Thesauros Literature elegy Amores

Amores

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

Şiir 18

 
I'm conquer'd, and renounce the glorious train
 
Of arms, and war, to sing of love again:
 
My themes are acts, which I myself have done,
 
And my muse sings no battles but my own.
 
Once I confess I did the drama try, 25
 
And ventur'd with success on tragedy;
 
My genius with a moving scene agrees,
 
And if I ventured further I might please:
 
But love my heroics makes a jest,
 
And laughs to see me in my buskins drest. 30
 
Asham'd, and weary of this tragic whim,
 
For tender thoughts I quitted the sublime.
 
My mind my mistress bends another way,
 
Her must my muse in all her songs obey;
 
Though oft I do not what I write approve, 35
 
Like, or not like it, I must sing of love.
 
Whether for Ithaca's illustrious dame,
 
To great Ulysses I a letter frame,
 
Or for Oenone tender things indite,
 
Or soft complaints for injur'd Phillis write; 40
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