O thou Torquatus, the space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, a wide distance in the travelling. The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces toward the propinquity to the most sweet virgin of whom knowledge is to me. Farewell, O (thou) Piccadillium! Farewell, O rectangle of (the consul) Lestertius! The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, yet, moreover, my heart at that location is present. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |