Love
Book II, Elegy 11
Translated by H. E. Butler (1912) · From Elegies, Book II (Loeb, 1912)
Love
Let others write of thee; or be thou all unknown. Let him praise thee that will sow his harvest in a barren soil: all thy endowments, believe me, the last dark hour of funeral shall consume with thee on the selfsame bier, and the traveller shall spurn thine ashes as he passes by, nor ever say: "This dust was once a learned maid."
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Propertius. “Book II, Elegy 11.” Translated by H. E. Butler. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/propertius/32/.
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Propertius. “Book II, Elegy 11.” Translated by H. E. Butler. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/propertius/32/.
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