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Euripides, The Trojan Women (ed. E. P. Coleridge) 10 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 6 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 4 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Plato, Cratylus, Theaetetus, Sophist, Statesman 2 0 Browse Search
Epictetus, Works (ed. George Long) 2 0 Browse Search
Epictetus, Works (ed. Thomas Wentworth Higginson) 2 0 Browse Search
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 2 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 1 1 Browse Search
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P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy VI: On the Death of His Mistress's Parrot. By Creech. (search)
Plain fountain water all thy drink allow'd, And nut and poppy-seed were all thy food. The preying vultures and the kites remain, And the unlucky crow still caws for rain; The chough still lives 'midst fierce Minerva's hate, And scarce nine hundred years conclude her fate; But my poor Poll now hangs his sickly head, My Poll, my present from the east, is dead. Best things are sooner snatch'd by cov'tous fate, To worse she freely gives a longer date; Thersites brave Achilles' fate surviv'd, And Hector fell, whilst all his brothers liv'd. Why should I tell what vows Corinna made? How oft she begg'd thy life, how oft she pray'd ? The seventh day came, and now the Fates begin To end the thread, they had no more to spin; Yet still he talk'd, and when death nearer drew, His last breath said, "Corinna, now adieu!" There is a shady cypress grove below, And thither (if such doubtful things we know) The ghosts of pious birds departed go; 'Tis water'd well, and verdant all the year, And birds obsce
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did. (search)
, that Sabinus, my departed friend, Could from all quarters now his answers send! Ulysses' hand should to his queen be known, And wretched Phaedra hear from Theseus' son; Dido Aeneas' answer should receive, And Phillis Demophoon's, if alive; Jason should to Hypsipyle return A sad reply, and Sappho cease to mourn: Nor him whom she can ne'er possess, desire, But give to Phoebus fane her votive lyre. As much as you in lofty epics deal, You, Macer, show that you love's passion feel, And sensible of beauty's powerful charm, You hear their call amid the noise of arms. A place for Paris in your verse we find, And Helen's to the young adult'rer kind; There lovely Laodamia mourns her lord, The first that fell by Hector's fatal sword. If well I know you, and your mind can tell, The theme's as grateful, and you like as well To tune your lyre for Cupid as for Mars, And Thracian combats change for Paphian wars; If well I know you, and your works design Your will, you often quit your camp for mine.