Achieved by me. —Bland.
(Book xiv. § 27, p. 1004.)
Where is my lovely parsley, say?
My violets, roses, where are they?
My parsley, roses, violets fair,
Where are my flowers? Tell me where. —J. A. St. John.
Philetærus. (Book xiv. § 34, p. 1011.)
O Zeus! how glorious 'tis to die while piercing flutes are near,
Pouring their stirring melodies into the faltering ear;