| The Love Books of Ovid: Art of Love, Book II |
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| Added on 05/ 08/2009 By Ovid |
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SING, and sing again Io Pæan! The quarry that I was hot upon hath fallen into my toils. Let the joyous lover set the laurel crown upon my brow and raise me to a loftier pinnacle than Hesiod of Ascra or the -blind old bard of Mæonia.
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| The Love Books of Ovid: Art of Love, Book I |
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| Added on 05/ 08/2009 By Ovid |
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IF there be anyone among you who is ignorant of the art of loving, let him read this poem and, having read it and acquired the knowledge it contains, let him address himself to Love.
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| The Love Books of Ovid: Book III (Elegies I-XV) |
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| Added on 05/ 08/2009 By Ovid |
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HERE is an age-old forest which for many a year the axe has never touched. They say that it is sacred to a god. In its midst is a sacred well sheltered by a grotto, hewn out of the rock; and all around, birds sing their sweet complaint.
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| The Love Books of Ovid: Book II (Elegies I-XIX) |
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| Added on 05/ 08/2009 By Ovid |
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BEHOLD here another work of Ovid, who was born in the moist land of the Peligni, of Ovid who singeth to the world of his own follies. This time, again, 'twas Love that willed it. Hence! Avaunt! ye prim and prudish ones.
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| The Love Books of Ovid: Book I (Elegies I-XV) |
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Such was the burden of my plaint when, on a sudden, Cupid lowered his quiver and drew forth therefrom arrows to pierce my heart. Then, bending his curving bow with a will upon his knee, he said, "Poet, here is matter for thy song."
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