The Poems of Caius Valerius Catullus, المجلد 2J. Murray, 1821 |
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... rage is lull'd in torpid rest . But when again the sun returning to the skies Put forth his golden brow , when now his radiant eyes Throughout white heaven , and earth , and ocean pour'd their light , And with thunder - pacing steeds he ...
... rage is lull'd in torpid rest . But when again the sun returning to the skies Put forth his golden brow , when now his radiant eyes Throughout white heaven , and earth , and ocean pour'd their light , And with thunder - pacing steeds he ...
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... rage , with frenzy's goad of fire , " Drive the too - daring youth who would my service fly " Again to seek the gloom of yonder forest high . " Haste : lash thyself to rage till all thy flank be sore : " Let all around re - echo to ...
... rage , with frenzy's goad of fire , " Drive the too - daring youth who would my service fly " Again to seek the gloom of yonder forest high . " Haste : lash thyself to rage till all thy flank be sore : " Let all around re - echo to ...
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... rage , my grief in vain ; " But grant , that still the reckless , ruthless mind " Which made him fly , and leave a wretch behind , " May guide , may urge his life with headlong pace , " Till Theseus curse alike himself and all his race ...
... rage , my grief in vain ; " But grant , that still the reckless , ruthless mind " Which made him fly , and leave a wretch behind , " May guide , may urge his life with headlong pace , " Till Theseus curse alike himself and all his race ...
الصفحة 97
... rage to burst ; Or had I cause , the gravest , worst , My desperate love must still forbear . But whence the tale I well conceive , For when with noise and wine elated , When with your tavern host at eve , Let one but talk and one ...
... rage to burst ; Or had I cause , the gravest , worst , My desperate love must still forbear . But whence the tale I well conceive , For when with noise and wine elated , When with your tavern host at eve , Let one but talk and one ...
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alludes amorous ancient Androgeus Ariadne Atys Bacchus beautiful Berenice Berenice's blest bliss bore bosom breast bridal bride brother brow Callimachus Callisto Catullus ceaseless draw Childe Waters Cybele dared daughter dear death deed doom'd Dryden's e'en epigram erst Eurotas eyes fair fate are sped favour feel flame fled fond and chaste GELLIUS gift goddess gods grace Greek Anthology grief hair haste hath hear heart heaven Hesper Hortalus imitation Jove Jupiter Lesbia light locks love's lover maid MAIDENS Mamurra Manlius mind mortal thread mother Nessos night nuptial o'er Oh Hymen Oh sacred Hymen Pasithea passage passion Peleus Pelops Peneus Pezay poem poet race rage rich rite Scyros shore Sileni sire slain song sought Speed ye spindles spouse star Stymphalus sweet tears thee Theseus Thessaly Thetis thine thou throne toil translated Trojan Troy Twas Tyrannick Love Venus verse virgin vital thread vows wave wretch youth Zephyr
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الصفحة 152 - hest to say so ! Fer. Admired Miranda ! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
الصفحة 110 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 155 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 155 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored...
الصفحة 112 - Fruitless embraces ; or they led the vine To wed her elm ; she spoused about him twines Her marriageable arms, and with her brings Her dower, the adopted clusters, to adorn His barren leaves.
الصفحة 112 - Had nipp'd; and with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines.
الصفحة 152 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
الصفحة 7 - When in the garden's fenced and cultured ground, Where browse no flocks, where ploughshares never wound. By sunbeams strengthen'd, nourish'd by the shower, And sooth'd by zephyr, blooms the lovely flower : Maids long to place it in their modest zone, And youths enraptured wish it for their own. But from the stem once plucked, In dust it lies, Nor youth nor maid will then desire or prize. The virgin thus her blushing beauty rears, Loved by her kindred, and her young compeers ; But if her simple charm,...
الصفحة 16 - mid the crowd who the wrestler's prizes bore. My gates were ever throng'd, and full my threshold swarm'd, With blooming garlands hung that love-sick maidens form'd ; My mansion gaily glitter'd each morning as I sped, At earliest blush of sunrise, with lightness from my bed. And must I ever now a maniac votaress rave, Heaven's devoted handmaid, to Cybele a slave? Her frantic orgies ply, disgrac'd in Nature's plan, A part of what I was, a maim'd, a barren man; And dwell in Ida's caves, which snow forever...
الصفحة 90 - CALVUS, if any joy from mortal tears Can touch the feelings of the silent dead ; When dwells regret on loves of former years, Or weeps o'er friendships that have long been fled: Oh, then far less will be Quintilia's woe At early death and fate's severe decree, Than the pure pleasure she must feel to know How well, how truly, she was loved by thee.