
Nor Venus' eager Sports disturb the Tusky Boar.
But when I'm gone let Love desist to play,
Nor Venus warm thy Breast when I'm away;
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Submit thee to Diana' chast Command,
And spread the Nets with an unsully'd Hand;
And may the Maid that violates my Love,
A Prey to fierce and savage Tygers prove.
But you, Cerinthus, leave the Plains a while,
And to thy Father leave the sportive Toil;
And swiftly let me with thy Sight be blest,
To glad my Arms, and warm my impatient Breast.
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