Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Nay, if this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
  2. Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean:
  3. Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
  4. All be a desolate waste: all makes display of destruction.
  5. Yet never close these eyes in latest languor of dying,
  6. Ne'er from my wearied frame go forth slow-ebbing my senses,
  7. Ere from the Gods just doom implore I, treason-betrayed,
  8. And with my breath supreme firm faith of Celestials invoke I.
  9. Therefore, O you who 'venge man's deed with penalties direful,
  10. Eumenides! aye wont to bind with viperous hairlocks
  11. Foreheads,—Oh, deign outspeak fierce wrath from bosom outbreathing,