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| Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 36 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Pausanias, Description of Greece | 36 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams) | 22 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Heracleidae (ed. David Kovacs) | 22 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Homer, The Iliad (ed. Samuel Butler) | 18 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Iphigenia in Tauris (ed. Robert Potter) | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Phoenissae (ed. E. P. Coleridge) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Diodorus Siculus, Library | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Let others Rhodes or Mytilene sing,
Or Ephesus, or Corinth, set between
Two seas, or Thebes, or Delphi, for its king
Each famous, or Thessalian Tempe green;
There are who make chaste Pallas' virgin tower
The daily burden of unending song,
And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower:
The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,
Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenae's gold.
For me stern Sparta forges no such spell,
No, nor Larissa's plain of richest mould,
As bright Albunea echoing from her cell.
O headlong Anio! O Tiburnian groves,
And orchards saturate with shifting streams!
Look how the clear fresh south from heaven removes
The tempest, nor with rain perpetual teems!
You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with glittering banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
When Teucer fled before his father's frown
From Salamis, they say his temples deep
He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
And