TO CALVUS. ALVUS, if those now silent in the tomb Oh, then, full surely thy Quinctilia's woe, THE STOLEN KISS. HE kiss I stole, when thou and I, Dear girl, were romping in the glade, Did nectar in its sweets outvie, But oh! how dear for it I paid! The caitiff on the cross can know I saw thee wipe-oh, death to bear!— My peace is gone! For oh, that kiss I can't forget, nor thou forgive, CATULLUS AT HIS BROTHER'S GRAVE. 'ER many a sea, o'er many a stranger land, I bring this tribute to thy lonely tomb, My brother! and beside the narrow room, That holds thy silent ashes weeping stand. Vainly I call to thee. Who can command An answer forth from Orcus' dreary gloom ? Oh, brother, brother, life lost all its bloom, When thou wert snatch'd from me with pitiless hand ! A day will come, when we shall meet once more! Meanwhile, these gifts, which to the honour'd grave Of those they loved in life our sires of yore With pious hand and reverential gave, Accept! Gifts moisten'd with a brother's tears! And now, farewell, and rest thee from all fears! TO CORNELIUS. F secret e'er be lodged by friend with friend, Thy trust I'll keep as sacred to the end, TO SILO. OU, Silo, rude and surly? Zounds! ON MAMURRA. AMURRA, he toils till at each pore The heights of Pimplea to scale; he oozes, But over the cliffs he is chuck'd by the Muses TO COMINIUS. F on your hoary age, Cominius, foul With every filthy vice that tongue can name, The public voice might speak its doom, a howl of universal horror would proclaim— "Give to the vultures his malignant tongue, Tear out his eyes, and toss them to the crows, His entrails next to carrion dogs be flung, And let the wolves of what is left dispose!" |