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The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I John Milton	Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Chaucerian Paraphrase of Horace Eugene Field	Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding Whenas come lovers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Palinode. I-16 (From The Odes Of Horace) Helen Leah Reed	Oh, daughter, lovelier than your lovely mother, Whatever punishment you may desire Give my offending verses; in the fire Throw them, please you, or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A propos d'Horace Victor Marie Hugo	Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues! Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues ! Car, dans votre aplomb grave,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Ode - In Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode II. Matthew Prior	How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose By which thy close thy constant enemy Has softly lull'd thee to thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From Horace: Book II:Ode II Peter John Allan	Renown'd for lyric and satiric lay, A two-fold poet, I Shall on strong wing be upward borne Above the liquid sky; No more shall earth my spirit bind-...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From: Horace To: Phyllis Subject: Invitation Franklin P. Adams	Horace: Book IV, Ode 11 "Est mihi nonum superantis...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace and Lydia Reconciled Eugene Field	HORACE...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace I, 22. Eugene Field	Fuscus, whoso to good inclines-- And is a faultless liver-- Nor moorish spear nor bow need fear, Nor poison-arrowed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace I, 31. Eugene Field	As forth he pours the new made wine, What blessing asks the lyric poet-- What boon implores in this fair shrine Of one full likely to bestow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace I, 4. Eugene Field	'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and men The grateful cheer of honeyed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace II, 13. Eugene Field	O fountain of Blandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace II, 3. Eugene Field	Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with song and wine each day-- Still, still...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace iii. 13 Eugene Field	O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace To His Lute Eugene Field	If ever in the sylvan shade A song immortal we have made, Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come-- Inspire a song of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace to Leuconoë Edwin Arlington Robinson	I pray you not, Leuconoë, to pore With unpermitted eyes on what may be Appointed by the gods for you and me, Nor on Chaldean figures any more. ’T...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace To Maecenas Eugene Field	How breaks my heart to hear you say You feel the shadows fall about you! The gods forefend That fate, O friend! I would not, I could not live without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace to Melpomene Eugene Field	Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by all things...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace to phyllis Eugene Field	Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine The loveliest flowers this vale...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace to Pyrrha Eugene Field	What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace, Book I. Ode IX. William Cowper	Seest thou yon mountain laden with deep snow, The groves beneath their fleecy burden bow, The streams congeal'd, forget to flow, Come, thaw the cold,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace, Book I. Ode XXXVIII. William Cowper	Boy, I hate their empty shows, Persian garlands I detest, Bring not me the late-blown rose, Lingering after all the rest. Plainer myrtle pleases me,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace, Book I. Ode XXXVIII. (2) William Cowper	Boy! I detest all Persian fopperies, Fillet-bound garlands are to me disgusting; Task not thyself with any search, I charge thee, Where latest roses...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace, Book II. Ode XVI. William Cowper	Ease is the weary merchant's prayer, Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood, When neither moon nor stars appear, Or faintly glimmer through the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace, Epist. I, VII Imitation Of Horace To Lord Oxford Jonathan Swift	Harley, the nation's great support, Returning home one day from court, His mind with public cares possest, All Europe's business in his breast,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)