Thesauros Edebiyat elegy Amores

Amores

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

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Thus when with soaring wings I seek renown,
 
Thou pluck'st my pinions, and I flutter down.
 
Could I on such mean thoughts my muse employ,
 
I want a mistress, or a blooming boy."
 
Thus I complain'd; his bow the stripling bent, 25
 
And chose an arrow fit for his intent.
 
The shaft his purpose fatally pursues;
 
" Now, poet, there's a subject for thy muse,"
 
He said: (too well, alas, he knows his trade,)
 
For in my breast a mortal wound he made. 30
 
Far hence ye proud Hexameters remove,
 
My verse is pac'd, and tramell'd into love.
 
With myrtle wreaths my thoughtful brows enclose,
 
While in unequal verse I sing my woes.
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