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  • The Art of Love: Book Two
    ...Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections,
    The absent love fades, a new one takes its place.
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • Elegy V
    In summer's heat and mid-time of the day
    To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Second
    THE Sun's bright palace, on high columns rais'd,
                      With burnish'd gold and flaming jewels blaz'd;
    1130 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Third
    WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost,
                      He sent his son to search on ev'ry coast;
    906 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Fourth
    YET still Alcithoe perverse remains,
    And Bacchus still, and all his rites, disdains.
    1202 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth
    WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report
                      His father Cepheus, and the list'ning court,
    1051 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth
    PALLAS, attending to the Muse's song,
                      Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong;
    1185 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh
    THE Argonauts now stemm'd the foaming tide,
                      And to Arcadia's shore their course apply'd;
    1232 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth
    NOW shone the morning star in bright array,
    To vanquish night, and usher in the day:
    1418 lines, 3 comments
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth
    Theseus requests the God to tell his woes,
                      Whence his maim'd brow, and whence his groans arose
    1043 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth
    THENCE, in his saffron robe, for distant Thrace,
                      Hymen departs, thro' air's unmeasur'd space;
    1231 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh
    HERE, while the Thracian bard's enchanting strain
                      Sooths beasts, and woods, and all the listn'in
    1155 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth
    PRIAM, to whom the story was unknown,
                      As dead, deplor'd his metamorphos'd son:
    875 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
    THE chiefs were set; the soldiers crown'd the
                          field:
    1467 lines
  • Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth
    NOW Glaucus, with a lover's haste, bounds o'er
                      The swelling waves, and seeks the Latian shore.
    59 lines
  • Duplicity

    Then must I always bear your endless accusations?
    63 lines
  • Morning
    Already over the sea from her old spouse she comes,
    the blonde goddess whose frosty wheels bring day.
    46 lines
  • Disappointment
    But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;
    I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
    85 lines, 1 comment
  • Either She Was A Fool
    EITHER she was fool, or her attire was bad,
    Or she was not the wench I wished to have had.
    83 lines
  • Salmacis And Hermaphroditus
    HOW Salmacis with weak enfeebling streams
    Softens the body, and unnerves the limbs,
    130 lines
  • In Summer's Heat
    In summer's heat and mid-time of the day,
    To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,
    25 lines
  • Love in the afternoon
    It was very hot. The day had gone just past its noon.
    I'd stretched out on a couch to take a nap.
    27 lines, 2 comments
  • Love and War
    Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:
    I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.
    45 lines, 1 comment
  • Metamorphoses: Book The First
    OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
                      Ye Gods, from whom these
    1123 lines
  • Pygmalion And The Statue
    PYGMALION loathing their lascivious Life,
    Abhorred all Womankind, but most a Wife:
    100 lines
  • Seeing Thou Art Fair
    SEEING thou art fair, I bar not thy false playing,
    But let not me poor soul know of thy straying.
    49 lines
  • Magic
    YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    17 lines
  • To His Mistress
    YOUR husband will be with us at the Treat;
    May that be the last Supper he shall Eat.
    83 lines
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