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9610	Tibullus	The Elegies of Tibullus Being the Consolations of a Roman Lover Done in English Verse			.txt	text/plain	16035	1725	97	Thy faithful grief may all true lovers feel How oft, dear Door, thou wert love's place of prayer? Thou who thy gibes at love canst scarce repress, Thy lovely brows and lavish golden hair! A poor man clings close to thy lovely side, Then, God of Love, thou lookest fierce and pale. And that in thy fond breast the love of me Thou canst not miss the touch that steals thy lover's heart away! let them buy thy mocking smiles and languid kisses cold! May Venus teach thee how to yield to all thy lover's will, 'Tis love of thee that makes his eyes so wild and woe-begone! I warn thee, Pholoe, when the gods chastise thy naughty pride, Thou wilt in vain the gods implore to send thee back this day! With thee, and in old age to clasp thy hand. To longing lover, she for whom thy wild	./cache/9610.txt	./txt/9610.txt