Pablius Papinius Statius (45 - 96 / Latin)
Poems of Pablius Papinius Statius
|1.||Ode To Sleep||1/1/2004|
|2.||Thebais - Book One - part I||1/1/2004|
|3.||Thebais - Book One - part II||4/21/2010|
|4.||Thebais - Book One - part III||1/1/2004|
|5.||Thebais - Book One - part IV||1/1/2004|
|6.||Thebais - Book One - part V||1/1/2004|
|7.||Thebais - Book Two||1/1/2004|
Ode To Sleep
Gentle divinity, how have I merited?
Whither, unfortunate wretch, have I strayed,
Thus of thy bounty to lie disenherited -
I alone whilst every other is paid?
Sleeping are cattle and birds without number,
Beasts of the wilderness rest in their lair;
Even the hills, as if weary, feign slumber,
Even the torment sighs soft in the air.