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TO DIANA.

Horace

O virgin, protectress of the mountains and the groves, thou three-formed

goddess, who thrice invoked, hearest young women in labor, and savest

them from death; sacred to thee be this pine that overshadows my villa,

which I, at the completion of every year, joyful will present with the

blood of a boar-pig, just meditating his oblique attack.

 

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