VAGRANT VERSE
< THE FARM. Girdled by hills it lies, through which but one Small valley, rich in shade, is seeh to run, Where on the right the morning sunbeams play, Whilst on the left they rest at close of day. You’d like the air. Wild cherry there, and sloe Purply and dark, in rich profusion grow, While oak and ilex bounteously afford Food for my herds, and shelter for their lord. —Horace, Translated b; Sir T. Martin.
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Southland Times, Issue 19393, 6 November 1924, Page 4
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77VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19393, 6 November 1924, Page 4
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