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ALBIUS TIBULLUS “Enzeladus an Jupiter. Ein Fragment”
In: Alb. Tibullus: nebst einer Probe aus dem Properz und den Kriegsliedern des Tyrtaeus
Albius Tibullus
Zürich, bey Orell, Gessner, Füssli und Comp. 1783
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Albius Tibullus (c. 55 BCE – 19 BCE) was a Latin elegiac poet of the Augustan age.
READ HIS WORKS! Splendid!
Lawrence Alma-Tadema “Tibullus at Delia’s” Oil on wood 1866
Location: Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, USA
Be to thyself a throng.
Albius Tibullus
Meet the poet, Tibullus
Meet the poet, Tibullus
I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, send the bones tumbling from the dying pyre. At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow falls from a summer’s sky.― Tibullus
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Come exorcise the illness of this lovely girl, come down here, Phoebus, sporting uncropped hair. Believe me, and hurry; you'll never regret applying to her beauty the medicine of your hands. See that no blight invades her feeble limbs, no morbid colour blotch her pallid flesh. Let rapid rivers discharge in the sea that sickness and corruption we dread. Come, holy one, and bring whatever simples or incantations relieve the ailing body. Don't plague the boy who, fearing this girl's death, pledges countless vows to save her. He prays, yes; but then, because she languishes, he hurls rough words against the eternal gods. Cast out your fear, Cerinthus; God does no harm to lovers. Just love her always, and your girl is safe. No need to weep; tears will be more in keeping when she starts to doubt you. Now she's all your own; no one but you fulfils her guileless thoughts though a credulous group in vain awaits her glance. Phoebus, give them your favour. You'll garner lofty praise for restoring two lives by saving one. Then famous, you'll rejoice when the grateful pair eagerly vie to pay their debt to your holy altar. And the righteous host of gods will call you fortunate and covet, each for himself, your arts.
No Harm to Lovers, Albius Tibullus (Latin)