Amores

Ovid

Ovid. Ovid's Art of Love (in three Books), the Remedy of Love, the Art of Beauty, the Court of Love, the History of Love, and Amours. Dryden, John, et al., translator. New York: Calvin Blanchard, 1855.

  1. Nor flies, but humbly creeps with flagging wings.
  2. He wants, of which he robb'd fond lovers, rest;
  3. And wounds with furious hands his pensive breast.
  4. Those graceful curls which wantonly did flow,
  5. The whiter rivals of the falling snow,
  6. Forget their beauty, and in discord lie,
  7. Drunk with the fountain from his melting eye.
  8. Nor Phoebus, nor the muses' queen, could give
  9. Their son, their own prerogative, to live.
  10. Orpheus, the heir of both his parents' skill,
  11. Tam'd wond'ring beasts, not death's more cruel will.
  12. Linus' sad strings on the dumb lute do lie.
  13. In silence forc'd to let their master die.
  14. His mother weeping does his eyelids close,
  15. And on his urn, tears, her last gift, bestows.
  16. His sister too, with hair dishevell'd, bears
  17. Part of her mother's nature, and her tears.
  18. With those, two fair, two mournful rivals come,
  19. And add a greater triumph to his tomb:
  20. Both hug his urn, both his lov'd ashes kiss,