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1 T-I| who asks how I am,~say I’m alive, but deny that I am 2 T-I| deny that I am well:~that I’m even alive is a gift from 3 T-I| with leisure and privacy:~I’m tossed by winter gales, 4 T-I| Every fear harms verse: I’m lost and always~afraid of 5 T-I| say: ‘Look at the title: I’m not love’s master:~that 6 T-I| the angry god?~A wretch, I’m wasting idle words in vain.~ 7 T-I| prayers ~who knows where, so I’m doubly punished.~Ah me! 8 T-I| deserve such a death, I’m not the only~traveller here. 9 T-I| for the Sarmatian land.~I’m forced to touch the wild 10 T-I| last I said: ‘Why hurry? I’m off to Scythia,~I’m leaving 11 T-I| hurry? I’m off to Scythia,~I’m leaving Rome. Both are good 12 T-I| whole constellations apart~I’m carried by fate to Getic, 13 T-I| which my ruins rest,~if I’m still anyone, it’s all your 14 T-I| It’s your doing that I’m not despoiled, stripped 15 T-I| blood, hopes for plunder, I’m afraid,~the other wants 16 T-I| familiar couch, supported me.~I’m tossed on the stormy deep, 17 T-II| friend of my disease –~I’m turning my sad feet to those 18 T-II| sentence:~since in it I’m called relegatus and not 19 T-II| from his native land.~I’m the only one sent to seven-mouthed 20 T-II| seven-mouthed Hister’s delta,~I’m crushed beneath virgin Callisto’ 21 T-II| about the second fault:~I’m not important enough to 22 T-II| The first, then: that I’m accused of being a teacher~ 23 T-II| became Aeneas’s mother.~If I’m allowed to present it in 24 T-II| sin and my~open fault: I’m sorry for my wit and taste.~ 25 T-II| have drawn my spirit.~I’m undeservedly blamed. Narrow 26 T-II| should even question this – I’m fit~for lighter verse, adequate 27 T-II| Plea: Greek Precedents~ ~I’m not alone in having sung 28 T-II| tender love-songs:~but I’m the one punished for singing 29 T-II| foreseeing it, hurts me now I’m old.~Late vengeance in excess 30 T-II| people,~so much writing, I’m the one my Calliope wounds.~ 31 T-II| my Calliope wounds.~So I’m sure there’s no citizen 32 T-III| the long journey:~If I’m not golden with cedar-oil, 33 T-III| written in another’s hand, I’m ill.~Ill in the furthest 34 T-III| can’t stand the climate, I’m not used to the water,~and 35 T-III| slowly moving hours. ~I’m weary lying here among distant 36 T-III| vigour.~So, maybe, while I’m anxious for my life, ~do 37 T-III| now, for a first time, I’m taken from you, mea lux.~ 38 T-III| secret still.~But though I’m absent, far away in a distant 39 T-III| man, on these shores,~I’m led on by the slight hope: 40 T-III| out with too much wine:~I’m punished because my unknowing 41 T-III| cause of my misfortune,~I’m vexed by insomnia since 42 T-III| cause of grievous pain.~I’m no fitter in mind than body, 43 T-III| alive in the city now I’m gone,~let him know that, 44 T-III| by mountain wolves,~so I’m in terror of belligerent 45 T-III| And so it’s clear, and I’m not thought a liar,~I’d 46 T-III| He who tells me things, I’m sad I haven’t seen,~will 47 T-III| still see to it, that I’m not wholly absent?~Do you 48 T-III| Getic metres.~Believe me, I’m afraid lest you read the 49 T-IV| when they were written.~I’m an exile, and I looked for 50 T-IV| my hands in play:~now I’m old I strap a sword to my 51 T-IV| miss the communal joy, I’m driven far away,~and only 52 T-IV| by Achilles’ chariot.~I’m not sure what prayer to 53 T-IV| your mind.~Are you sad? I’m troubled to be the cause 54 T-IV| He Asks For Her Help~ ~I’m wretched if, when they call 55 T-IV| comes to your cheeks!~I’m wretched, if you think it 56 T-IV| disgrace to be married to me!~I’m wretched if you’re ashamed 57 T-IV| what you are is revealed I’m free from blame.~Nor does 58 T-IV| Messalinus: His Sentence~ ~So I’m rightly paying the penalty, 59 T-IV| passing time!~Believe me, I’m failing, and as far as I 60 T-IV| reasons by writing often,~so I’m not always making excuses 61 T-IV| century without stain,~I’m crushed, in the harshest 62 T-IV| to use its weapons.