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Page 177
(Horace, Car. iv. 4. 69-72)
- Never to Carthage again, alas,
- A message of Joy Ill send.
- Gone, gone, the glory of our name
- Through Hasdrubal’s piteous end!
Page 223
(Horace, Car. iii. 11. 45-52)
- Though father load me down with chains
- For mercy shown to you;
- Though to the earth’s remotest bounds
- I’m sent with ruffian crew;
- Go thou, be it by land or sea,
- While night and love preside;
- Go, blest by me, and on my tomb
- A tender word inscribe.
