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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Side 124
... meliorque fama contendat , illi turba clientium sit maior aequa lege Necessitas sortitur insignis et imos , omne capax mouet urna nomen . destrictus ensis cui super inpia ceruice pendet , non Siculae 124 Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS.
... meliorque fama contendat , illi turba clientium sit maior aequa lege Necessitas sortitur insignis et imos , omne capax mouet urna nomen . destrictus ensis cui super inpia ceruice pendet , non Siculae 124 Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS.
Side 150
... turba debeat in Pharia . at mihi contingat patrios celebrare Penatis reddereque antiquo menstrua tura Lari . quam bene Saturno uiuebant rege , priusquam tellus in longas est patefacta uias ! nondum caeruleas pinus contempserat undas ...
... turba debeat in Pharia . at mihi contingat patrios celebrare Penatis reddereque antiquo menstrua tura Lari . quam bene Saturno uiuebant rege , priusquam tellus in longas est patefacta uias ! nondum caeruleas pinus contempserat undas ...
Side 151
... turba fugit ; tum niger in porta per centum Cerberus ora stridet et aeratas excubat ante fores . illic Iunonem temptare Ixionis ausi uersantur celeri noxia membra rota ; porrectusque nouem Tityos per iugera terrae adsiduas atro uiscere ...
... turba fugit ; tum niger in porta per centum Cerberus ora stridet et aeratas excubat ante fores . illic Iunonem temptare Ixionis ausi uersantur celeri noxia membra rota ; porrectusque nouem Tityos per iugera terrae adsiduas atro uiscere ...
Side 154
... turba canum . eueniet ; dat signa deus : sunt numina amanti , saeuit et iniusta lege relicta Venus . at tu quam primum sagae praecepta rapacis desere : num donis uincitur omnis amor ? pauper erit praesto tibi semper : pauper adibit ...
... turba canum . eueniet ; dat signa deus : sunt numina amanti , saeuit et iniusta lege relicta Venus . at tu quam primum sagae praecepta rapacis desere : num donis uincitur omnis amor ? pauper erit praesto tibi semper : pauper adibit ...
Side 156
... turba lacus . quin potius laudandus hic est quem prole parata occupat in parua pigra senecta casa ! ipse suas sectatur ouis , at filius agnos , et calidam fesso comparat uxor aquam . sic ego sim , liceatque caput candescere canis ...
... turba lacus . quin potius laudandus hic est quem prole parata occupat in parua pigra senecta casa ! ipse suas sectatur ouis , at filius agnos , et calidam fesso comparat uxor aquam . sic ego sim , liceatque caput candescere canis ...
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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.