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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Echoes from the Sabine Farm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia!<br>Whence crystal waters flow,<br>With garlands gay and wine I ’ll pay<br>The sacrifice I owe;<br>A sportive kid with budding horns <br>I have, whose crimson blood<br>Anon shall dye and sanctify<br>Thy cool and babbling flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fountain of Bandusia!<br>The Dog-star’s hateful spell <br>No evil brings into the springs<br>That from thy bosom well;<br>Here oxen, wearied by the plow,<br>The roving cattle here<br>Hasten in quest of certain rest, <br>And quaff thy gracious cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fountain of Bandusia!<br>Ennobled shalt thou be,<br>For I shall sing the joys that spring<br>Beneath yon ilex-tree. <br>Yes, fountain of Bandusia,<br>Posterity shall know<br>The cooling brooks that from thy nooks<br>Singing and dancing go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO LEUCONÖE<br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT end the gods may have ordained for me, <br>And what for thee,<br>Seek not to learn, Leuconöe,—we may not know.<br>Chaldean tables cannot bring us rest.<br>’T is for the best<br>To bear in patience what may come, or weal or woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If for more winters our poor lot is cast,<br>Or this the last,<br>Which on the crumbling rocks has dashed Etruscan seas,<br>Strain clear the wine; this life is short, at best.<br>Take hope with zest, <br>And, trusting not To-morrow, snatch To-day for ease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO LEUCONÖE<br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SEEK not, Leuconöe, to know how long you ’re going to live yet,<br>What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they ’re going to give yet;<br>For Jupiter will have his way, despite how much we worry:—<br>Some will hang on for many a day, and some die in a hurry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wisest thing for you to do is to embark this diem<br>Upon a merry escapade with some such bard as I am.<br>And while we sport I ’ll reel you off such odes as shall surprise ye;<br>To-morrow, when the headache comes,—well, then I ’ll satirize ye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia!
Whence crystal waters flow,
With garlands gay and wine I ’ll pay
The sacrifice I owe;
A sportive kid with budding horns 
I have, whose crimson blood
Anon shall dye and sanctify
Thy cool and ba..."></div>
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