Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Vanquish't by right we must be, since Victory loveth the heedful.
- Therefore at least d'ye turn your minds the task to consider,
- Soon shall begin their say whose countersay shall befit you.
- Hymen O Hymenaeus: Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
- Hesperus! say what flame more cruel in Heaven be fanned?
- Thou who the girl perforce canst tear from a mother's embraces,
- Tear from a parent's clasp her child despite of her clinging
- And upon love-hot youth bestowest her chastest of maidenhoods!
- What shall the foeman deal more cruel to city becaptured?
- Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
- Hesperus! say what flame more gladsome in Heavens be shining?
- Thou whose light makes sure long-pledged connubial promise
- Plighted erewhile by men and erstwhile plighted by parents.
- Yet to be ne'er fulfilled before thy fire's ardours have risen!
- What better boon can the gods bestow than hour so desirèd?
- Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
- Hesperus! one of ourselves (Companions!) carried elsewhither
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- Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
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- For at thy coming in sight a guard is constantly watching.
- Hidden o'nights lurk thieves and these as oft as returnest,
- Hesper! thou seizest them with title changed to Eous.
- Pleases the bevy unwed with feigned complaints to accuse thee.
- What if assail they whom their souls in secrecy cherish?
- Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
- E'en as a flow'ret born secluded in garden enclosed,
- Unto the flock unknown and ne'er uptorn by the ploughshare,
- Soothed by the zephyrs and strengthened by suns and nourish't by showers
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- Loves her many a youth and longs for her many a maiden:
- Yet from her lissome stalk when cropt that flower deflowered,
- Loves her never a youth nor longs for her ever a maiden:
- Thus while the virgin be whole, such while she's the dearling of kinsfolk;
- Yet no sooner is lost her bloom from body polluted,
- Neither to youths she is joy, nor a dearling she to the maidens.
- Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!
- E'en as an unmated vine which born in field of the barest
- Never upraises head nor breeds the mellowy grape-bunch,
- But under weight prone-bowed that tender body a-bending
- Makes she her root anon to touch her topmost of tendrils;
- Tends her never a hind nor tends her ever a herdsman: