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| − | == Anthologia Latina 2.250.12 ==
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| − | Come, O God, kind patron, come! May you favor us in your presence.
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| − | == Anthologia Latina 2.1841 ==
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| − | Phoebus Tirynthia, I pray, please accept this offering on my behalf.
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| − | This gift I offer in thanks to You for the good health and strength
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| − | == Arnobius Adversus Nationes III 43 ==
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| − | Come, Dii Penates, come Apollo and Neptune and all You Gods, and by
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| − | Your powers may You mercifully turn aside this ill disease that
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| − | ==Claudius Claudianus In Olybii et Probini fratres Consules Panegyricus 1-7==
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| − | O Sol, whose light embraces the world, you orbit inexhaustible,
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| − | forever returning, your face glowing on each day, your horses
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| − | harnessed as a team to drive your chariot, with manes braided
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| − | pleasantly they rise high, passing over rose-red clouds as you rein
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| − | their frothing fires. Already yet another year begins, measured by
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| − | the footsteps of brothers, who as new consuls gladly offer their
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| − | ==Claudius Claudianus In Olybii et Probini fratres Consules Panegyricus 71-2==
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| − | To you I pray, Apollo of Mount Parnassus, that you may inspire the
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| − | pythia with so important knowledge, as to whom between us, O God, you
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| − | ==Corpus Inscriptiones Latinae 141-46; [92-99]: Acta Sacroum Saeculares ==
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| − | Apollo, as it is prescribed for you in those books – and for this
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| − | reason may every good fortune attend the Roman people, the Quirites –
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| − | let sacrifice be made to you with nine popana, and nine cakes, and
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| − | nine phthoes. I beg and pray [that you may increase the sovereign
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| − | power and majesty of the Roman people, the Quirites, in war and
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| − | peace; as you have always watched over us among the Latins. Forever
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| − | may you grant safety, victory and health to the Roman people, the
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| − | Quirites. May you bestow your favor on the Roman people, the
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| − | Quirites, and on the legions of the Roman people, the Quirites. May
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| − | you preserve the health and welfare of the people of Rome, the
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| − | Quirites, and may you always remain willingly favorable and
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| − | propitious to the people of Rome, the Quirites, to the college of the
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| − | quindecimviri, to me, to my house and household. May you accept
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| − | [this] sacrifice of nine female lambs and nine she-goats, to be burnt
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| − | whole for you in sacrifice. For these reasons may you be honored and
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| − | strengthened with the sacrifice of this female lamb, and become
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| − | favorable and propitious to the Roman people, the Quirites, to the
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| − | college of the quindecimviri, to myself, to my house, and to my
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| − | household.] Apollo, just as I have offered popana and prayed to you
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| − | with proper prayer, for this same reason be honored with these
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| − | sacrificial cakes. Become favorable and propitious. [Apollo, just as
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| − | I have offered phthoes cakes and prayed to you with proper prayer,
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| − | for this same reason be honored with these sacrificial cakes. Become
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| − | favorable and propitious.
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| − | ==Homeric Hymn to Apollo==
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| − | XXI. (ll. 1-4) Phoebus, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneus; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last. (l. 5) And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favour with my song. (Public Domain - Translated by Evelyn-White)
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| − | ==Horace Carmina 1.31.1-4; 17-20==
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| − | What may a poet ask in his prayers of You, Apollo? What can he say
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| − | as he pours a libation of new wine to You? May Apollo grant that I
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| − | enjoy good health and a sound mind, and, I pray, when I grow old, may
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| − | He grant me a strife-free life, a clear mind and a lyre beside me
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| − | with which to sing His praises.
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| − | ==Livy 5.21.2-3:==
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| − | Pythian Apollo, inspired by You and Your guiding influence I go forth
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| − | to destroy the city of Veii. A tenth part of its spoils I devote to
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| − | You. Likewise for You, Juno Regina, who in Veii now dwells, I pray,
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| − | that after our victory You will follow us to the our City, that soon
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| − | will become Your City as well, where a holy precinct worthy of Your
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| − | dignity will be built to receive You.
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| − | ==Martial Epigrammata 4.45.1-2 ==
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| − | An offering I gladly give You, Phoebus, a box of fragrant incense,
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| − | from Palatinus Parthenius on behalf of his son.
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| − | ==Martial Epigrammata 9.42==
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| − | May Myrina's richness ever You hold, Apollo, thus always the swan
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| − | song, too, may You enjoy, may the well versed sisters ever serve You,
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| − | the Delphic Pythia ever reveal any of Your oracles, may the Palatia
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| − | ever love and revere You. Were You ever to ask, and Caesar grant,
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| − | that he should invest Stella with consular powers, then gladly would
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| − | I by vow become indebted to You.
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| − | ==Ovid Remedia Amoris 75-6==
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| − | From the very outset I pray to You, Apollo, inventor of music and of
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| − | all the healing arts, come to my aid and this undertaking; bless it
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| − | with Your laurel.
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| − | ==Ovid Remedia Amoris 704==
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| − | Come, health-bearing Apollo, come favoring my undertaking.
