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Dichter, "Liebeslieder auf Lesbia" (Italien, 87 - 54 v. Chr.).

Gaius Valerius Catullus Catull · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

Geboren am 01.01.0-87 in Verona
Gestorben am 31.12.0-54 in Rom
Sternzeichen: ♑ Steinbock

• But you shall not escape my iambics.

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• By many lands and over many a wave I come, my brother, to your piteous grave, To bring you the last offering in death And o'er dumb dust expend an idle breath; For fate has torn your living self from me, And snatched you, brother, O, how cruelly! Yet take these gifts, brought as our fathers bade For sorrow's tribute to the passing shade; A brother's tears have wet them o'er and o'er; And so, my brother, hail, and farewell evermore!

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• Catullus gives you warmest thanks, And he the worst of poets ranks; As much the worst of bards confessed, As you of advocates the best.

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• For there is nothing sillier than a silly laugh.

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• For you used to think my trifles were worth something.

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• Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred, then yet another thousand, then a hundred.

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• Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking that anybody can be grateful.

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• I hate and I love: why I do so you may well ask. I do not know, but I feel it happen and am in agony.

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• If a man can take any pleasure in recalling the thought of kindnesses done.

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• If I have led a pure life.

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• It is difficult suddenly to lay aside a long-cherished love.

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• Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us reckon all the murmurs of more censorious old men as worth one farthing. Suns can set and come again: for us, when once our brief light has set, one everlasting night is to be slept.

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• Like a god he seems to me, above the gods, if so may be, who sitting often close to you may see and hear you sweetly laughing, which snatches away all the senses from poor me.

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• May it live and last for more than a century.

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• Mourn, you powers of Charm and Desire, and all you who are endowed with charm. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's darling.

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• Nothing is sillier than silly laughter.

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• Now he goes along the darksome road, thither whence they say no one returns.

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• Now Spring restores balmy warmth.

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• O Caelius, our Lesbia, that Lesbia whom Catullus once loved uniquely, more than himself and more than all his own, now at the crossroads and in the alleyways has it off with the high-minded descendants of Remus.

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• O gods, grant me this in return for my piety.

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