How wonderful would it be to live together in these
Rough fields, in a homely cottage, hunting the deer with our bows,
Herding a flock of kids with green marsh-mallow switches!
o tantum libeat mecum tibi sordida rura
atque humiles habitare casas, et figere cervos,
haedorumque gregem viridi compellere hibisco!
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Monday, November 10, 2025
Come Live With Me and Be My Love
Vergil, Eclogues 2.28-30 (tr. C. Day Lewis):