Lesbia Obdurate

LESVIA OBDURATE .

For what woe
I bare of the wily Cyprian queen you know,
And how she wrought me, kindling my desire
Hot as Thermopylae or Ætna's fire.
My eyes, grown sad with weeping oft-renewed,
Forever melted, all my cheeks bedewed
With melancholy rain.
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Catullus
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