first line (public domain): Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row! So they rowed, and there we landed—"O venusta Sirmio!" There to me through all the groves of olive in the summer glow, There beneath the Roman ruin where the purple flowers grow, Came that "Ave atque Vale" of the Poet's hopeless woe, Tenderest of Roman poets nineteen-hundred years ago, "Frater Ave atque Vale"—as we wandered to and fro Gazing at the Lydian laughter of the Garda Lake below Sweet Catullus's all-but-island, olive-silvery Sirmio!
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Catullus 101 • Title of Tennyson's poem from conclusion of Catullus's
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