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CORYDON
here on this sacred pine shall silent hang.”
THYRSIS
“Arcadian shepherds, wreathe with ivy-spray
your budding poet, so that Codrus burst
with envy: if he praise beyond my due,
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then bind my brow with foxglove, lest his tongue
with evil omen blight the coming bard.”
CORYDON
“This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
with branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
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full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
with purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.”
THYRSIS
“A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
thou art the guardian of a poor man's plot.
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Wrought for a while in marble, if the flock
at lambing time be filled,stand there in gold.”
CORYDON
“Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,
sweeter than Hybla-thyme, more white than swans,
fairer than ivy pale, soon as the steers
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shall from their pasture to the stalls repair,
