Amores

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

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İngilizce Latince

Şiir 6

Thy course, thy noble course a while forbear,

I am in haste now going to my dear!

Thy banks how rich, thy stream how worthy praise

Alas, my haste ! sweet river, let me pass.

No bridges here, no ferry, not an oar, 5

Or rope to haul me to the farther shore !

I have remember'd thee a little one,

Who now with all this flood com'st blund'ring down.

Did I refuse my sleep, my wine, my friend,

To spur along, and must I here attend ? 10

No art to help me to my journey's end!

Ye Lapland powers, make me so far a witch,

I may astride get over on a switch.

Or, for some griffin, or that flying horse,

Or any monster to assist my course; 15

I wish his art that mounted to the moon,

In shorter journey would my job be done.

Why rave I for what crack-brain'd bards devise,

Or name their lewd unconscionable lies ?

Good river, let me find thy courtesy, 20

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