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Elegieen Propertius



Published January 1st 1798
ISBN : 9783111116563
210 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...invida turba, Post obitum duplici fenore reddet Honos. Omnia post obitum fingit maiora vetustas, Maius ab exequiis nomen in ora venit. Nam quis equo pulsas abiegno nosceret arces, Fluminaque Ha?monio cominus isse viro, Idaum Simoenta lovis cum prole Scamandro, Hectora per campus ter maculasse rotas? Deiphobumque Helenumque et Polydamanta et in armis Qualemcumque Parin vix sua nosset humus. Exiguo sermone fores nunc, llion, et tu Troia bis OEta?i numine capta dei. Ye Nine I who haunt the Pegasa?an foun-tain: Tis no rough wreath will suit your poets brow. Though now wages Await me when Im wasting in the tomb- Time magnifies the things of bygone ages, And oer the grave far fairer honors bloom. Witness the weary siege the fir-horse ended--Achilles wrestling with Scamanders flood--Ida?an Simois where young Jove was tended--The plains--the wheels thrice stained with Hectors blood--Deiphobus, Polydamas, Troys prophet, Paris, nigh nameless in his native soil--Ilium--we else had heard but little of it, And Troy, twice oer the OEta?an heros spoil. Nec non ille tui casus memorator Homerus Posteritate suum crescere sensit opus. Meque inter seros laudabit Roma nepotes: Ilium post cineres auguror ipse diem. Ne mea contempto lapis indicet ossa sepulcro, Provisumst Lycio vota probante deo. Carminis interea nostri redeamus in orbem, Gaudeat in solito tacta puella sono. II Orphea delenisse feras et concita dicunt Flumina Threicia sustinuisse lyra: Saxa Citha?ronis Thebas agitata per artem Sponte sua in muri membra coisse ferunt: 1 Great Homer, too, who sang her rueful story, Hath grown in honor in the mouths of men- And Rome in times unborn shall laud my glory: When I am dust--yea, I shall triumph then. Apollo smiles- the ages will not spur n me, Or merely rear a sl...