. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . Love, holding both hands to his laughing face,And Strife who struggles vainly to endure. Tears that a dimple buries without trace, And wounds, such scratches as a kiss may AD L. SESTIUM. O0L\ITUR acris hicms grata vice veris et Favoni,^^ Trahuntque siccas machinae carinas,Ac neque jam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni ;Nee prata canis albicant pruinis. Jam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente Luna,Junctaeque Nymphis Gratiae deccntes Alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum graves CyclopumVulcanus ardens urit officinas. Nunc decet aut viridi nitid
. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . Love, holding both hands to his laughing face,And Strife who struggles vainly to endure. Tears that a dimple buries without trace, And wounds, such scratches as a kiss may AD L. SESTIUM. O0L\ITUR acris hicms grata vice veris et Favoni,^^ Trahuntque siccas machinae carinas,Ac neque jam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni ;Nee prata canis albicant pruinis. Jam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente Luna,Junctaeque Nymphis Gratiae deccntes Alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum graves CyclopumVulcanus ardens urit officinas. Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto Aut flora terrae quem ferunt et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis, Seu poscat agnam sive malit haedum. Pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres. O beate Sesti,Vitae summa brevis spcm nos vetat inchoare longam. Jam tc premet nox fabulaeque Manes SPRING. nPHE south wind holds, the frost departs,-*- I feel that Spring is really here ;The sailors borrow country cartsTo carry down their boats and gear. The meads have lost their looks of grey, The cattle feed a-field again,The farmers people day by day Grow busier still with plough and wain. Yon mounting
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