CLA219H1 Lecture Notes - Anactoria, Davleia, Cephalus
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Indeed, perhaps you ask why my lines alternate, when i"m more suited to the lyric mode: my love is weeping: it"s elegiac verse that weeps: I don"t set any of my tears to the lyre. I"m scorched, as a cornfield burns, its rich crop set alight by a wild south-easterly, bringing lightning. Phaon frequents the far fields of typhoeus"s etna: passion grips me no less fiercely than etna"s fire. Songs to the well-tuned strings don"t rise in me: song is the work of a mind at leisure. Nor do the girls of pyrrha, or methymna delight me, nor the rest of the lesbian throng. Worthless is anactoria, lovely cydro"s worthless, to me, while atthis isn"t pleasing to my eyes, nor a hundred others that i"ve loved guiltily. Cruel man, one alone has what was a multitude"s! Beauty is yours, years suited to loving, oh, treacherous beauty to my eyes!
