De voce

Haec ipsa cum diceret, tanta gratia conciliabat vocem loquentis, tam dulcis sonus pertemptatum mulcebat aera, ut putares inter auras canere Sirenum concordiam. 

Even as she spoke grace made her words so attractive, the sweet noise fell so softly upon the listening air, that you seemed to have the harmony of the Sirens ringing in the breeze. 

Petrónio, Satyricon (127). 

Descende coelo, dic age tibia

Regina longum Calliope melos;

Seu voce nunc mavis acuta,

Seu fidibus, citharave Phoebi.

Auditis? an me ludit amabilis

Insania? audire, et videor pios

Errare per lucos, amoenae

Quos et aquau subeunt, et aurae.

Me fabulosae Volture in Appulo,

Altricis ectra limen Apuliae,

Ludo fatigatumque somno

fronde nova puerum palumbes.

Desce do ceo, Calliope Rainha,

Eia co'a frauta hum longo canto entôa;

Ou se ora apraz, com voz aguda, ou lyra,

Ou cithara de Apollo.

Ouvis? me illude acaso amavel estro?

Parece-me que eu ouço, e que divago

Pelos sagrados lucos, (a) que as amenas

Aguas, e as auras cursão.

Sendo eu menino no Apulhez Voltúro

Fóra das raias da natal Apulia,

Lasso de somno, e brincos me cobrírão

As fabulosas pombas

Horácio, "Ad Calliopen".

in A lyrica de Q. Horacio Flacco (Trad. Elpino Duriense).

Ille mi par esse deo videtur,

ille, si fas est, superare divos

qui sedens adversus identidem te

spectat et audit

dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis

eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,

Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi

...

lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus

flamma demanat, sonitu suopte

tintinant aures, gemina teguntur

lumina nocte.

otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est:

otio exsultas nimiumque gestis.

otium et reges prius et beatas

perdidit urbes.

Godlike the man who

sits at her side, who

watches and catches

that laughter

which (softly) tears me

to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time

I see her,

...

tongue numbed; arms, legs

melting, on fire; drum

drumming in ears; head-

lights gone black.

Her ease is your sloth, Catullus

you itch & roll in her ease:

former kings and cities

lost in the valley of her arm.

Catulo, 51.

in The poems of Catullus: a bilingual edition (trad. Peter Whigham). 

Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1983.