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

  • They, as she-lions bullocks rend,
  • Tear each her victim: I, less hard
  • Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
  • Nor hold in ward:
  • Me let my sire in fetters lay
  • For mercy to my husband shown:
  • Me let him ship far hence away,
  • To climes unknown.
  • Go; speed your flight o'er land and wave,
  • While Night and Venus shield you; go
  • Be blest: and on my tomb engrave
  • This tale of woe.”