Thesauros Literature elegy Amores

Amores

Amores Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

Şiir 6

 
To these dark shades my parrot's soul shall go,
 
And with his talk divert the birds below;
 
Whilst here his bones enjoy a noble grave,
 
A little marble, and an epitaph:-
 
"In talking I did ev'ry bird excel, 65
 
And my tomb proves my mistress lov'd me well."
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