Love
LXXXIII: Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me.
This to the fond weak fool seemeth a mighty delight.
Dolt, you see not at all. Could she forget me, to rail not,
Nought were amiss; if now scold she, or if she revile,
'Tis not alone to remember; a shrewder stimulus arms her,
Anger; her heart doth burn verily, thus to revile.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXIII: Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/74/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXIII: Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/74/.
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