Love
XCVI: If to the silent dead aught sweet or tender ariseth
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
If to the silent dead aught sweet or tender ariseth,
Calvus, of our dim grief's common humanity born;
When to a love long cold some pensive pity recals us,
When for a friend long lost wakes some unhappy regret;
Not so deeply, be sure, Quintilia's early departing
Grieves her, as in thy love dureth a plenary joy.
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MLA
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XCVI: If to the silent dead aught sweet or tender ariseth.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/89/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XCVI: If to the silent dead aught sweet or tender ariseth.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/89/.
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