Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Dip, when first shall arise our hills to gladden your eye-glance,
  2. Down from your every mast the ill-omened vestments of mourning,
  3. Then let the twisten ropes upheave the whitest of canvas,
  4. Wherewith splendid shall gleam the tallest spars of the top-mast,
  5. These seeing sans delay with joy exalting my spirit
  6. Well shall I wot boon Time sets you returning before me."

  7. Such were the mandates which stored at first in memory constant
  8. Faded from Theseus' mind like mists, compelled by the whirlwind,
  9. Fleet from aerial crests of mountains hoary with snow-drifts.
  10. But as the sire had sought the citadel's summit for outlook,
  11. Wasting his anxious eyes with tear-floods evermore flowing,
  12. Forthright e'en as he saw the sail-gear darkened with dye-stain,
  13. Headlong himself flung he from the sea-cliff's pinnacled summit
  14. Holding his Theseus lost by doom of pitiless Fortune.
  15. Thus as he came to the home funest, his roof-tree paternal,