. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . e tellus general leonum Arida me pigris ubi nulla campisArbor aestiva recreatur aura,Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque Juppiter urget ; 17 LOVES ARMOUR. SO, Gerald, I hear that youre off to the Rockies,To kill conscientiously all that you see,And Lilian writes that of weapons your stock isAbout as complete as could possibly be. But, Gerald, you rascal, in all your collection Theres one ami thats wanting, I very much fear ; And that is the panoply wrought by affection For some little woman whos worth holding dear. Old man, there are peril
. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . e tellus general leonum Arida me pigris ubi nulla campisArbor aestiva recreatur aura,Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque Juppiter urget ; 17 LOVES ARMOUR. SO, Gerald, I hear that youre off to the Rockies,To kill conscientiously all that you see,And Lilian writes that of weapons your stock isAbout as complete as could possibly be. But, Gerald, you rascal, in all your collection Theres one ami thats wanting, I very much fear ; And that is the panoply wrought by affection For some little woman whos worth holding dear. Old man, there are perils weve all us I not a whit less, I own it, than you, That beat every rifle that ever was Love and Loves purity carry us through. And talking of Lily, last night I succeededIn setting some words to her favourite song, And thinking my efforts unheard or unheeded,Was trolling them out as I sauntered along. D i8 Pone sub curru nimium propinquiSolis in terra domibus ncgata :Dulcc ridentem Lalagen amabo,Uulcc 19 And while I sang on, and my vision grew sweeter,For Lilians melody wrought like a charm, A horrid great Bull-dog, a well-known man-eater,Rushed out through the gate into Tomkinss farm. Youll laugh when you read this, I know it looks still its a fact, that most truculent hound, As soon as he heard I was singing of Lily, Just shut up his chaps, and turned quietly round ! Dont ask me to come too ; whats done cant be undone ; And Love is a master as well as a joy ;Only three months ago Id have whisked up to London, And started next week without winking, dear Boy ! But I feel somehow stalkings just now not in my fear that at best I should be in your way ; For how could I look for Bighorn on a sky dreaming of Lilian half through the day ?
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