Stories from Ovid in elegiac verse, with notes by R.W. Taylor

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Sayfa 88 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
Sayfa 59 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Sayfa 57 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Sayfa 7 - QUAE legis, ex illo, Theseu, tibi litore mitto, Unde tuam sine me vela tulere ratem : In quo me somnusque meus male prodidit et tu, Per facinus somnis insidiate meis.
Sayfa 47 - ... conscia mens ut cuique sua est, ita concipit intra pectora pro facto spemque metumque suo.
Sayfa 106 - felicius ' inquit ' amata sum tibi : vixisti, dum tuus ignis eram.' cui Nemesis 'quid' ait 'tibi sunt mea damna dolori? me tenuit moriens deficiente manu.
Sayfa 73 - ... campus erat, campi claudebant ultima colles silvaque montanas occulere apta feras. in medio paucos armentaque rara relinquunt, cetera virgultis abdita turba latet. ecce velut torrens undis pluvialibus auctus 220 aut nive, quae Zephyro...
Sayfa 39 - Incisae servant a te mea nomina fagi : Et legor Oenone, falce notata/ tua. Et quantum trunci, tantum mea nomina crescunt: Crescite, et in titulos surgite rite meos.
Sayfa 32 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Sayfa 76 - ... est locus, in Tiberim qua lubricus influit Almo et nomen magno perdit in amne minor : illic purpurea canus cum veste sacerdos 340 Almonis dominam sacraque lavit aquis.

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