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| − | ==Pacuvius Medus fr. 2==
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| − | Sol, I call to You that You may guide me on my search for my parents.
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| − | ==Petronius Arbiter 94 PLM==
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| − | God of Delphi, I have dedicated to You a temple made of fine Sicilian
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| − | marble, spoken aloud Your praises while accompanied by the sweet
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| − | sounds of the calamus reeds. If ever You hear our prayers, Apollo,
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| − | and if indeed You are divine, tell me now, by what means does a man
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| − | without money seek to find it?
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| − | ==Plautus Aulularia 394-96==
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| − | Apollo, please, help me, and with your arrows slay these treasure-
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| − | laden thieves. As you have done before, swiftly come to my aid and
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| − | draw your bow.
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| − | ==Plautus Mercator 678-80==
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| − | Apollo, I beseech you, graciously grant peace, prosperity, safety and
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| − | sound health to our family, and spare my son by your gracious favour.
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| − | ==Sammonicus Praefatio Liber Medicinalis==
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| − | Phoebus Apollo, bearer of health, for You we compose our song, and
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| − | favorably promote Your discoveries. With Your healing arts, You lead
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| − | life back when it is withdrawn from us and recall us from joining the
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| − | Manes in Heaven. You who formerly dwelt in the temples of Aegea,
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| − | Pergamum, and Epidaurum, and who drove off the Python from Your
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| − | peaceful house at Delphi, sought a temple at Rome to Your glory, by
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| − | expelling the foul presence of illness. Come to me now as each time
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| − | You have fondly strengthen me when often You were called, and may You
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| − | be present in all that is set out in this book.
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| − | ==Seneca Hercules Furens 592==
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| − | Your pardon I do desire, Apollo, if you see in my actions what is
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| − | forbidden; for it was by the will of another that I revealed hidden
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| − | things of the earth.
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| − | ==Statius Achilleis 1.9-10==
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| − | Grant me, O Phoebus, new fonts of inspiration and weave fortune's
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| − | garland as a crown upon my head.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 1.643-5==
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| − | Not am I sent by anyone, O Apollo of Thymbra, nor as a suppliant do I
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| − | approach your shrine, conscious of my pious duties and the demands
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| − | made of me by virtue has led me your way.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 1.694-96; 716-18==
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| − | Pour wine on the altar's fire as we sing our vows again and again to
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| − | Leto's son, the Preserver of our forefathers.
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| − | "Father Phoebus, whether it is the snowy slopes of Lycia or the
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| − | thorny slopes of Patara that perpetually keep you busy, or if it
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| − | pleases you to merge your golden hair in Castalia's chaste moisture,
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| − | … come now, remembering our hospitality, and bless once more the
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| − | fertile fields of Juno."
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 4.694-51==
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| − | Tell us, O Phoebus, who would have bent their rage, who might cause
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| − | their delay, and in midcourse turn them astray.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 6.296-300==
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| − | Tell us, O Phoebus, the famous names of their master, tell us the
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| − | names of the horses themselves. Never before were such swift footed
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| − | steeds, well bred and noble, drawn up for battle, just as dense
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| − | flocks of birds may swiftly clash together or Aeolus decree furious
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| − | winds to contest on a single shore.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 7.786-88==
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| − | Now my last words before I depart, if any gratitude I owe to your
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| − | prophet, O Phoebus, I commend my home and family shrines to You, and
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| − | leave to You the punishment of my faithless wife and my beautiful
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| − | son's impassioned furor.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 8.91-94==
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| − | O great Surveyor of all men, (Apollo), You who know the causes and
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| − | principles of our actions, and who is a Father to me and Savior as
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| − | well, I pray, lessen Your resolve against me and still Your angry
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| − | heart, do not think me worthy of Your wrath one who is but a man and
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| − | who fears Your laws.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid 10.337-45==
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| − | To You, Phoebus Apollo, go these spoils, prizes of the night, taken
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| − | from distinguished nobles, not yet washed clean of their blood. I
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| − | trust that truly I have offered You an acceptable sacrifice. I, Your
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| − | faithful priest and defender of Your sacred tripod against
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| − | uncivilized enemies, commit these to You. If I have not disgraced
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| − | Your traditional rites and strictly kept Your rule, come often to me,
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| − | think me worthy to often enter into my thoughts and seize my mind.
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| − | Although now crude honors are offered You, - these broken arms
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| − | stained with blood of honorable men, - if ever, Paean, You will grant
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| − | the return of my native home and the temples I long for, God of
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| − | Lycia, remember my vows, and however many rich gifts and as many
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| − | bulls as I have promised, demand they be fulfilled.
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| − | ==Tibullus 2.5.1-4; 122-3==
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| − | Give your favour, Phoebus, to a new priest who enters your temple.
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| − | Be gracious, and with songs and lyre, come! When your fingers pluck
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| − | the chords, and you give voice to song, I pray you may inspire my
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| − | words into your praises. May your hair be ever flowing, Phoebus; may
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| − | your sister be forever chaste.
