Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours


Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours
By P. Ovidius Naso
Edited by: various

New York Calvin Blanchard 1855



Perseus Documents Collection Table of Contents



Introduction

Life of Ovid

A Note on the Translations

Ovid's Art of Love

Book I

Book II

Book III

Ovid's Remedy of Love

Ovid's Art of Beauty.

The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer.

History of Love, by Charles Hopkins

Admiration

Perseus and Andromeda

Desire

Pygmalion

Hippomenes and Atalanta

Jealousy

Cephalus and Procris

Despair

Orpheus and Eurydice

The Parting

The Parting of Achilles and Deidamia

Absence

Leander's Epistle to Hero

Narcissus and Echo

Salmacis and Hermaphroditus

Ovid's Amours.
   Elegy I: By Dryden
   Elegy II: By Creech
   Elegy III: To His Mistress. By Charles Hopkins.
   Elegy IV: To His Mistress, whose husband is invited to a feast with him. The poet instructed her how to behave herself in his company. By Dryden.
   Elegy V: By Duke
   Elegy VI: To His Mistress's Porter, to open the gate to him. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy VII: To His Mistress, whom he had beaten. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy VIII: He Curses a Bawd, for going about to debauch his mistress. By Sir Charles Sedley.
   Elegy IX: Of Love and War. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy XI: To Nape, praying her to deliver his letter to her mistress. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy XII: He curses his letter because it was not answered.
   Elegy XIII: To the Morning, not to make haste. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XIV: He comforts his mistress for the loss of her hair by the means she took to beautify it. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy III: To a Eunuch, who had the keeping of his mistress
   Elegy IV: That he loves all sorts of women.
   Elegy V: To His False Mistress. By Eusden.
   Elegy VI: On the Death of His Mistress's Parrot. By Creech.
   Elegy VII: He protests that he never had anything to do with the chambermaid. By the same hand.
   Elegy VIII: To Corinna's Chambermaid. By the same hand.
   Elegy IX: To Love. By the Earl of Rochester.
   Elegy X: Ovid tells Graecinus, that he is fallen in love with a couple of ladies. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XII: The Poet rejoices for the favours he has received of his mistress.
   Elegy XIII: To Isis. A prayer that the goddess would assist Corinna, and prevent her miscarrying.
   Elegy XIV: To his Mistress, who endeavoured to make herself miscarry.
   Elegy XV: The Poet addresses the ring which he has sent a present to his mistress. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XVI: He invites his mistress into the country.
   Elegy XVII: He tells Corinna he will always be her slave
   Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did.
   Elegy XIX: By Dryden.
   Elegy I: The Poet deliberates with himself whether he should continue writing elegies, or attempt tragedy.
   Elegy II: To his Mistress at the horse-race. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy III: Of His Perjured Mistress. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy IV: To a man that locked up his wife. By Sir Charles Sedley
   Elegy V: The Dream. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy VI: To a River, as he was going to his mistress. By Rhymer.
   Elegy VII: Ovid laments his imperfect enjoyments. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy VIII: He complains that his mistress did not give him a favourable reception.
   Elegy IX: Upon the Death of Tibullus. By Stepney.
   Elegy X.
   Elegy XI: To his Mistress, that he cannot help loving her.
   Elegy XII: He complains that the praises he has bestowed on his mistress in his verses, have occasioned him many rivals.
   Elegy XIII: Of Juno's Feast.
   Elegy XIV: He desires his mistress, if she does cuckold him, not to let him know it.
   Elegy XV: To Venus, that he may have done writing elegies.

Introduction

Life of Ovid

A Note on the Translations

Ovid's Art of Love

Book I

Book II

Book III

Ovid's Remedy of Love

Ovid's Art of Beauty.

The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer.

