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Horace. Book I, Ode XXXVIII (Another Translation)
Translated by William Cowper · From Translations
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 linger;
Bring me alone (for thou wilt find that readily)
Plain myrtle. Myrtle neither will disparage
Thee occupied to serve me, or me drinking
Beneath my vine's cool shelter.
Codex Note
From the Latin of Horace (Odes I.38), in English Sapphics.
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Cowper, William. “Horace. Book I, Ode XXXVIII (Another Translation).” Translated by William Cowper. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cowper/326/.
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Cowper, William. “Horace. Book I, Ode XXXVIII (Another Translation).” Translated by William Cowper. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cowper/326/.
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