Unit 1 · poem · hendecasyllable · 20 lines
Latin
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Hagi prime ſodalium meorum,
Qui, dum nos aleret nouem dearum
Tuto Lanus in otio, ſolebas
Mecum carpere ſæpe non inertem
Fultus ceſpite florido quietem:
Qua purum ſalices, utraque ripa,
Frondoſis fluuium comis opacant.
Quid, dum bella tument nephanda, rerum
In Martis geris urbe? me niuali
Longo tempore detinet ſub Arcto
Fati ſæua neceßitas acerbi.
Hic tabeſco tot anxijs pereſus
Curis (hei) ſine te, miſerq; uiuo
Inter tela licentiamq; ferri
Diuiſus procul a meis libellis.
Et nunc uel ſitus hos araneoſus
Fœdat, nunc tineas alunt edaces
Noſtræ delitiæ, uel aſper igni
Miles tradidit, hoc fleam neceſſe eſt.
Hagi prime ſodalium meorum.
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Hagius, foremost of my comrades,
You who, while the Lahn nourished us in the safe leisure
Of the nine goddesses, used to
Often enjoy with me a not-inactive rest,
Leaning upon the flowery turf:
Where willows, on either bank,
Shade the pure river with their leafy foliage.
What are you doing in the city of Mars,
While unspeakable wars swell? Me, under the snowy
North for a long time detains
The cruel necessity of bitter fate.
Here I waste away, consumed by so many anxious
Cares (alas) without you, and I live wretchedly
Amidst weapons and the license of the sword,
Separated far from my little books.
And now either a spider-webbed mold
Defiles them, now our delights feed greedy
Moths, or a harsh soldier has handed them over
To the fire; I must weep for this.
Hagius, foremost of my comrades.