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... lost his brother , who died in the Troad , and was buried at Cape Rhæteum ; but this is manifestly a mistake . In the poems written imme- diately after his return , Catullus makes no mention of this loss a circumstance in itself ...
... lost his brother , who died in the Troad , and was buried at Cape Rhæteum ; but this is manifestly a mistake . In the poems written imme- diately after his return , Catullus makes no mention of this loss a circumstance in itself ...
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... lost . But if this be so , is it really to be regretted ? The fragments quoted by grammarians are so few , that we can- not have lost many poems ; and Time , the great winnower , has left us , in all probability , what alone was worth ...
... lost . But if this be so , is it really to be regretted ? The fragments quoted by grammarians are so few , that we can- not have lost many poems ; and Time , the great winnower , has left us , in all probability , what alone was worth ...
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... lost what thou must know Is fled for ever like a dream ! Oh , life was once a heaven to thee ! Her eyes beam'd at thy coming then- The maid beloved , as none shall be Of all her sex beloved again . Then didst thou freely taste the bliss ...
... lost what thou must know Is fled for ever like a dream ! Oh , life was once a heaven to thee ! Her eyes beam'd at thy coming then- The maid beloved , as none shall be Of all her sex beloved again . Then didst thou freely taste the bliss ...
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... lost in shame and maiden fears She stirs not , weeping , as she hears The friends that to her tears reply , Thou must advance , the hour is nigh ! Come , bride , come forth ! No more delay , The day is hurrying fast away ! Dry up thy ...
... lost in shame and maiden fears She stirs not , weeping , as she hears The friends that to her tears reply , Thou must advance , the hour is nigh ! Come , bride , come forth ! No more delay , The day is hurrying fast away ! Dry up thy ...
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... Lost , lost ! Where shall I turn me ? Oh , ye pleasant hills of home , How shall I fly to ye across this gulf of angry foam ? How meet my father's gaze , a thing so doubly steep'd in guilt , The leman of a lover , who a brother's blood ...
... Lost , lost ! Where shall I turn me ? Oh , ye pleasant hills of home , How shall I fly to ye across this gulf of angry foam ? How meet my father's gaze , a thing so doubly steep'd in guilt , The leman of a lover , who a brother's blood ...
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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?