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Updated: June 11, 2025
Above, see the slender-flowered fibrils, unceasingly swayed, of the purply amourette, which sheds in profusion its yellowy anthers; the snowy pyramids of the field and water glyceria; the green locks of the barren bromus; the tapered plumes of the agrosits, called wind-ears; violet-hued hopes with which first dreams are crowned, and which stand out on the grey ground of flax where the light radiates round these blossoming herbs.
"Perhaps Glyceria does not even live here," he thought, and just at that moment heard his name uttered behind him. He turned. Before him stood a pale, slender woman, in a simple snow-white robe, whose folds concealed her figure up to her chin and covered her arms to the wrists. This was not the alluring costume that suited a love adventure. The face was still less seductive.
Mesembrius' face blanched, and sinking back into his chair he faltered with fixed eyes, "Glyceria!" "Yes, you are right; she has robbed you of her. And I, blind fool, met them, and these eyes did not recognize her in the darkness; this pitiable heart did not feel that, five steps off, she was being borne away from me.
"If by the power of my eloquence, the honey of my tongue, and the magic of my poetry, I induced that earthly goddess, Glyceria, to render you happy by her favor. Did I not bring her to you?" "You brought her, doubtless; but what did it avail?
"Take back your curse!" shouted the flamen Dialis, rushing up to her and seizing her hand. With her last strength Glyceria raised herself, her eyes rolled wildly over the throng and, once more summoning all the bitterness of her heart, she raised both hands and extending them over the multitude shrieked: "Be accursed!"
Trembling in every limb, he could not speak, but motioned to a slave to deliver Manlius' letter to Glyceria. The courtiers whispered together in astonishment. "What a fortunate man you are," Ævius whispered in the ear of the new favourite. "Why did not I have the good luck to possess Glyceria's love, that I might cast it from me with the same indifference?"
No, I shall not kill you, but will make you my wife." Glyceria drew back her hand in horror. "Manlius, this is mockery, and bitterer than death." "No, it is only love. I love you." "Manlius, do not kill me thus, not thus. Rather with the sharp sword." "I love you.
"And to yours, Carinus," replied Manlius, giving his own in exchange. "Manlius," said Carinus, the blood mounting to his face, "do you know that I have already had one husband of Glyceria slain?" "You did well, Carinus; but for that I could not become the second." "Do you know why I had him killed?" "Because he concealed his wife from you. Fool!
Take my throne, command my slaves, my empire in my name, have my favourites killed, make the lowest in Rome the highest, empty my treasure-houses, and, for all this, merely give me the key of your bridal-chamber." "The bargain is made; here is my hand. Give me the parchment and stylus. Listen to what I write to Glyceria, and send it to her dwelling: 'Goddess of my love!
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