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Now runs through all my longing mind a thrill,
A thrill of hope and eagerness to start, My joyful feet with thirst of travel still
Grow strong beneath me ready to depart.
Now farewell ye, my comrades true and tried,
With whom from our far-distant home abodes, I erst set out for Asia side by side,
Now we return by many diverse roads.
CARMEN XLVII. TO PORCIUS AND SOCRATION.
Porcius, Socration, you two
That follow Piso's train,
Is all the pelf you gain.
Fabullus, friend of mine?
To be asked out to dine?
CARMEN XLVIII. —TO JUVENTIUS.
Were I permitted at my will,
Juventius, thy sweet eyes to kiss, I could with thousands take my fill,
Nor should I sated be with bliss : Nor would my heart e'er surfeit know
E’en if our crop of kissing yield More than the stalks in densest row
Which stand along the harvest field.
CARMEN XLIX, — TO M. T. CICERO.
Most eloquent of Roman race,
Great Marcus Tullius, to thee
Catullus sends most heartily These words of thanks for all thy grace.
As thou of orators the first,
Of all that are or e'er shall be,
Or yet have been, art held, so he Is of all rhyming bards the worst.
CARMEN L.--TO LICINIUS.
Licinius, yesterday we twain
For idle pastime met
And jest on tablet set,
Full many a witty line
And brimming draughts of wine ;
Which all thy talk had graced,
Food had no longer taste;
And through the livelong night
Longing for morning light, That I might see thee once again
Once more those joys might find; So when o'er wearied with the strain
My limbs half-dead reclined, 'Twas then that I composed, my friend,
Dearest of all to me,
That thou my grief may'st see,
Blest as the gods that man I deem
For when my Lesbia's charms I view