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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Callimachus (c. 310–240 B.C.)

(Admired and Paraphrased by Horace)

THE HUNTER in the mountains every roe

And every hare pursues through frost and snow,

Tracking their footsteps. But if some one say,

“See, here’s a beast struck down,” he turns away.

Such is my love: I chase the flying game,

And pass with coldness the self-offering dame.