Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Can I console my soul with the helpful love of a helpmate
- Who flies me with pliant oars, flies overbounding the sea-depths?
- Nay, if this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
- Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean:
- Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
- All be a desolate waste: all makes display of destruction.
- Yet never close these eyes in latest languor of dying,
- Ne'er from my wearied frame go forth slow-ebbing my senses,
- Ere from the Gods just doom implore I, treason-betrayed,
- And with my breath supreme firm faith of Celestials invoke I.
- Therefore, O you who 'venge man's deed with penalties direful,