Keinerlei Flucht, kein Schimmer der Hoffnung, stumm liegt Alles.
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue.
Keats, Lamia, Part I.
308 Wreaths sat on each hoar crown, whose snows flush' d rosy beneath them.
I have attempted here to give what I conceive Catullus may have meant to convey by the remarkable collocation At roseo niueae residebant uertice uittae. Properly, the wreaths are rosy, the locks snow-white; but the colour of the wreaths is so blent with the colour of the locks that each is lost in the other, and an inversion of epithets becomes possible.
So, in fury of heart, shall death's stern reaper, Achilles.
A verse seems to have been lost here, which I have thus supplied.
LXVIII. 149.
So, it is all I can, take, Allius, answer, a little
Verse, to requite thy much friendship, a contrary boon.