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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

Catullus

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
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Darkness Path Return Travel
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
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Civil Culture Greatness Imagination Misfortune People Power Religious Ruler
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
CATULLUS

Agony Emotion Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Tear
Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.
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Admire Herself Man Myself Relationship Side Time
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
But you shall not escape my iambics.
CATULLUS

Escape Yourself
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
CATULLUS

Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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Angry Favor God Right Wild Wrong
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
CATULLUS

Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

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