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THE ODES AND CARMEN SAECULARE OF HORACE

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VITAS HINNULEO.


You fly me, Chloe, as o'er trackless hills

A
young fawn runs her timorous dam to find, Whom empty terror thrills

Of woods and whispering wind.

Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard

Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake

The rustling thorns have stirr'd, Her heart, her knees, they quake.

Yet I, who chase you, no grim lion am,

No tiger fell, to crush you in my gripe:

Come, learn to leave your dam, For lover's kisses ripe.





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