A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus and of the poems of Sulpicia. With The Original Text, and Notes Critical and Explanatory. In two volumes. By James Grainger |
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In vain would Lovers hide their Infant-smart,
From me a Master in the amorous Art;
I read their Passion in their Mein and Eyes,
O'er-hear their Whispers, and explain their Sighs.
This Skill no Delphian Oracles bestow'd,
No Augurs taught me, and no Victims show'd;
But Love my Wrists with Magic Fillets bound,
Lash'd me, and lashing, mutter'd many a Sound.
No more then, Marathus, Indifference feign,
Else vengeful Venus will inhance your Pain!
From me a Master in the amorous Art;
I read their Passion in their Mein and Eyes,
O'er-hear their Whispers, and explain their Sighs.
This Skill no Delphian Oracles bestow'd,
No Augurs taught me, and no Victims show'd;
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Lash'd me, and lashing, mutter'd many a Sound.
No more then, Marathus, Indifference feign,
Else vengeful Venus will inhance your Pain!
| A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus | |