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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 28 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Aulularia, or The Concealed Treasure (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 16 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Pseudolus, or The Cheat (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 4 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 4 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 4 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Menaechmi, or The Twin Brothers (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 4 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 2 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, for his house, Plancius, Sextius, Coelius, Milo, Ligarius, etc. (ed. C. D. Yonge) 2 0 Browse Search
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Works of Horace (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley) 2 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, for Quintius, Sextus Roscius, Quintus Roscius, against Quintus Caecilius, and against Verres (ed. C. D. Yonge) 2 0 Browse Search
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P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy X. (search)
ew dry, The farmer lost his crop and knew not why; When he had toil'd, manur'd his grounds, and plough' d, Harrow'd his fields, and broke his clods, and sow'd, No corn appear'd, none to reward his pain, His labour and his wishes were in vain. For Ceres wand'red in the woods and groves, And often heard, and often told her loves: Then Crete alone a fruitful summer knew, Where'er the goddess came a harvest grew. Ida was grey with corn, the furious boar Grew fat with wheat, and wonder'd at the storrey with corn, the furious boar Grew fat with wheat, and wonder'd at the store: The Cretans wish'd that such all years would prove, They wish'd that Ceres would be long in love. Well then, since then 'twas hard for you to lie All night alone, why at your feast must I ? Why must I mourn, when you rejoice to know Your daughter safe, and queen of all below? 'Tis holy-day, and calls for wine and love; Come, let's the height of mirth and humor prove, These gifts will please our master pow'rs above.