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0.143 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Little Bo-Peep and Little Boy-Blue

by A. A. Milne

0.9318 − 0.6813i

Drawing the boundary…

Ode IV.1

by Quintus Horatius Flaccus

0.8359 − 0.7874i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Little Bo-Peep and Little Boy-Blue

by A. A. Milne

"What have you done with your sheep,
Little Bo-Peep?
What have you done with your sheep,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, what fun!
I've lost them, every one!"
"Oh, what a thing to have done,
Little Bo-Peep!"

"What have you done with your sheep,
Little Boy Blue?
What have you done with your sheep,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, my sheep
Went off, when I was asleep."
"I'm sorry about your sheep,
Little Boy Blue."

"What are you going to do,
Little Bo-Peep?
What are you going to do,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, you'll see
They'll all come home to tea."
"They wouldn't do that for me,
Little Bo-Peep."

"What are you going to do,
Little Boy Blue?
What are you going to do,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, I'll blow
My horn for an hour or so."
"Isn't that rather slow,
Little Boy Blue?"

"Whom are you going to marry,
Little Bo-Peep?
Whom are you going to marry,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, Boy Blue,
I'd like to marry you."
"I think I should like it too,
Little Bo-Peep."

"Where are we going to live,
Little Boy Blue?
Where are we going to live,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, Bo-Peep,
Up in the hills with the sheep."
"And you'll love your little Bo-Peep,
Little Boy Blue?"

"I'll love you for ever and ever,
Little Bo-Peep.
I'll love you for ever and ever,
Bo-Peep."
"Little Boy Blue, my dear,
Keep near, keep very near."
"I shall be always here,
Little Bo-Peep."

Ode IV.1

by Quintus Horatius Flaccus

Intermissa, Venus, diu
rursus bella moves? parce precor, precor.
non sum qualis eram bonae
sub regno Cinarae.

Desine, dulcium
mater saeva Cupidinum,
circa lustra decem flectere mollibus
iam durum imperiis: abi,
quo blandae iuvenum te revocant preces.

Tempestivius in domum
Pauli purpureis ales oloribus
comissabere Maximi,
si torrere iecur quaeris idoneum.

Namque et nobilis et decens
et pro sollicitis non tacitus reis
et centum puer artium
late signa feret militiae tuae.

Et quandoque potentior
largi muneribus riserit aemuli,
Albanos prope te lacus
ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea.

Illic plurima naribus
duces tura, lyraeque et Berecyntiae
delectabere tibiae
mixtis carminibus non sine fistula;

illic bis pueri die
numen cum teneris virginibus tuum
laudantes pede candido
in morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina nec puer
iam nec spes animi credula mutui
nec certare iuvat mero
nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur
manat rara meas lacrima per genas?
cur facunda parum decoro
inter verba cadit lingua silentio?

Nocturnis ego somniis
iam captum teneo, iam volucrem sequor
te per gramina Martii
campi, te per aquas, dure, volubilis.

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