Catullus Poem 3
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LVGETE, o Veneres Cupidinesque,  1 Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, 
et quantum est hominum uenustiorum:  2 and all you whom the Graces love. 
passer mortuus est meae puellae 3 My lady's sparrow is dead, 
passer, deliciae meae puellae,  4 the sparrow my lady's pet, 
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.  5 whom she loved more than her very eyes; 
nam mellitus erat suamque norat  6 for honey-sweet he was, and knew his mistress 
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,  7 as well as a girl knows her own mother. 
nec sese a gremio illius mouebat,  8 Nor would he stir from her lap, 
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc  9 but hopping now here, now there, 
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.  10 would still chirp to his mistress alone. 
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum  11 Now he goes along the dark road, 
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.  12 thither whence they say no one returns. 
at uobis male sit, malae tenebrae  13 But curse upon you, cursed shades 
Orci, quae omnia bella deuoratis:  14 of Orcus, which devour all pretty things! 
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis  15 My pretty sparrow, you have taken him away. 
o factum male! o miselle passer!  16 Ah, cruel! Ah, poor little bird! 
tua nunc opera meae puellae  17 All because of you my lady's darling eyes 
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli. 18 are heavy and red with weeping.