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| − | ==Tibullus 3.10.1-10; 25-6==
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| − | Draw near, Apollo, and expel the illness from this tender girl, come,
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| − | draw near. Phoebus of flowing hair unshorn, hear me and hasten. If,
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| − | Phoebus, You apply Your healing hand to her, You will not regret
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| − | saving her. Allow not that she should waste away emaciated, or that
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| − | her color should wane pallor, or that her limbs should lose their
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| − | strength, and do not wait until her white limbs turn to a hideous
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| − | color. Whatsoever this illness may be, whatever sorrow we may fear
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| − | it will bring, carry it off with the waters of a swift running stream
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| − | to the seas. Holy one, come! And bring with You all Your delicacies,
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| − | all Your songs, and all else that will soothe the sick. Then the
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| − | Gods will raise a pious tumult of Your praises and desire They too
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| − | had Your healing arts.
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| − | ==Tibullus 4.4.1 ff.==
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| − | Come, Phoebus, with Your golden hair loosely floating, soothe her
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| − | torture, restore her fair complexion. Come quickly, we pray, we
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| − | implore, use Your happy skills, such charms as You never spared
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| − | before. Grant that her frail fame shall not waste away with
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| − | consumption, or her eyes grow languid, and her bloom fade. Come now
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| − | with Your favoring aid.
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| − | ==Valerius Flaccus Argonautica 1.5-7==
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| − | Advise me, Phoebus Apollo, if ever You inspired the Sibyl of Cumae to
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| − | see visions waft from a kettle in Your sacred house, if ever a
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| − | chaplet of fresh laurel dignified a worthy brow, and O You whose
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| − | great fame opened many a sea.
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| − | ==Valerius Flaccus Argonautica 5.17-20==
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| − | Turn to us now, Mighty Archer, I pray that finally now, Apollo, You
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| − | will come to our aid! Father, revive the life of this man. If You
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| − | approve of what we do, then stir back to life he who is of the utmost
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| − | importance for the success of our venture; and so from this one does
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| − | the fate of all hands depends.
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| − | ==Valerius Flaccus Argonautica 5.244-49==
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| − | The king, startled by his dreams, awoke, arose from his bed and
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| − | addressed his father, the God of the sun, whose car would soon appear
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| − | on the eastern shore. "Father Apollo, I pray to You, all-seeing
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| − | guardian God, be gracious to me and protect me, watching over my
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| − | kingdom. Be ever vigilant and warn me what strangers or what
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| − | subjects of mine conspire against me. Whatever treacherous plots
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid 3.85-9==
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| − | Grant us our own, Lord of Thymbra, grant the tired and worn, and
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| − | their children, a city behind defensive walls in a tamed land.
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| − | Safeguard a new Troy, built by those Trojan sons who escaped the
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| − | Greeks and severe Achilles. Who now must I follow? Where do you urge
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| − | me to go? Grant, Father, a sign, and flow into our souls.
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid 6.55-77==
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| − | O Phoebus Apollo, who always pitied Troy of its grave hardship, you
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| − | who guided the hand of Paris and his Dardanan missile to the body of
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| − | Aeacus' son, You who led me to penetrate all the seas that wash upon
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| − | mighty shores, and deep within the remote Massylian tribes and fields
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| − | that lie against Syrtian sands, until at last we came upon the
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| − | fleeting shores of Italy. Let Troy's ill fortune have followed us
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| − | thus far (and no further). You also may justly spare the families of
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| − | Pergamus, all you gods and goddesses who stood against Troy and the
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| − | greater glory of the Dardanians. And You, most holy Diviner of
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| − | future events, I ask only for what fate has allotted me, grant that
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| − | the sons of Teucria with their wandering gods and storm tossed
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| − | spirits of Troy may settle in Latium. Then to Apollo and Hecate I
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| − | shall erect a temple in marble and establish feast days celebrated in
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| − | Apollo's name. For You a great sanctuary also awaits in our new
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| − | realm, for indeed I shall place within it Your divining lots and
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| − | record the arcane words Your oracles have spoken to our people,
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| − | Gracious One, and I will select and consecrate virtuous men to care
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| − | for them. Do not commit your songs only to the leaves, that they
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| − | may swirl about as the sport of whirling winds, but sing them, I
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| − | pray, with your own lips for us.
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid 10.875-76==
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| − | Great Father of the Gods may it so come to pass; thus, Apollo, come,
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| − | make it begin.
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid 11.785-93 ==
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| − | Apollo Soranus, Highest of the Gods, Holy Guardian of Mount Soracte,
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| − | we who are foremost among Your worshippers, for You we set to flame
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| − | the piled pine-wood, and Your worshippers, piously trusting our faith
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| − | in You among the fires, press our step across the glowing embers.
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| − | Grant, Father Almighty, that by our arms we may erase this disgrace.
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| − | No plunder did I seek, no trophy to win from virgins, or any spoils;
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| − | my fame shall follow from my feats. But while this dire plague
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| − | strikes me with illness, inglorious I must return to the cities of
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