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... 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 with such pretty tone . Now he treads that gloomy track , Whence none ever may come back . Out upon you , and ...
... 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 with such pretty tone . Now he treads that gloomy track , Whence none ever may come back . Out upon you , and ...
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... mother's And art thou truly come ? Oh welcome news ! And I shall see thee safe , and hear once more Thy tales of Spain , its tribes , its feats , its views , Flow as of old from thy exhaustless store . And I shall gaze into thine eyes ...
... mother's And art thou truly come ? Oh welcome news ! And I shall see thee safe , and hear once more Thy tales of Spain , its tribes , its feats , its views , Flow as of old from thy exhaustless store . And I shall gaze into thine eyes ...
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... mother lows , And with its milky blood the shrines Of mightier gods incarnadines . So , traveller , my godship fear , And keep your hands from fingering here . You'd better follow my advice , Or here is that 34 POEMS OF CATULLUS .
... mother lows , And with its milky blood the shrines Of mightier gods incarnadines . So , traveller , my godship fear , And keep your hands from fingering here . You'd better follow my advice , Or here is that 34 POEMS OF CATULLUS .
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... mother bore In the Delian olive grove ; That of hills and forests green , Woodland wild , and mossy brake , Mistress thou mightst be and queen , Queen of streams that murmurs make . Juno thou , Lucina , hight By our dames in childbed ...
... mother bore In the Delian olive grove ; That of hills and forests green , Woodland wild , and mossy brake , Mistress thou mightst be and queen , Queen of streams that murmurs make . Juno thou , Lucina , hight By our dames in childbed ...
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... excuse , Fair maid , in whom the Sapphic muse Speaks with a richer tongue ; For no unworthy strains are his , And nobly by Cæcilius is The Mighty Mother sung . TO RAVIDUS . 40 . HAT dire delusion of the 46 POEMS OF CATULLUS .
... excuse , Fair maid , in whom the Sapphic muse Speaks with a richer tongue ; For no unworthy strains are his , And nobly by Cæcilius is The Mighty Mother sung . TO RAVIDUS . 40 . HAT dire delusion of the 46 POEMS OF CATULLUS .
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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?