The Elegies of Albius Tibullus: the Corpus Tibullianum

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American book Company, 1913 - 542 Seiten

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Seite 405 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 382 - O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death ; which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good ; Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds, Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and hydras, and chimeras dire.
Seite 490 - UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES WHENAS in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!
Seite 383 - Cocyto eructat harenam. portitor has horrendus aquas et flumina servat terribili squalore Charon : cui plurima mento canities inculta iacet ; stant lumina flamma ; 300 sordidus ex umeris nodo dependet amictus. ipse ratem conto subigit velisque ministrat, et ferruginea subvectat corpora cumba, iam senior ; sed cruda deo viridisque senectus.
Seite 409 - Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart At that good knight so cunningly didst rove, That glorious fire it kindled in his hart...
Seite 302 - ... Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! Make thick my blood ; Stop up...
Seite 198 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Seite 113 - Mors atra, precor: non hic mihi mater quae legat in maestos ossa perusta sinus, non soror, Assyrios cineri quae dedat odores et fleat effusis ante sepulcra comis.
Seite 139 - Fabula nunc ille est : sed cui sua cura puella est, Fabula sit mavult quam sine amore deus. At tu, quisquis is es, cui tristi fronte Cupido Imperat ut nostra sint tua castra domo, ***** Ferrea non Venerem, sed praedam, saecula laudant : 35 Praeda tamen multis est operata malis.
Seite 490 - Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest ; For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest. But I am tied to very thee By every thought I have ; Thy face I only care to see, Thy heart I only crave. All that in woman is adored In thy dear self I find — For the whole sex can but afford The handsome and the kind.

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