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		+	[[Category:Roman religion]]
		+	==Anomynous Elegy to Maecenus 1.57-68==

−	~~If you want to have prayers in this page~~, ~~please make~~ the ~~effort of adding your own~~, and ~~not just restoring a previous version~~ of this ~~page~~.	+	O Bacchus, after we defeated the dark tanned Indians, You drank sweet
		+	wine from Your helmet and, carefree, You loosened Your tunic. It was
		+	then I suppose that You dressed in rich purple finery. I am mindful
		+	of those times, and certainly recall those snow-white arms shining
		+	brightly that led the thyrsus and how You adorned it with gems and
		+	gold, and ivy wound thereon as well. Surely silver slippers bound
		+	you feet, this, I think, Bacchus, You will not deny. Softer than You
		+	usually gave in the many times You counseled me, then was brought
		+	forth new words upon Your lips

−	~~Lucia Livia Plauta~~	+	==Caesius Bassius Hymn of Callimachus==
		+
		+	Come, O Lyaeus, bihorned Bassareus, two-mothered Maenalius, come into
		+	this place I prepare with sleek, shiny hair. May You arouse with a
		+	crown of ivy and golden clusters of grapes, and bear shaft of new
		+	green wood, O Gentle One, may You come to this altar, Bacchus,
		+	Bacchus, Bacchus.
		+
		+	==Flores Carmina 2==
		+
		+	Bacchus, inventor of vines, may you arrive full of wines,
		+	may you pour forth the sweet liquid, to be compared with nectar,
		+	and make the old pleasant, and turned to another use,
		+	may it not lead harsh flavor to our spiteful veins
		+
		+	==Grattius Cynegetica 475-76==
		+
		+	Liber expels light cares from the heart, Liber brings soothing relief
		+	from distress.
		+
		+	Liber expels pains from the chest, Liber bears medicine to soothe a
		+	fever.
		+
		+	==Horace Carmina 2.19.7-8 ==
		+
		+	Euhoe! Save me Liber, spare me grave master of the fearful ivy-rod.
		+
		+	==Horace Carmina 3.25.19-20==
		+
		+	In spring, O Lenaeus Bacchus, I follow You, a god wreathed with ivy.
		+
		+	==Nemesianus Eclogue 2.20-24==
		+
		+	O Dryades who live in the forest, and Napaeas who live in caves, and
		+	Naides whose gleaming white feet pass through waves upon the shore
		+	and promote purple violets to grow on grassy slopes, tell me of my
		+	Donaces who I came upon under the shadows, in the meadow where she
		+	plucked up roses and the shoots of lilies pruned?
		+
		+	==Ovid Fasti 3.789-90==
		+
		+	Turn Your head with complacent horns to me, Father Bacchus, and give
		+	my genius a fair wind to follow
		+
		+	==Ovid Metamorphoses 4.11-21; 31 ==
		+
		+	Bacchus they call you, and Bromius, and Lyaeus, born in fire, and
		+	Savior also, who alone was born of two mothers. Revered as a God in
		+	Nyseus, unshorn Thyoneus, joyful Lenaeus, the sower of grapes, Lord
		+	of Nocturnal Revelries, the Bullroarer, and by many more names,
		+	Liber, are You known among the Greeks. Adored for your eternal
		+	youth, a youth everlasting, you the most beautiful among the
		+	celestial Gods high above, to You are sacrifices made when You,
		+	without horns upon Your most virgin head, are near and lend us Your
		+	assistance. Arising victorious in the East, illuminating those
		+	distant lands faded in memory, to outermost India as far as the banks
		+	of the Ganges.
		+
		+	Calm and mild, may you come to us.
		+
		+	==Ovid Metamorphoses 11.131-32==
		+
		+	Forgive me, Father Bacchus, I was mistaken, but have pity, I pray,
		+	and command that I should be torn from your beauty.
		+
		+	==Propertius Eligiae 3.17.1-20 ==
		+
		+	O Bacchus, humbly now I approach Your altar.
		+	Grant tranquil seas for me, Father, and a fair wind in my sails.
		+	You are able to tame even the rages of Venus; Your wine a cure for
		+	our sorrows.
		+	By You are lovers bound to one another; by You are their bonds
		+	dissolved.
		+	O Bacchus, cleanse my soul of fault.
		+
		+	Truly also You cannot attest to be ignorant of my sorrow
		+	when it was your lynxes that carried Ariadne off to the stars,
		+	like You there is an old flame still burning in my bones.
		+	Only wine or death may rid us of our ills.
		+
		+	Truly an empty night alone and sober spent always torments lovers;
		+	where hopes and fears churn in the mind of one or the other.
		+	But if, Bacchus, Your gift could soothe my fevered mind and bring
		+	sleep to my wearied bones, then I'll plant vines and fasten them in
		+	orderly rows upon my hills, and myself stand guard less wild beasts
		+	should pluck them.
		+
		+	When my vats fill foaming purple with must, and new wine presses have
		+	stained my feet with grapes, then it will be enough for me to live
		+	with Your vines and in Your horned presence,
		+	O Bacchus, I, Your poet, shall sing.
		+
		+	==Statius Thebaid 4.383-404==
		+
		+	Almighty Father of Nysa, who long has passed from loving your
		+	ancestral rites in distant India, who now is swiftly borne beneath
		+	the frozen North to shake warlike Ismara with your thyrsus, you,
		+	Bacchus, who now urges the grapevines to overgrow the realm of
		+	Lycurgus, or you who is swelling the Ganges and the Red Sea, to the
		+	farthest Eastern lands, rushing forward and shouting in triumph, or
		+	who from the springs of Hermus rises forth golden, but we, your
		+	progeny, have had to lay aside such arms that do you honor at
		+	festivals, instead to bear war and tears, alarm and similar horrors,
		+	the burdens of unjust reigns. Rather than speak to you once more of
		+	the monstrous acts of these leaders and of their vulgar progeny,
		+	rather would I have you carry me across the eternally frozen lands
		+	beyond the Caucasus Mountains where Amazons howl out their war cries.
		+	Behold, you press me hard, Bacchus. Far different from the frenzy I
		+	had sworn to you, I saw the clash of two bulls, both alike in honor
		+	and sharing one lineage, butting heads and locking their horns in
		+	fierce combat and both perish in their shared wrath. You are the
		+	worse evil. You depart. Guilty are you who pray that he alone should
		+	gain possession of ancestral pastures and hills whose ownership is
		+	shared with others. Evil one, born of the wretched, so much has
		+	warfare and bloodshed brought you; now another leader holds your
		+	glades and pastures.
		+
		+	==Sulpicia 4.5.9==
		+
		+	Grant, O natal Genius, all my heart's desires, and expensive incense
		+	I shall burn upon your altar.
		+
		+	==Tibullus 2.1.3-4; 17-20==
		+
		+	Come to us, Bacchus, with clusters of grapes dangling from your
		+	horns, and you, too, Ceres, a wreath of newly ripened wheat for your
		+	temples, come!
		+
		+	Gods of our fathers, we purify our farmers and our fruitful fields;
		+	we ask that you drive away harm from our borders. Let not the now
		+	sprouting plants succumb before harvest, let not the timid lambs be
		+	outrun by swift wolves.
		+
		+	==Tibullus 3.6.1-4==
		+
		+	Splendid Liber, draw near to me! With your forever mystical vine,
		+	and your ivy bound head, carry off my sorrows, in the same manner as
		+	you have so often used wine's healing powers to overcome the pangs of
		+	love.
		+
		+	==Virgil Georgics 2.2-8==
		+
		+	Now shall I sing of you, Bacchus. Without you there would be no
		+	woodland or thicket, or slow growing olive grove. Come hither, O
		+	Lenaean Father, all things here beckon to be nurtured by your many
		+	gifts, the autumn vineshoots laden the countryside with blossoms, the
		+	vintage grape harvest foams plentiful to the lips of the wine vats.
		+	Hasten, O Lenaean Father, come and, stripped down, tinge your naked
		+	feet in new wine must with me.

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	+	[[Category:Roman religion]]
	+	==Anomynous Elegy to Maecenus 1.57-68==

	+	O Bacchus, after we defeated the dark tanned Indians, You drank sweet
	+	wine from Your helmet and, carefree, You loosened Your tunic. It was
	+	then I suppose that You dressed in rich purple finery. I am mindful
	+	of those times, and certainly recall those snow-white arms shining
	+	brightly that led the thyrsus and how You adorned it with gems and
	+	gold, and ivy wound thereon as well. Surely silver slippers bound
	+	you feet, this, I think, Bacchus, You will not deny. Softer than You
	+	usually gave in the many times You counseled me, then was brought
	+	forth new words upon Your lips
	+
	+	==Caesius Bassius Hymn of Callimachus==
	+
	+	Come, O Lyaeus, bihorned Bassareus, two-mothered Maenalius, come into
	+	this place I prepare with sleek, shiny hair. May You arouse with a
	+	crown of ivy and golden clusters of grapes, and bear shaft of new
	+	green wood, O Gentle One, may You come to this altar, Bacchus,
	+	Bacchus, Bacchus.
