Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Now she would sadly scale the broken faces of mountains,
  2. Whence she might overglance the boundless boiling of billows,
  3. Then she would rush to bestem the salt-plain's quivering wavelet
  4. And from her ankles bare the dainty garment uplifting,
  5. Spoke she these words ('tis said) from sorrow's deepest abysses,
  6. While from her tear-drencht face outburst cold shivering sobs.
  7. "Thus from my patrial shore, O traitor, hurried to exile,
  8. Me on a lonely strand hast left, perfidious Theseus?
  9. Thus wise farest, despite the godhead of Deities spurned,
  10. (Reckless, alas!) to your home convoying perjury-curses?
  11. Naught, then, ever availed that mind of cruelest counsel
  12. Alter? No saving grace in you was evermore ready,
  13. That to have pity on me vouchsafed your pitiless bosom?
  14. Nevertheless not in past time such were the promises wordy
  15. Lavished; nor such hopes to me the hapless were bidden;