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Odes 3.26 (Gladstone): Vixi Puellis
Translated by W. E. Gladstone (1894) · From Odes, Book III
Erst the maidens prized me well,
And I warred, and got me gain
Now my arms and lyre shall dwell,
Seaborn Venus, in thy fane,
By the left-hand wall, disused,
Torches, crowbars, there I lay,
Bows and all, in heap confused,
Once so apt to break my way.
Thou in Cyprus dost preside,
And in Memphis, void of snow:
Lift thy whip; on Chloe's pride
Just one little stroke bestow.
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MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 3.26 (Gladstone): Vixi Puellis.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/428/.
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Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 3.26 (Gladstone): Vixi Puellis.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/428/.
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