The Oxford book of Latin verse: from the earliest fragments to the end of the vth century A.D.Clarendon Press, 1912 - 531 sider |
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... longa licuiset utier tibi uita , facile facteis superases gloriam maiorum . qua re lubens te in gremiu Scipio , recipit terra , Publi , prognatum Publio , Corneli . M iv AGNA sapientia multasque uirtutes aeuitate quam parua posidet hoc ...
... longa licuiset utier tibi uita , facile facteis superases gloriam maiorum . qua re lubens te in gremiu Scipio , recipit terra , Publi , prognatum Publio , Corneli . M iv AGNA sapientia multasque uirtutes aeuitate quam parua posidet hoc ...
Side 79
... longa aetate , Catulle , ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi . nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt aut facere , haec a te dictaque factaque sunt : omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti . quare cur curis te amplius ...
... longa aetate , Catulle , ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi . nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt aut facere , haec a te dictaque factaque sunt : omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti . quare cur curis te amplius ...
Side 83
... longa uirginitate foret . sed tuus altus amor barathro fuit altior illo , qui tamen indomitam ferre iugum docuit . nam neque tam carum confecto aetate parenti una caput seri nata nepotis alit , qui cum diuitiis uix tandem inuentus ...
... longa uirginitate foret . sed tuus altus amor barathro fuit altior illo , qui tamen indomitam ferre iugum docuit . nam neque tam carum confecto aetate parenti una caput seri nata nepotis alit , qui cum diuitiis uix tandem inuentus ...
Side 90
... longa decem tulerunt fastidia menses ) incipe , parue puer : qui non risere parenti , nec deus hunc mensa , dea nec dignata cubili est . 112 . PASTO Pharmaceutria ASTORVM Musam Damonis et Alphesiboei , 90 P. VERGILIVS MARO.
... longa decem tulerunt fastidia menses ) incipe , parue puer : qui non risere parenti , nec deus hunc mensa , dea nec dignata cubili est . 112 . PASTO Pharmaceutria ASTORVM Musam Damonis et Alphesiboei , 90 P. VERGILIVS MARO.
Side 108
... coniugibus puerisque primus . uixere fortes ante Agamemnona multi ; sed omnes inlacrimabiles urgentur ignotique longa nocte , carent quia uate sacro . paulum sepultae distat inertiae celata uirtus - non ego te 108 Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS.
... coniugibus puerisque primus . uixere fortes ante Agamemnona multi ; sed omnes inlacrimabiles urgentur ignotique longa nocte , carent quia uate sacro . paulum sepultae distat inertiae celata uirtus - non ego te 108 Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS.
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Side 484 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Side 482 - Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first Cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me...
Side 482 - Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities ; Then save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes ; Save me from curious conscience, that still lords Its strength, for darkness burrowing like a mole ; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
Side 481 - Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Side 462 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Side 326 - ... vires ingenuae, salubre corpus; prudens simplicitas, pares amici; convictus facilis, sine arte mensa; nox non ebria sed soluta curis; non tristis torus et tamen pudicus; somnus qui faciat breves tenebras: quod sis esse velis nihilque malis; summum nee metuas diem nee optes.
Side 480 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Side 144 - Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas.
Side 465 - Fortune, that with malicious joy Does Man, her slave, oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleased to bless ; Still various, and inconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Side 440 - To vessels of their sex, which none could ever fill. As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.