Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
siquis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit.
Eia!
Stetit puella
tamquam rosula:
facie splenduit,
et os eius floruit.
Eia!
There stood a girl, in red she was gowned,
Her dress if you touched it made a
Swishing sound.
Eia!
Like a little rose-tree there she stood --
Her cheeks blown roses
And her mouth a bud.
Eia!
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Pretty Little Girl With the Red Dress On
Carmina Burana 177 (tr. G.F. Whicher):