Satires—Imitations—AND
Sonnets.
by
Cornwall Bayley
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FROM
CATULLUS.
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Hal
strives to climb the hill of sense
But reason hurls him headlong thence!
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Lesbia
my fond proposals still disproves,
Yet may I perish but my Lesbia loves;
Whence is my proof?—the same revoking will
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mine!—I curse her—yet I love her still! |
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My
Lesbia swears she never more can love,
Save loving me—no not tho’ wo’ed
by Jove!
But women’s oaths should be transcrib’d
in haste,
And somewhere where they cannot be eras’d!
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