Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Deadly, and held it cheap loss of a brother to suffer
- Rather than fail your need (O false!) at hour the supremest.
- Therefore my limbs are doomed to be torn of birds, and of ferals
- Prey, nor shall upheapt Earth afford a grave to my body.
- Say me, what lioness bare you 'neath lone rock of the desert?
- What sea spued you conceived from out the spume of his surges!
- What manner Syrt, what ravening Scylla, what vasty Charybdis?
- you who for sweet life saved such meeds are lief of returning!
- If never willed your breast with me to mate you in marriage,
- Hating the savage law decreed by primitive parent,
- Still of your competence 'twas within your household to home me,
- Where I might serve as slave in gladsome service familiar,
- Laving your snow-white feet in clearest chrystalline waters
- Or with its purpling gear your couch in company strewing.
- Yet for what cause should I complain in vain to the winds that unknow me,
- (I so beside me with grief!) which ne'er of senses endued
- Hear not the words sent forth nor aught avail they to answer?
- Now be his course well-nigh engaged in midway of ocean,
- Nor any mortal shape appears in barrens of sea-wrack.
- Thus at the latest hour with insults over-sufficient