Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. All be a desolate waste: all makes display of destruction.
  2. Yet never close these eyes in latest languor of dying,
  3. Ne'er from my wearied frame go forth slow-ebbing my senses,
  4. Ere from the Gods just doom implore I, treason-betrayed,
  5. And with my breath supreme firm faith of Celestials invoke I.
  6. Therefore, O you who 'venge man's deed with penalties direful,
  7. Eumenides! aye wont to bind with viperous hairlocks
  8. Foreheads,—Oh, deign outspeak fierce wrath from bosom outbreathing,
  9. Hither, Oh hither, speed, and lend you all ear to my grievance,
  10. Which now sad I (alas!) outpour from innermost vitals
  11. Maugre my will, sans help, blind, fired with furious madness.