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TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE.
Book I. Ode XXX.
TO VENUS.
Oh! leave thine own loved isle,
Bright Queen of Cyprus and the Paphian shores!
And here on Glycera's fair temple smile,
Where vows and incense lavishly she pours.
Waft here thy glowing son,
Bring Hermes, let the nymphs thy path surround,
And youth unlovely till thy gifts be won,
And the light graces with the zone unbound.
