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| Property / Translation EN: Gaul bore me; the oyster of the wealthy sea gave me my name,<br /> a fitting honour of a name for my beauty.<br />Taught to run about, daring, through dim, rough woods<br /> in the hills and to pursue wild beasts,<br />not ever accustomed to be held by heavy chains<br /> nor to suffer savage blows on my snowy body.<br />For I used to lie in the gentle lap of my lord and lady<br /> and, weary, knew to recline on the couch with a cushion,<br />and I used to talk more than was permitted with a dog's speechless mouth:<br /> no one was very frightened by my barking.<br />But now I have suffered the fortunes cast by an inauspicious birth,<br /> whom now the earth covers beneath a small marble stone.<br /> Margarita ⸙ / reference | |||
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| Property / Translation EN: Gaul bore me; the oyster of the wealthy sea gave me my name,<br /> a fitting honour of a name for my beauty.<br />Taught to run about, daring, through dim, rough woods<br /> in the hills and to pursue wild beasts,<br />not ever accustomed to be held by heavy chains<br /> nor to suffer savage blows on my snowy body.<br />For I used to lie in the gentle lap of my lord and lady<br /> and, weary, knew to recline on the couch with a cushion,<br />and I used to talk more than was permitted with a dog's speechless mouth:<br /> no one was very frightened by my barking.<br />But now I have suffered the fortunes cast by an inauspicious birth,<br /> whom now the earth covers beneath a small marble stone.<br /> Margarita ⸙ / reference | |||
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elegiac poem
- CLE 1175 (3)
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CIL 06, 29896 (1)
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elegiac poem
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Gaul bore me; the oyster of the wealthy sea gave me my name,<br /> a fitting honour of a name for my beauty.<br />Taught to run about, daring, through dim, rough woods<br /> in the hills and to pursue wild beasts,<br />not ever accustomed to be held by heavy chains<br /> nor to suffer savage blows on my snowy body.<br />For I used to lie in the gentle lap of my lord and lady<br /> and, weary, knew to recline on the couch with a cushion,<br />and I used to talk more than was permitted with a dog's speechless mouth:<br /> no one was very frightened by my barking.<br />But now I have suffered the fortunes cast by an inauspicious birth,<br /> whom now the earth covers beneath a small marble stone.<br /> Margarita ⸙