	+
	+	==Flores Carmina 2==
	+
	+	Bacchus, inventor of vines, may you arrive full of wines,
	+	may you pour forth the sweet liquid, to be compared with nectar,
	+	and make the old pleasant, and turned to another use,
	+	may it not lead harsh flavor to our spiteful veins
	+
	+	==Grattius Cynegetica 475-76==
	+
	+	Liber expels light cares from the heart, Liber brings soothing relief
	+	from distress.
	+
	+	Liber expels pains from the chest, Liber bears medicine to soothe a
	+	fever.
	+
	+	==Horace Carmina 2.19.7-8 ==
	+
	+	Euhoe! Save me Liber, spare me grave master of the fearful ivy-rod.
	+
	+	==Horace Carmina 3.25.19-20==
	+
	+	In spring, O Lenaeus Bacchus, I follow You, a god wreathed with ivy.
	+
	+	==Nemesianus Eclogue 2.20-24==
	+
	+	O Dryades who live in the forest, and Napaeas who live in caves, and
	+	Naides whose gleaming white feet pass through waves upon the shore
	+	and promote purple violets to grow on grassy slopes, tell me of my
	+	Donaces who I came upon under the shadows, in the meadow where she
	+	plucked up roses and the shoots of lilies pruned?
	+
	+	==Ovid Fasti 3.789-90==
	+
	+	Turn Your head with complacent horns to me, Father Bacchus, and give
	+	my genius a fair wind to follow
	+
	+	==Ovid Metamorphoses 4.11-21; 31 ==
	+
	+	Bacchus they call you, and Bromius, and Lyaeus, born in fire, and
	+	Savior also, who alone was born of two mothers. Revered as a God in
	+	Nyseus, unshorn Thyoneus, joyful Lenaeus, the sower of grapes, Lord
	+	of Nocturnal Revelries, the Bullroarer, and by many more names,
	+	Liber, are You known among the Greeks. Adored for your eternal
	+	youth, a youth everlasting, you the most beautiful among the
	+	celestial Gods high above, to You are sacrifices made when You,
	+	without horns upon Your most virgin head, are near and lend us Your
	+	assistance. Arising victorious in the East, illuminating those
	+	distant lands faded in memory, to outermost India as far as the banks
	+	of the Ganges.
	+
	+	Calm and mild, may you come to us.
	+
	+	==Ovid Metamorphoses 11.131-32==
	+
	+	Forgive me, Father Bacchus, I was mistaken, but have pity, I pray,
	+	and command that I should be torn from your beauty.
	+
	+	==Propertius Eligiae 3.17.1-20 ==
	+
	+	O Bacchus, humbly now I approach Your altar.
	+	Grant tranquil seas for me, Father, and a fair wind in my sails.
	+	You are able to tame even the rages of Venus; Your wine a cure for
	+	our sorrows.
	+	By You are lovers bound to one another; by You are their bonds
	+	dissolved.
	+	O Bacchus, cleanse my soul of fault.
	+
	+	Truly also You cannot attest to be ignorant of my sorrow
	+	when it was your lynxes that carried Ariadne off to the stars,
	+	like You there is an old flame still burning in my bones.
	+	Only wine or death may rid us of our ills.
	+
	+	Truly an empty night alone and sober spent always torments lovers;
	+	where hopes and fears churn in the mind of one or the other.
	+	But if, Bacchus, Your gift could soothe my fevered mind and bring
	+	sleep to my wearied bones, then I'll plant vines and fasten them in
	+	orderly rows upon my hills, and myself stand guard less wild beasts
	+	should pluck them.
	+
	+	When my vats fill foaming purple with must, and new wine presses have
	+	stained my feet with grapes, then it will be enough for me to live
	+	with Your vines and in Your horned presence,
	+	O Bacchus, I, Your poet, shall sing.
	+
	+	==Statius Thebaid 4.383-404==
	+
	+	Almighty Father of Nysa, who long has passed from loving your
	+	ancestral rites in distant India, who now is swiftly borne beneath
	+	the frozen North to shake warlike Ismara with your thyrsus, you,
	+	Bacchus, who now urges the grapevines to overgrow the realm of
	+	Lycurgus, or you who is swelling the Ganges and the Red Sea, to the
	+	farthest Eastern lands, rushing forward and shouting in triumph, or
	+	who from the springs of Hermus rises forth golden, but we, your
	+	progeny, have had to lay aside such arms that do you honor at
	+	festivals, instead to bear war and tears, alarm and similar horrors,
	+	the burdens of unjust reigns. Rather than speak to you once more of
	+	the monstrous acts of these leaders and of their vulgar progeny,
	+	rather would I have you carry me across the eternally frozen lands
	+	beyond the Caucasus Mountains where Amazons howl out their war cries.
