The Oxford book of Latin verse: from the earliest fragments to the end of the vth century A.D. |
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hoc ut dixit , Amor , sinistra ut ante , dextram sternuit approbationem . nunc ab auspicio bono profecti mutuis animis amant amantur . unam Septimios misellus Acmen mauult quam Syrias Britanniasque : uno in Septimio fidelis Acme facit ...
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Amor amore annos arma bella caeli caelo caelum caput carmina corpore cuncta cura Death decus dedit deos deum deus dicere diem domum domus erit facta fata felix ferre first fortuna genus great hanc hinc hunc Hymen Hymenaee illa ille ipsa Iuppiter lacrimis Latin Latio licet longa love lumina magis magna mala manu manus mare mater meis mihi mors multa neque nomen nulla numquam nunc oculos omne omnis opus orbem pars pater pectore poetry poets precor primum procul puellae puer quamuis quas quin quis quisque quondam quos rerum Roman saepe sanguine satis semper sidera simul sine siue super tamen tantum tellus tempora terra terris thee thou tibi tuis tunc turba uenit uerba uita uitae umbra Venus Vergil
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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.
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| Titel | The Oxford book of Latin verse: from the earliest fragments to the end of the vth century A.D. |
| Forfatter | Heathcote William Garrod |
| Udgiver | Clarendon Press, 1912 |
| Længde | 531 sider |
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