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Title

Priapeia

Author
Unknown author
Translated by Leonard C. Smithers
Details
120 chapters English Public domain
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120 chapters

76 70. When the fig's honied sweet thy taste shall catch
77 71. A starveling stranger made me laughing-stock
78 72. An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed
79 73. Of vergers diligent guard (Priapus!), threat
80 74. Not to be moved am I; shouldst thou, Thief, venture on thieving
81 75. Why, O ye pathic girls, with sidelong oglings observe me?
82 76. Right through the middle of lads and of lasses a passage shall pierce
83 77. Dodona is hallowed, Jupiter, to thee
84 78. Though I be ag�d now, though head and chin
85 79. The Gods and Goddesses deny thy teeth
86 80. Although with yard distent (Priapus!) weighted
87 81. Know that this crass coarse yard nor lengthens nor stands as becomes it
88 82. While there is life 'tis fitting to hope, O rustical guardian!
89 83. Bailiff of house whilom, now I of fieldlet the tiller
90 84. What news be here? what send those angry gods?
91 85. Neither of garden nor of blessed vine
92 86. Roses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me
93 87. I thuswise fashioned I by rustic art
94 88. This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turf-builded cottage
95 89. This grove to thee devote I give, Priapus!
96 90. Thou who with prickle affrightest men and passives with sickle!
97 91. I am not hew�d of the fragile elm
98 92. A robber famed for greed exceeding wonder
99 93. Carved me no rustic boor his artless sickle a-plying
100 94. An thou would fain go filled thou mayest devour our Priapus
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Cover for Priapeia
Title

Priapeia

Author
Unknown author
Translated by Leonard C. Smithers
Details
120 chapters English Public domain
About this book

No short description is available for this text.

Table of contents

120 chapters

76 70. When the fig's honied sweet thy taste shall catch
77 71. A starveling stranger made me laughing-stock
78 72. An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed
79 73. Of vergers diligent guard (Priapus!), threat
80 74. Not to be moved am I; shouldst thou, Thief, venture on thieving
81 75. Why, O ye pathic girls, with sidelong oglings observe me?
82 76. Right through the middle of lads and of lasses a passage shall pierce
83 77. Dodona is hallowed, Jupiter, to thee
84 78. Though I be ag�d now, though head and chin
85 79. The Gods and Goddesses deny thy teeth
86 80. Although with yard distent (Priapus!) weighted
87 81. Know that this crass coarse yard nor lengthens nor stands as becomes it
88 82. While there is life 'tis fitting to hope, O rustical guardian!
89 83. Bailiff of house whilom, now I of fieldlet the tiller
90 84. What news be here? what send those angry gods?
91 85. Neither of garden nor of blessed vine
92 86. Roses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me
93 87. I thuswise fashioned I by rustic art
94 88. This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turf-builded cottage
95 89. This grove to thee devote I give, Priapus!
96 90. Thou who with prickle affrightest men and passives with sickle!
97 91. I am not hew�d of the fragile elm
98 92. A robber famed for greed exceeding wonder
99 93. Carved me no rustic boor his artless sickle a-plying
100 94. An thou would fain go filled thou mayest devour our Priapus
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Cover for Priapeia
Title

Priapeia

Author
Unknown author
Translated by Leonard C. Smithers
Details
120 chapters English Public domain
About this book

No short description is available for this text.

Table of contents

120 chapters

76 70. When the fig's honied sweet thy taste shall catch
77 71. A starveling stranger made me laughing-stock
78 72. An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed
79 73. Of vergers diligent guard (Priapus!), threat
80 74. Not to be moved am I; shouldst thou, Thief, venture on thieving
81 75. Why, O ye pathic girls, with sidelong oglings observe me?
82 76. Right through the middle of lads and of lasses a passage shall pierce
83 77. Dodona is hallowed, Jupiter, to thee
84 78. Though I be ag�d now, though head and chin
85 79. The Gods and Goddesses deny thy teeth
86 80. Although with yard distent (Priapus!) weighted
87 81. Know that this crass coarse yard nor lengthens nor stands as becomes it
88 82. While there is life 'tis fitting to hope, O rustical guardian!
89 83. Bailiff of house whilom, now I of fieldlet the tiller
90 84. What news be here? what send those angry gods?
91 85. Neither of garden nor of blessed vine
92 86. Roses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me
93 87. I thuswise fashioned I by rustic art
94 88. This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turf-builded cottage
95 89. This grove to thee devote I give, Priapus!
96 90. Thou who with prickle affrightest men and passives with sickle!
97 91. I am not hew�d of the fragile elm
98 92. A robber famed for greed exceeding wonder
99 93. Carved me no rustic boor his artless sickle a-plying
100 94. An thou would fain go filled thou mayest devour our Priapus
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