Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Thus was that wildling flung by Theseus and vanquisht of body,
- Vainly tossing its horns and goring the wind to no purpose.
- Thence with abounding praise returned he, guiding his footsteps,
- While a fine drawn thread checked steps in wander abounding,
- Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
- Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
- But for what cause should I, from early subject digressing,
- Tell of the daughter who the face of her sire unseeing,
- Eke her sister's embrace nor less her mother's endearments,
- Who in despair bewept her hapless child that so gladly
- Chose before every and each the lively wooing of Theseus?
- Or how borne by the ship to the yeasting shore-line of Dia
- Came she? or how when bound her eyes in bondage of slumber
- Left her that chosen mate with mind unmindful departing?
- Often (they tell) with heart inflamed by fiery fury
- Poured she shrilling of shrieks from deepest depths of her bosom;
- Now she would sadly scale the broken faces of mountains,
- Whence she might overglance the boundless boiling of billows,
- Then she would rush to bestem the salt-plain's quivering wavelet
- And from her ankles bare the dainty garment uplifting,