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

  • Few roods of ground the piles we raise
  • Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
  • Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
  • On every side; the plane unwed
  • Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
  • The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
  • On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
  • Where once were fruit-trees yielding meat;