Carmina

Catullus

Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.

  1. Thou willing:—with such Deity
  2. Whoe'er shall dare compare?
  3. Thou wanting, never son and heir
  4. The Hearth can bear, nor parents be
  5. By issue girt, yet can it bear,
  6. Thou willing:—with such Deity,
  7. Whoe'er shall dare compare?
  8. An lack a land thy sacring rite,
  9. The perfect rule we ne'er shall see
  10. Reach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,
  11. Thou willing:—with such Deity
  12. Whoe'er shall dare compare?
  13. Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!
  14. The maiden comes. Seest not the sheen
  15. Of links their splendent tresses fling?
  16. Let shame retard the modest mien.
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  19. Who more she hears us weeps the more,
  20. That needs she must advance.
  21. Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee,
  22. Aurunculeia, risk we deem,
  23. That fairer femininety
  24. Clear day outdawned from Ocean stream
  25. Shall ever more behold.
  26. Such in the many-tinted bower
  27. Of rich man's garden passing gay
  28. Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
  29. But thou delayest, wanes the day:
  30. “Prithee, come forth new Bride.”
  31. Prithee, come forth new Bride! methinks,
  32. Drawing in sight, the talk we hold
  33. Thou haply hearest. See the Links!
  34. How shake their locks begilt with gold:
  35. Prithee, new Bride come forth.
  36. Not lightly given thy mate to ill
  37. Joys and adulterous delights
  38. Foul fleshly pleasures seeking still
  39. Shall ever choose he lie o' nights
  40. Far from thy tender paps.
  41. But as with pliant shoots the vine
  42. Round nearest tree-trunk winds her way,
  43. He shall be ever twined in thine
  44. Embraces:— yet, lo! wanes the day:
  45. Prithee, come forth new Bride!
  46. Couchlet which to me and all
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  48. With bright white bedstead foot.
  49. What joys the lord of thee betide!
  50. What love-liesse on vaguing way
  51. 0' nights! What sweets in morning tide