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The Poems of Catullus, Tr. Into Engl. Verse, with Notes by T. Martin
Gaius Valerius Catullus
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Acme Amastris Anon beauty Bithynia blest bliss bosom breast bride brother Caesar Calvus Catul Catullus Charles Badham charm chaste Cicero Clodia Cybele Cytorus dear delight didst divine dost doth drear e'er ears Epithalamium eyes Fabullus fair feel fire Furius gaze girl gods grace grief Hail hand hast hath heart heaven Herrick hour Hymen Hymenaeus infra Jove kiss Lesbia lines lips lover maid maiden Mamurra Manlius mistress mother Muretus muse neque never night nuptial o'er Oh Hymen once Ovid passion Peleus perfume pinnace poems of Catullus poet praetor Priapus queen rapture Roman shine shore siege of Peschiera Sirmio smile song soul sparrow speaks spindles sweet tears thee Theseus Thessalia thine things thou threads of doom Tibullus translator Varus Vatinius Verannius verses virgin weave the threads wert Whilst wild wretched ye band youth
Page 173 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the...
Page 232 - Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly shee Doth first peepe foorth with bashfull modestee, That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may ! Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ! Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away...
Page 211 - And being ravish'd thus, Come, I will drink a tun To my Propertius. Now, to Tibullus next, This flood I drink to thee; — But stay, I see a text, That this presents to me. Behold! Tibullus lies Here burnt, whose small return Of ashes scarce suffice To fill a little urn. Trust to good verses then; They only will aspire, When pyramids, as men, Are lost i' th
Page 246 - And strike to dust the imperial towers of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground. What wonder then, fair nymph ! thy hairs should feel The conquering force of unresisted steel?
Page 242 - Tell that I am forsaken ; do my face (If thou hadst ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila ; strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leaveless ; lei the rocks Groan with continual surges, and behind me Make all a desolation ; look, look, wenches, A miserable life of this poor picture.
Page 166 - Her voice is hovering o'er my soul — it lingers O'ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings. The blood and life within those snowy fingers Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings. My brain is wild, my breath comes quick — The blood is listening in my frame, And thronging shadows, fast and thick, Fall on my overflowing eyes ; My heart is quivering like a flame ; As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies, I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies.
Page 171 - Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns that set may rise again, But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Page 172 - Must my heart still break? Love makes me write what shame forbids to speak. Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score ; Then to that twenty, adde an hundred more : A thousand to that hundred ; so kisse on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.