Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Whither can wend I now? What hope lends help to the lost one?
  2. Idomenean mounts shall I scale? Ah, parted by whirlpools
  3. Widest, yon truculent main where yields it power of passage?
  4. Aid of my sire can I crave? Whom I willing abandoned,
  5. Treading in tracks of a youth bewrayed with blood of a brother!
  6. Can I console my soul with the helpful love of a helpmate
  7. Who flies me with pliant oars, flies overbounding the sea-depths?
  8. Nay, if this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
  9. Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean:
  10. Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
  11. All be a desolate waste: all makes display of destruction.
  12. Yet never close these eyes in latest languor of dying,
  13. Ne'er from my wearied frame go forth slow-ebbing my senses,
  14. Ere from the Gods just doom implore I, treason-betrayed,