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... bliss , Than her very eyes more dear ; For he made her dainty cheer , Knew her well , as any maid Knows her mother , never stray'd From her lap , but still would go Hopping round her to and fro , And to her , and her alone , Chirrup'd ...
... bliss , Than her very eyes more dear ; For he made her dainty cheer , Knew her well , as any maid Knows her mother , never stray'd From her lap , but still would go Hopping round her to and fro , And to her , and her alone , Chirrup'd ...
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... bliss , On which impassioned lovers feed , When she repaid thee kiss for kiss , Oh , life was then a heaven indeed ! ' Tis past ! Forget as she forgot ! Lament no more - but let her go ! Tear from thy heart each tender thought , That ...
... bliss , On which impassioned lovers feed , When she repaid thee kiss for kiss , Oh , life was then a heaven indeed ! ' Tis past ! Forget as she forgot ! Lament no more - but let her go ! Tear from thy heart each tender thought , That ...
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... bliss . " Oh , Septimillus , life ! " cried she , " So Love our only master be , As burns in me , thine Acme true , A fire that thrills my marrow through , Intenser , mightier , more divine , Than any thou canst feel in thine ! " As ...
... bliss . " Oh , Septimillus , life ! " cried she , " So Love our only master be , As burns in me , thine Acme true , A fire that thrills my marrow through , Intenser , mightier , more divine , Than any thou canst feel in thine ! " As ...
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... bliss Full three hundred thousand times ! Nor should these a surfeit bring , Not though that sweet crop should yield Kisses far outnumbering Corn - ears in the harvest - field . TO CICERO . OST eloquent of all the line From POEMS OF ...
... bliss Full three hundred thousand times ! Nor should these a surfeit bring , Not though that sweet crop should yield Kisses far outnumbering Corn - ears in the harvest - field . TO CICERO . OST eloquent of all the line From POEMS OF ...
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... in this , To be evermore babbling and boasting its bliss . Or be dumb , if you'd rather no confidence make , Only let me with her your affection partake . For though I were Talus , that guardian of Crete 62 POEMS OF CATULLUS . TO CAMERIUS.
... in this , To be evermore babbling and boasting its bliss . Or be dumb , if you'd rather no confidence make , Only let me with her your affection partake . For though I were Talus , that guardian of Crete 62 POEMS OF CATULLUS . TO CAMERIUS.
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Page 144 - 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 186 - The whiles some one did chaunt this lovely lay; Ah! see, whoso fayre thing dost fain to see, In springing flower the image of thy day! Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly she Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty, That fairer seems the less ye see her may! Lo! see soon after, how more bold and free Her bared bosom she doth broad display; Lo! see soon after, how she fades and falls away!
Page 170 - 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 186 - Her bared bosom she doth broad display; Lo see soon after, how she fades, and falls away. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower...
Page 183 - Tell me, ye merchants' daughters, did ye see So fair a creature in your town before...
Page 194 - 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?