FROM LUCRETIUS.
Avia Pieridum peragro loca.—Lib. IV. v. 1.
Avia Pieridum peragro loca.—Lib. IV. v. 1.
Avia Pieridum peragro loca.—Lib. IV. v. 1.
Avia Pieridum peragro loca.—Lib. IV. v. 1.
Pierian heights, the Muses’ trackless hauntsAnd wilds untrodden erst by mortal feet,O’er these I wander, haply there to findNew flowers and fountains new; I love to drinkOf the pure stream fresh-welling, and to cullA wreath of orient hues and odours rare,Whence never poet yet his chaplet wove.
Pierian heights, the Muses’ trackless hauntsAnd wilds untrodden erst by mortal feet,O’er these I wander, haply there to findNew flowers and fountains new; I love to drinkOf the pure stream fresh-welling, and to cullA wreath of orient hues and odours rare,Whence never poet yet his chaplet wove.
Pierian heights, the Muses’ trackless hauntsAnd wilds untrodden erst by mortal feet,O’er these I wander, haply there to findNew flowers and fountains new; I love to drinkOf the pure stream fresh-welling, and to cullA wreath of orient hues and odours rare,Whence never poet yet his chaplet wove.
Pierian heights, the Muses’ trackless haunts
And wilds untrodden erst by mortal feet,
O’er these I wander, haply there to find
New flowers and fountains new; I love to drink
Of the pure stream fresh-welling, and to cull
A wreath of orient hues and odours rare,
Whence never poet yet his chaplet wove.