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His Adieux to Bithynia.
Now Spring his cooly mildness brings us back,
Now th' equinoctial heaven's rage and wrack
Hushes at hest of Zephyr's bonny breeze.
Far left (Catullus!) be the Phrygian leas
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And summery Nicæa's fertile downs:
Fly we to Asia's fame-illumined towns.