Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Go, slash thy flank with lashing tail and sense the strokes of thee,
- Make the whole mountain to thy roar sound and resound again,
- And fiercely toss thy brawny neck that bears the tawny mane!"
- So quoth an angered Cybele, and yoke with hand untied:
- The feral rose in fiery wrath and self-inciting hied,
- A-charging, roaring through the brake with breaking paws he tore.
- But when he reached the humid sands where surges cream the shore,
- Spying soft Atys lingering near the marbled pave of sea
- He springs: the terror-madded wretch back to the wood doth flee,
- Where for the remnant of her days a bondmaid's life led she.
- Great Goddess, Goddess Cybele, Dindymus dame divine,
- Far from my house and home thy wrath and wrack, dread mistress mine:
- Goad others on with Fury's goad, others to Ire consign!