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230	Virgil	The Bucolics and Eclogues			.txt	text/plain	8527	941	96	Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain. I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come." "Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither come Thy very cradle shall pour forth for thee No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark But with thy voice art thou, thrice happy boy, Sing thee a song, and to the stars uplift Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing, Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams, To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make; Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks Thou'ldst come to me, fair Lycidas, to thee Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee, "Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home. "Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home. "Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home. We shall sing better when himself is come. These songs, Pierian Maids, shall it suffice	./cache/230.txt	./txt/230.txt