Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Reach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,
  2. Thou willing:—with such Deity
  3. Whoe'er shall dare compare?
  4. Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!
  5. The maiden comes. Seest not the sheen
  6. Of links their splendent tresses fling?
  7. Let shame retard the modest mien.
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  10. Who more she hears us weeps the more,
  11. That needs she must advance.
  12. Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee,
  13. Aurunculeia, risk we deem,
  14. That fairer femininety
  15. Clear day outdawned from Ocean stream
  16. Shall ever more behold.
  17. Such in the many-tinted bower
  18. Of rich man's garden passing gay
  19. Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
  20. But thou delayest, wanes the day:
  21. “Prithee, come forth new Bride.”
  22. Prithee, come forth new Bride! methinks,
  23. Drawing in sight, the talk we hold
  24. Thou haply hearest. See the Links!
  25. How shake their locks begilt with gold:
  26. Prithee, new Bride come forth.
  27. Not lightly given thy mate to ill
  28. Joys and adulterous delights
  29. Foul fleshly pleasures seeking still
  30. Shall ever choose he lie o' nights
  31. Far from thy tender paps.
  32. But as with pliant shoots the vine
  33. Round nearest tree-trunk winds her way,
  34. He shall be ever twined in thine
  35. Embraces:— yet, lo! wanes the day:
  36. Prithee, come forth new Bride!
  37. Couchlet which to me and all
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  39. With bright white bedstead foot.
  40. What joys the lord of thee betide!
  41. What love-liesse on vaguing way
  42. 0' nights! What sweets in morning tide
  43. For thee be stored! Yet wanes the day:
  44. Prithee, come forth fresh Bride!
  45. Your lighted links, 0 boys, wave high:
  46. I see the flamey veil draw nigh:
  47. Hie, sing in merry mode and cry
  48. "0 Hymen Hymenaeus io,
  49. 0 Hymen Hymenaeus!"
  50. Lest longer mute tongue stays that joys
  51. In festal jest, from Fescennine,
  52. Nor yet denay their nuts to boys,
  53. He-Concubine! who learns in fine
  54. His lordling's love is fled.