Love
XLVIII: If, Juventius, I the grace win ever
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
Love
If, Juventius, I the grace win ever
Still on beauteous honied eyes to kiss thee,
I would kiss them a million, yet a million.
Yea, nor count me to win the full attainment,
Not, tho' heavier e'en than ears at harvest,
Fall my kisses, a wealthy crop delightful.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XLVIII: If, Juventius, I the grace win ever.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/45/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XLVIII: If, Juventius, I the grace win ever.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/45/.
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