The Poems of Caius Valerius Catullus, Volume 2J. Murray, 1821 - Rome |
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... 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 time's dear waste . " Then can I drown an eye ( unused to 155 90.
... 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 time's dear waste . " Then can I drown an eye ( unused to 155 90.
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 112 - Had nipp'd; and with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines.
Page 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.
Page 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,...
Page 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...
Page 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.