Who shew'd you thickets fittest for the chace, To craggy dens the savage brood to trace ? Oft by your side your meshy toils I rear'd, ' Oft o'er the mountain tops your dogs I cheer'd. You bade the wounded beech a word retain Read, and rever'd by every...
Four Heroick epistles of Ovid, tr. into Engl. verse - Σελίδα 14
των Publius Ovidius Naso - 1803
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