~If I’m banished, as I am, to the 63 T-IV| of posterity forever.~I’m already charging, without 64 T-IV| of my punishment!~And I’m fortunate my trouble wasn’ 65 T-IV| above myself, people say~I’m not inferior, and I’m the 66 T-IV| I’m not inferior, and I’m the most widely read of 67 T-V| among the Sarmatians that I’m a talent.~In short, I don’ 68 T-V| fingers?~Don’t worry, I’m well: my body that was weak ~ 69 T-V| afflictions. Or is it more~that I’m not granted the luxury of 70 T-V| beats the gentle air,~so I’m burdened with sorrows: if 71 T-V| vessel now.~Do it! Though I’m hated, I’ll have recourse~ 72 T-V| moderated, you grant me life,~I’m not deprived of a citizen’ 73 T-V| been given to others,~I’m not called an ‘exul’ by 74 T-V| the frozen pole –~yet I’m not so much tormented by 75 T-V| Getic,~as by the fact that I’m encircled, and shut in on 76 T-V| sufferings on sea and land, I’m surrounded ~by the noise 77 T-V| own, ~I beg you, though I’m far away, be radiantly here,~ 78 T-V| honest charge so speedily? ~I’m a burden, I confess, but 79 T-V| rightly worth less to you.~I’m not so wholly crushed by 80 T-V| though you know, even if I’m silent.~I’m miserable: that’ 81 T-V| know, even if I’m silent.~I’m miserable: that’s a brief 82 T-V| eager for applause.~Still I’m not ungrateful for anything 83 T-V| for the most part.~See, I’m ashamed to admit it, from 84 T-V| not fallen so low that~I’m beneath you, whom nothing 85 T-V| by the whole city:~if I’m still read, as an exile, 86 T-V| too is your doing: that I’m able to remember.~May Caesar 87 T-V| of my life that’s hard?~I’m trapped by the shore of 88 T-V| understood by gestures.~Here I’m the barbarian no one comprehends,~ 89 T-V| thread to my life.~That I’m deprived of the sight of 90 T-V| spoken of ~with malice, I’m used to suffering pain bravely 91 T-V| now,~as to think that I’m a cause of shame to you, 92 T-V| bull, paid the price,~so I’m paying the penalty for my 93 T-V| if only you are well, I’m partly well:~since my ruin 94 T-V| complaint’s baseless,~and I’m wrong in thinking you’ve 95 T-V| by my art:~as long as I’m read, your virtue will be 96 T-V| suffering.~And don’t think I’m admonishing you, for inaction:~ 97 T-V| admonishing you, for inaction:~I’m raising sail on a ship that’ 98 ExII| has shelves waiting.~I’m not so foolish as to compare 99 ExII| cried over your brother!~I’m one not allowed to enter 100 ExII| enter any kind of tree:~I’m one who wishes in vain to 101 ExII| cruel chains.~Or when I’m deceived by the semblance 102 ExII| might be nearer home.~I’m he who honoured you, whose 103 ExII| to among your guests:~I’m he who brought Hymen to 104 ExII| you sometimes read me:~I’m he who was granted a bride 105 ExII| over in silence.~But if I’m silent about myself, my 106 ExII| And, I suppose, though I’m distant from my native land~ 107 ExII| Rufinus: The Exile List~ ~I’m here, abandoned, on the 108 ExII| cured through your advice.~I’m afraid you’re trying to 109 ExII| I don’t say so because I’m the wiser of us two,~it’ 110 ExII| me~as a great gift, and I’m well counselled by it.~~ 111 ExII| founder in the waves.~I’m weakened too by an endless 112 ExII| Getae when called.~Yet I’m struggling to weave verses, 113 ExII| fate.~When I read it, I’m ashamed of what I’ve written,~ 114 ExII| What else should I do? I’m not one to lead a life~of 115 ExII| anxious care?~Because I’m afraid the Getae won’t approve 116 ExII| approve them?~Perhaps I’m being bold, but I would 117 ExII| I don’t push in where I’m not allowed to go: ~it’s 118 ExII| Messalinus,~so long as I’m not a stranger to your house:~ 119 ExII| water to the beds myself, I’m not ashamed to say:~if they’ 120 ExII| gone: I push away meals I’m served,~with distaste, complain, 121 ExII| awake too,~since the place I’m in itself lends them substance.