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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Horace: Book II:Ode II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Renown'd for lyric and satiric lay,<br>A two-fold poet, I<br>Shall on strong wing be upward borne<br>Above the liquid sky;<br>No more shall earth my spirit bind-<br>To heav'n I'll soar, and envy leave behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! my Maecenas, who wast ever just,<br>A witness to my worth,<br>By whom I'm counted as a friend,<br>Despite my humble birth;<br>I shall not lie forgotten in the grave,<br>Or pine encircled by the Stygian wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rough grows my skin: anon, my upper half<br>Is changed into a swan;<br>Soft down and plumage sprout apace,<br>My arms and fingers on;<br>Than Daedalus more swift I soar,<br>And flap my wings o'er groaning Bosphorus' shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Scythian stream and Colchian shore,<br>Where Rhine majestic flows,<br>Where dwell the Dacians wont to hide<br>Their fear of Roman foes,<br>O'er Afric's sand, and Hyperborean plain,<br>Shall sweep in cadence soft my touching strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For me I ask no funeral chant<br>When soaring out of sight;<br>Unfit the mourner's sighs and tears<br>To grace my glorious flight:<br>Let solemn silence rule the general mien,<br>And no vain pageant crown the closing scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+John+Allan">Peter John Allan</a><div class=q>
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A two-fold poet, I
Shall on strong wing be upward borne
Above the liquid sky;
No more shall earth my spirit bind-
To heav'n I'll soar, and envy leave behind.

No! my Maecenas, who wast ever just,
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