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To his Soul, When Dying
  1. John Birtwhistle
  1. Correspondence to John Birtwhistle, English and Related Literature, University Of York, YO10 5DD, UK; birtwhistle{at}aol.com

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    by The Emperor Hadrian (76 -138 A.D.)

    With comment by John Birtwhistle

    Animula vagula blandula,

    hospes comesque corporis,

    quae nunc abibis in loca

    pallidula rigida nudula,

    nec ut soles dabis iocos!

    My soul, my pleasant soul and witty,

    The guest and consort of my body,

    Into what place now all alone

    Naked and sad wilt thou be gone?

    No mirth, no wit, as heretofore,

    Nor jests wilt thou afford me more.

         (translated by Henry Vaughan, 1652)

    Ah! gentle, …

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    • Provenance and peer review Commissioned; internally peer reviewed.

    • Emil Baehrens, Fragmenta poetarum romanorum (Lipsiae, 1886)