Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • Your land, your house, your lovely bride
  • Must lose you; of your cherish'd trees
  • None to its fleeting master's side
  • Will cleave, but those sad cypresses.
  • Your heir, a larger soul, will drain
  • The hundred-padlock'd Caecuban,
  • And richer spilth the pavement stain
  • Than e'er at pontiff's supper ran.