Poetry & Verse
Translation From Catullus. Lugete Veneres Cupidinesque (Carm. III.)
By George Gordon, Lord ByronSource: George Gordon, Lord Byron - PoetryDB (Public Domain)144 words
Ye Cupids, droop each little head, Nor let your wings with joy be spread, My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead, Whom dearer than her eyes...
This is a poetry & verse.
Ye Cupids, droop each little head,
Nor let your wings with joy be spread,
My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead,
Whom dearer than her eyes she lov'd:
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