Erotica: The Elegies of Propertius, The Satyricon of Petronius and The Kisses of Johannes Secundus. Literally Translated and Accompanied by Poetical Versions from Various Sources. To which are Added, the Love Epistles of AristaenetusWalter Keating Kelly |
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Agamemnon am'rous Antiope arms Ascyltos Bacchus Bactra beauty blest Boeotia bosom breast breath Cæsar called Callimachus Chaonian charms cheeks cried Cynthia daughter dear death delight door dress earth ELEGY Encolpius Epistle Eumolpus eyes fair fate favour fear fire flame fond Gallus girl Giton give goddess gods gold hair hands happy head heart Hercules honour horse Jove Jupiter kisses lips Livy look lover Lycas Lycurgus Lygdamus maid mistress Muses ne'er Neæra neck never night NOTT nymph o'er Ovid Paley passion Petronius poet praise Priapus Propertius Roman Rome round servant sesterces ship shore sing slave sleep soft soul sweet Tarpeia tears tell temple Thebes thee Theseus thine things thou tomb Trimalchio Tryphæna Tullus Venus verse wanton waves whilst wine woman words wretch youth
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