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43
XVII. FROM HORACE.
Book I. Ode xxiii.
TO CHLOE.
Like the fawn you flee me, child,
When she seeks thro' mountains wild,
Startled seeks her dam, and sees
Foolish fears in winds and trees.
When she seeks thro' mountains wild,
Startled seeks her dam, and sees
Foolish fears in winds and trees.
Sighs that coming springtide heaves
Shuddering thro' the pensile leaves:
Lizards green that stir the brake,
Heart and knees to trembling wake.
Shuddering thro' the pensile leaves:
Lizards green that stir the brake,
Heart and knees to trembling wake.
—Not as lions rend the prey,
Chloé, Love comes not as they;
Calls thee now from mother's eyes:
In the child the maiden spies.
Chloé, Love comes not as they;
Calls thee now from mother's eyes:
In the child the maiden spies.
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