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Addressed to Cynthia ILLYRIARoman province on the Greek Adriatic. PLEIADSwinds whose rising marks the beginning of sailing season. GALATEAa Nereid (sea nymph), daughter of Nereus; he had 50. CERAUNIAdangerous promontory on the coast of Epirus, northwest Greece. ORICOSIllyrian port, on Epirus' border. ATRAXriver on the Aetolian coast, in northern Greece. THE HYLLEIan Illyrian tribe. So you're crazy, and my heartache does not delay you? Or is it I'm nothing compared to frozen Illyria? And isEpirus' border. ATRAXriver on the Aetolian coast, in northern Greece. THE HYLLEIan Illyrian tribe. So you're crazy, and my heartache does not delay you? Or is it I'm nothing compared to frozen Illyria? And is he, what's-his-name, already so important to you that you'll go wherever the wind blows, without me? Are you strong enough to listen to the sea's savage crash, can you sleep on a hard bunk? Can your tender feet brave the frosts? Can you, Cynthia, bear the bitter snows? I wish the time of winter frosts could be doubled, and the sailor sit inert with the Pleiads absent. If only your rope would remain tied to the Etrurian beach, and an unfriendly breeze not make light of my prayers. But I wouldn'
Addressed to Cynthia BAIAEnow Baia, then a fashionable resort on North shore of Bay of Naples, between Lucrine lake and promontory of Misenum. HERCULEAN SHORESHercules built causeway separating Lucrine lake from sea, while making off with Geryon's cattle. THESPROTUSruled the region of the river Acheron in Epirus, reputed to lead to Hades. Perhaps Propertius is drawing a connection to Lake Avernus, near Naples, another entrance to Hades. MISENUMsmall town on coast near Baiae. TEUTHRASmythological king in the region. While you linger in the middle of Baiae, Cynthia, where the path lies on Herculean shores, and marvel at seas subdued in the reign of Thesprotus, near the nobility of Misenum, does my memory ever bring a night of thought? Is there any place left for a love on its way out? Has some enemy, I know not who, stolen you with simulated passion, out of my songs? I hope a small skiff keeps you adrift with its tiny oars on Lake Lucrinus, or the sweet water holds you in Teu