Carmina

Catullus

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

  1. Holds thee, an alien earth-buried in uttermost bourne.
  2. Thither in haste so hot ('tis said) from allwhere the Youth-hood
  3. Grecian, farèd in hosts forth of their hearths and their homes,
  4. Lest with a stolen punk with fullest of pleasure should Paris
  5. Fairly at leisure and ease sleep in the pacific bed.
  6. Such was the hapless chance, most beautiful Laodamia,
  7. Tare fro' thee dearer than life, dearer than spirit itself,
  8. Him, that husband, whose love in so mighty a whirlpool of passion
  9. Whelmed thee absorbed and plunged deep in its gulfy abyss,
  10. E'en as the Grecians tell hard by Phenéus of Cylléne
  11. Drained was the marish and dried, forming the fattest of soils,
  12. Whenas in days long done to delve through marrow of mountains
  13. Daréd, falsing his sire, Amphtryóniades;
  14. What time sure of his shafts he smote Stymphalian monsters
  15. Slaying their host at the hest dealt by a lord of less worth,
  16. So might the gateway of Heaven be trodden by more of the godheads,
  17. Nor might Hébé abide longer to maidenhood doomed.
  18. Yet was the depth of thy love far deeper than deepest of marish
  19. Which the hard mistress's yoke taught him so tamely to bear;
  20. Never was head so dear to a grandsire wasted by life-tide
  21. Whenas one daughter alone a grandson so tardy had reared,
  22. Who being found against hope to inherit riches of forbears
  23. In the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,
  24. And 'spite impious hopes of baffled claimant to kinship
  25. Startles the Vulturine grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.
  26. Nor with such rapture e'er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumage
  27. Dove-mate, albeit aye wont in her immoderate heat
  28. Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,
  29. As diddest thou :—yet is Woman multivolent still.
  30. But thou 'vailedest alone all these to conquer in love-lowe,
  31. When conjoindd once more unto thy yellow-haired spouse.
  32. Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little
  33. Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,
  34. Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thither
  35. Shone with a candid sheen robed in his safflower dress.
  36. She though never she bide with one Catullus contented,
  37. Yet will I bear with the rare thefts of my dame the discreet,
  38. Lest over-irk I give which still of fools is the fashion.
  39. Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly host