Catullus, Tibullus, and Propertius, Volumen12W. Blackwood and sons, 1876 - 180 páginas |
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Albius Tibullus Alexandrine allusion Ambarvalia Augustus Battle of Actium beauty Bithynia bride brother Cæsar's Callimachus Calvus Catullus Catullus's CHAPTER charms Cicero Clodia compliment Corcyra Cranstoun Cynthia death Delia elegiac elegy English epic epithalamium eyes fair fame fancy fate favour festival fickle fond fourth book GEOGRAPHY gods grace Greek hair happy hath heart hints honour Horace Hymen Hymenæus Jove Julius Cæsar kiss learned Lesbia less light literary love's lover lyre Mæcenas maid maidens Mamurra Manlius Matronalia Messala's mind mistress Muse nature Nemesis nuptial o'er Ovid passion patron Peleus perhaps picture poem poet poet's poetic poetry prætor praise probably Propertius Propertius's reader Roman Rome rural rustic seems shore Sirmio song spirit strain sweet Tarpeia tell tender thee themes Theodore Martin Theseus Thetis thine thou Tibullus Tibullus's tion translation tress Umbrian vein Venus verses Virgil vows whilst youth
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