~ 122 ExI| Thanks to you, Fame, though I’m imprisoned ~among the Getae, 123 ExI| on is a good one.~Now I’m almost buried, now I’m ill 124 ExI| I’m almost buried, now I’m ill and frozen ~at least: 125 ExI| and frozen ~at least: if I’m saved at all, I’ll be saved 126 ExI| its full strength.~Since I’m a whole world apart from 127 ExI| harmful to me.~Forgive me. I’m a shipwrecked man, afraid 128 ExI| tumultuous with the tempest,~I’m abandoned on a shattered 129 ExI| enemy fights well.~So, I’m helped and injured by the 130 ExI| such true worth.~But if I’m only to echo your own vows, 131 ExI| you can, and as long as I’m not a burden.~ ~Book EII. 132 ExI| avoided the cruel reefs.~Now I’m shipwrecked what use is 133 ExI| badly.~Believe me, if I’m known to you as a truth-sayer,~( 134 ExI| made from my misfortune.~I’m not afraid because I think 135 ExI| constant dripping,~so I’m hurt by continual blows 136 ExI| appearance is no small aid.~I’m aided too, by seeing your 137 ExI| I’ll embrace you when I’m surrounded by Getic weapons,~ 138 ExI| and my standards.~Either I’m deceiving myself, mocked 139 ExI| my native earth.~Since I’m bereft of that now, let 140 ExI| thoughts come to you, though I’m absent,~I’ll be in front 141 ExI| Hermione, Hector to Iulus,~I’m pleased to say is what you 142 ExIII| should, will~complain when I’m silent, if you don’t show 143 ExIII| Request To Her~ ~Since I’m weakening, unable to drag 144 ExIII| consumed and turned to ashes.~I’m wrong: it will outlast the 145 ExIII| the years of my life,~if I’m still read by thoughtful 146 ExIII| was born in that land (I’m not ashamed of my country):~ 147 ExIII| collected down the ages,~I’m the only one ruined by my 148 ExIII| arrow.~The reason why I’m here again after long ages~ 149 ExIII| that way, even though I’m absent.~So let my verse 150 ExIII| not my words you read, I’m banished to the Danube,~ 151 ExIII| among the happy gods.~When I’m here again, I leave the 152 ExIII| same thing so often,~and I’m ashamed my useless prayers 153 ExIII| in this place!~Though I’m ashamed to send them, they 154 ExIII| he says,~and the fact I’m surrounded by crowds of 155 ExIV| even if he complains!~I’m ashamed of not having earned 156 ExIV| masterpiece by Myron:~so I’m not the least of your possessions, 157 ExIV| hearing the name of Ovid.~I’m the one, though you don’ 158 ExIV| almost boy with boy:~I’m the one who was the first 159 ExIV| in your pleasant jests:~I’m the one, familiar friend 160 ExIV| house, by frequent custom,~I’m the one, the one and only 161 ExIV| Poet in your opinion.~I’m the one, traitor, you don’ 162 ExIV| traitor, you don’t know if I’m still alive,~whom you’ve 163 ExIV| the plea, and I think I’m reason~for his death (though 164 ExIV| in person, what country I’m stuck in, and you~will witness 165 ExIV| and you~will witness I’m not in the habit of complaining 166 ExIV| His Status and Loyalty~ ~I’m not disliked here, nor indeed 167 ExIV| to ask, would say that I’m~not inventing this, and 168 ExIV| it to your notice,~but I’m content, out of a sense 169 ExIV| This is the sixth summer I’m forced to spend~on Cimmerian 170 ExIV| and no longer feel that I’m among the Getae.’~But I’ 171 ExIV| do I command, you ask? I’m dying to answer,~if a dead 172 ExIV| these lines, except that I’m fairly well,~you won’t hear 173 ExIV| here.~I don’t care where I’m sent to from this land,~ 174 ExIV| recently granted to me.~I’m the only one so far immune 175 ExIV| amongst your family ~wealth: I’m a part of your estate, however 176 ExIV| speeded by using oars.~I’m ashamed and anxious, always 177 ExIV| guardian of, my well-being,~I’m yours no less than if the 178 IBIS| ve followed him, though I’m unused to this sort of thing.~ 179 IBIS| And since, when asked, I’m not saying who you are, 180 IBIS| Whether, as I’d not wish, I’m exhausted by long years,~ 181 IBIS| by long years,~whether I’m dissolved in death by my 182 IBIS| by my own hand:~whether I’m lost, shipwrecked by mighty