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PARAPHRASES FROM HORACE.

ODES III. 13.

Of "muckers" runs to thee.

Thou'lt be a very noble Pump,

E'en when my lyre is still;

For learned lips shall press the cups

Thy prattling waters fill.

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IONODES III. 26.I'VE lived till now a match for girls;

Behold what spoils my bureau shows!

Fans, ribbons, photographs, and curls,

Letters, and bows.

But now these precious souvenirs

Shall serve to feed my hungry fire;

Yet, Venus, grant a victim's tears

One last desire.

Let Chloe feel one little blow -

Yes, just enough to make her smart -

Of that fell shaft which laid so low

My conquered heart!

E. C. P.

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