History of Love, by Charles Hopkins

Admiration

Perseus and Andromeda

Desire

Pygmalion

Hippomenes and Atalanta

Jealousy

Cephalus and Procris

Despair

Orpheus and Eurydice

The Parting

The Parting of Achilles and Deidamia

Absence

Leander's Epistle to Hero

Narcissus and Echo

Salmacis and Hermaphroditus

Ovid's Amours.
   Elegy I: By Dryden
   Elegy II: By Creech
   Elegy III: To His Mistress. By Charles Hopkins.
   Elegy IV: To His Mistress, whose husband is invited to a feast with him. The poet instructed her how to behave herself in his company. By Dryden.
   Elegy V: By Duke
   Elegy VI: To His Mistress's Porter, to open the gate to him. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy VII: To His Mistress, whom he had beaten. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy VIII: He Curses a Bawd, for going about to debauch his mistress. By Sir Charles Sedley.
   Elegy IX: Of Love and War. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy XI: To Nape, praying her to deliver his letter to her mistress. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy XII: He curses his letter because it was not answered.
   Elegy XIII: To the Morning, not to make haste. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XIV: He comforts his mistress for the loss of her hair by the means she took to beautify it. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy III: To a Eunuch, who had the keeping of his mistress
   Elegy IV: That he loves all sorts of women.
   Elegy V: To His False Mistress. By Eusden.
   Elegy VI: On the Death of His Mistress's Parrot. By Creech.
   Elegy VII: He protests that he never had anything to do with the chambermaid. By the same hand.
   Elegy VIII: To Corinna's Chambermaid. By the same hand.
   Elegy IX: To Love. By the Earl of Rochester.
   Elegy X: Ovid tells Graecinus, that he is fallen in love with a couple of ladies. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XII: The Poet rejoices for the favours he has received of his mistress.
   Elegy XIII: To Isis. A prayer that the goddess would assist Corinna, and prevent her miscarrying.
   Elegy XIV: To his Mistress, who endeavoured to make herself miscarry.
   Elegy XV: The Poet addresses the ring which he has sent a present to his mistress. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy XVI: He invites his mistress into the country.
   Elegy XVII: He tells Corinna he will always be her slave
   Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did.
   Elegy XIX: By Dryden.
   Elegy I: The Poet deliberates with himself whether he should continue writing elegies, or attempt tragedy.
   Elegy II: To his Mistress at the horse-race. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy III: Of His Perjured Mistress. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy IV: To a man that locked up his wife. By Sir Charles Sedley
   Elegy V: The Dream. By Henry Cromwell.
   Elegy VI: To a River, as he was going to his mistress. By Rhymer.
   Elegy VII: Ovid laments his imperfect enjoyments. By an unknown hand.
   Elegy VIII: He complains that his mistress did not give him a favourable reception.
   Elegy IX: Upon the Death of Tibullus. By Stepney.
   Elegy X.
   Elegy XI: To his Mistress, that he cannot help loving her.
   Elegy XII: He complains that the praises he has bestowed on his mistress in his verses, have occasioned him many rivals.
   Elegy XIII: Of Juno's Feast.
   Elegy XIV: He desires his mistress, if she does cuckold him, not to let him know it.
   Elegy XV: To Venus, that he may have done writing elegies.


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  [sect. 9]

Despair


No foreign instance need of this be shown,
To draw it best, I must describe my own.
Though of this kind all ages can produce
Examples proper for the mourning muse;
Yet all to me must the first place resign,
None ever was so just, so deep as mine;
All day and night I sing, and all day long,
I love, and I despair, makes all my song.
Revolving days the same sad music hear,
Unchang'd those notes, I love, and I despair.
To me, as to the echo, fate affords
No power of speech but for those doleful words.
Some glimpse of sun, some cheerful beams appear
E'en through the gloomiest season of the year.
My clouded life admits no dawn of light,
No ray can pierce through my eternal night
All there is dismal as the shades beneath,
And all is dark as hell, as sad as death.
My anxious hours roll heavily away,
Depriv'd of sleep by night, and peace by day.
My soul no respite from her sufferings knows,
And sees no end of her eternal woes.
In a long line they run for ever on,
And still increase, and lengthen as they run.
By flight to lose my ills in vain I try,
From my despairing self I cannot fly.
Where'er I go, I bear about my flame,
In cities, countries, seas, 'tis still the same.
Scorch'd with my burning pains, I shun my house,
And strive in open air to seek repose.
My flames like torches shook in open air,
Grow with dilated heat more furious there.
Now to the most retir'd remotest place,
E'en to obscurity I fly to ease.
Retirement still foments the raging fire,
And trees, and fields, and floods, and verse conspire
To spread the flame and heighten the desire.
Wildly I range the woods and trace the groves,
To ev'ry oak I tell my hopeless loves.
Torn by my passion, to the earth I fall,
I kneel to all the gods, I pray to all;
Nothing but echo answers to my prayer,
And she speaks nothing but despair, despair.
From woods and wilds I no relief receive,
But wander on to try what seas can give
Deep thru' the tide, not knowing where I walk,
To the deaf winds, not knowing what, I talk.
Mad as the foaming main, aloud I rave,
While ev'ry tear keeps tine with ev'ry wave.