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APPENDIX
METRICAL VERSIONS AND PARAPHRASES
Page 35
(Catullus, 61. 216-220)
A little Torquatus I fain would see
Dancing on his mother’s knee;
To father eager hands stretched out,
All smiles around his dimpling mouth!


Page 36
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By Babylon’s streams we sat us down
And shed a bitter tear,
Thinking of Zion razed to earth
And exiles’ portion drear.
When lo, the victor, swollen with pride
In mockery cries aloud:
“Come sing, ye dolts, a lively strain
Of Zion and your God.”
“We mourning exiles sing to God
In this benighted land?
O Zion, be thy wrongs avenged,
As here we steadfast stand!”