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The Poems of Caius Valerius Catullus, Tr. With Notes by G. Lamb
The Poems of Caius Valerius Catullus Tr With Notes by G Lamb Author:Gaius Valerius Catullus General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1821 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: DEDICATION OF HIS POEMS f, TO CORNELIUS NEPOS. My little volume is complete, Wjth all the care and polish neat That makes it fair to see: To whom shall I then, to whose praise, Inscribe my lively graceful lays ? Cornelius f, friend, to thee. Thou only of th' Italian race Hast dared in three small books to trace All time's remotest flight: Oh Jove, how labour'd, learn'd, and wise ! Yet still thou ne'er wouldst quite despise The trifles that I write. t This ( refers to the Notes at the end of the volume. Then take the book I now address, Though small its size, its merit less, 'Tis all thy friend can give; And let me, guardian Muse, implore That when at least one age is o'erf, This volume yet may live. ON LESBIA'S ABSENCEf, ADDRESSED TO HER SPARROW. Dear Sparrow, long my fair's delight, Which in her breast to lay, To give her finger to whose bite, Whose puny anger to excite, She oft is wont in play. For thus, when we are forced to part, Her thoughts she from me steals; Thus solaces by sportive art The soft regret, the fretful smart, I fondly hope she feels. Then may not I in absence play, As she has play'd with thee; Nor thou, who couldst her grief allay, Assuage my pangs when she's away, And bring relief to me. Thou wilt be welcome, as 'tis known Was to the nimble maid f The golden fruit that loosed the zone f, Her virgin guard, and bade her own A lover's warmth repaid. ON THE DEATH OF THE SPARROWf. Mourn, all ye loves and graces; mourn, Ye wits, ye gallant, and ye gay ; Death from my fair her bird has torn, Her much-loved Sparrow's snatch'd away. Her very ...« less