History & Politics
Epigram XLIX. Translated
Translated by Alexander Brome (1664) · From Songs and Other Poems (1664)
History & Politics
Julia once stroke me with a ball of snow;
I thought snow was not fire, yet that was so.
Then snow what's colder? yet 't had pow'r t' inflame
My breast, when from my Julia's hand it came?
What place have lovers free from treacheries,
When fire within congealed water lies?
Julia alone can make my flames expire,
Yet not with ice, or snow, but equal fire.
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Brome, Alexander. “Epigram XLIX. Translated.” Translated by Alexander Brome. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/brome/213/.
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Brome, Alexander. “Epigram XLIX. Translated.” Translated by Alexander Brome. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/brome/213/.
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