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 rich in the countless allurements of a landscape that—

as Theodore Martin translates his Horace, or thus, according to Lord Ravensworth—

His lordship, you observe, who can himself write Latin lyrics as though he had drunk with Augustus, and capped verses with Ovid, makes the second syllable of Albunea long, and a very diffuse argument might be held on this disputed quantity. Compare these with the original, and say which you like best—