Note 607 — Chapter XV · CATULLUS. (continued 2)

'Whate'er of loveliest decks the plain, whate'er The giant mountains of Thessalia bear, Whate'er beneath the west's warm breezes blow, Where crystal streams by flowery margents flow, These in festoons or coronals inwrought Of undistinguishable blooms he brought, Whose blending odours crept from room to room, Till all the house was gladdened with perfume.'—Martin.