Thesauros Literature elegy Amores

Amores

Amores Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

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To him a certain conquest is design'd;
 
For e'en the horses seem to know your mind.
 
He takes too large a compass to come in,
 
And lets his adversary get between;
 
Recall him, Romans, for a second heat, 65
 
And clear the course—
 
Now see your ground you better do maintain,
 
This lady's favour, and your fame regain;
 
The prize is his.-As yours successful prove,
 
So let my wishes, which are all for love; 70
 
I'm yet to conquer, and your heart's the prize;
 
Something she promis'd with her sparkling eyes,
 
And smil'd ;-" Enough," did I transported cry,
 
"The rest I leave to opportunity."
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