Bless'd as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile. 'Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gazed, in transport tossed,... The poems of Catullus: selected and prepared for the use of schools and colleges - Seite 64 von Gaius Valerius Catullus - 1836 - 148 Seiten Vollansicht -
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