	+	Behold, you press me hard, Bacchus. Far different from the frenzy I
	+	had sworn to you, I saw the clash of two bulls, both alike in honor
	+	and sharing one lineage, butting heads and locking their horns in
	+	fierce combat and both perish in their shared wrath. You are the
	+	worse evil. You depart. Guilty are you who pray that he alone should
	+	gain possession of ancestral pastures and hills whose ownership is
	+	shared with others. Evil one, born of the wretched, so much has
	+	warfare and bloodshed brought you; now another leader holds your
	+	glades and pastures.
	+
	+	==Sulpicia 4.5.9==
	+
	+	Grant, O natal Genius, all my heart's desires, and expensive incense
	+	I shall burn upon your altar.
	+
	+	==Tibullus 2.1.3-4; 17-20==
	+
	+	Come to us, Bacchus, with clusters of grapes dangling from your
	+	horns, and you, too, Ceres, a wreath of newly ripened wheat for your
	+	temples, come!
	+
	+	Gods of our fathers, we purify our farmers and our fruitful fields;
	+	we ask that you drive away harm from our borders. Let not the now
	+	sprouting plants succumb before harvest, let not the timid lambs be
	+	outrun by swift wolves.
	+
	+	==Tibullus 3.6.1-4==
	+
	+	Splendid Liber, draw near to me! With your forever mystical vine,
	+	and your ivy bound head, carry off my sorrows, in the same manner as
	+	you have so often used wine's healing powers to overcome the pangs of
	+	love.
	+
	+	==Virgil Georgics 2.2-8==
	+
	+	Now shall I sing of you, Bacchus. Without you there would be no
	+	woodland or thicket, or slow growing olive grove. Come hither, O
	+	Lenaean Father, all things here beckon to be nurtured by your many
	+	gifts, the autumn vineshoots laden the countryside with blossoms, the
	+	vintage grape harvest foams plentiful to the lips of the wine vats.
	+	Hasten, O Lenaean Father, come and, stripped down, tinge your naked
	+	feet in new wine must with me.

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−	~~{{LanguageBar\|{{PAGENAME}}}}~~
−	~~[[Category:Roman religion]]~~
−	~~==Anomynous Elegy to Maecenus 1.57-68==~~

−	~~O Bacchus, after we defeated the dark tanned Indians, You drank sweet~~
−	~~wine from Your helmet and, carefree, You loosened Your tunic. It was~~
−	~~then I suppose that You dressed in rich purple finery. I am mindful~~
−	~~of those times, and certainly recall those snow-white arms shining~~
−	~~brightly that led the thyrsus and how You adorned it with gems and~~
−	~~gold, and ivy wound thereon as well. Surely silver slippers bound~~
−	~~you feet, this, I think, Bacchus, You will not deny. Softer than You~~
−	~~usually gave in the many times You counseled me, then was brought~~
−	~~forth new words upon Your lips~~
−
−	~~==Caesius Bassius Hymn of Callimachus==~~
−
−	~~Come, O Lyaeus, bihorned Bassareus, two-mothered Maenalius, come into~~
−	~~this place I prepare with sleek, shiny hair. May You arouse with a~~
−	~~crown of ivy and golden clusters of grapes, and bear shaft of new~~
−	~~green wood, O Gentle One, may You come to this altar, Bacchus,~~
−	~~Bacchus, Bacchus.~~
−
−	~~==Flores Carmina 2==~~
−
−	~~Bacchus, inventor of vines, may you arrive full of wines,~~
−	~~may you pour forth the sweet liquid, to be compared with nectar,~~
−	~~and make the old pleasant, and turned to another use,~~
−	~~may it not lead harsh flavor to our spiteful veins~~
−
−	~~==Grattius Cynegetica 475-76==~~
−
−	~~Liber expels light cares from the heart, Liber brings soothing relief~~
−	~~from distress.~~
−
−	~~Liber expels pains from the chest, Liber bears medicine to soothe a~~
−	~~fever.~~
−
−	~~==Horace Carmina 2.19.7-8 ==~~
−
−	~~Euhoe! Save me Liber, spare me grave master of the fearful ivy-rod.~~
−
−	~~==Horace Carmina 3.25.19-20==~~
−
−	~~In spring, O Lenaeus Bacchus, I follow You, a god wreathed with ivy.~~
−
−	~~==Nemesianus Eclogue 2.20-24==~~
−
−	~~O Dryades who live in the forest, and Napaeas who live in caves, and~~
−	~~Naides whose gleaming white feet pass through waves upon the shore~~
−	~~and promote purple violets to grow on grassy slopes, tell me of my~~
−	~~Donaces who I came upon under the shadows, in the meadow where she~~
−	~~plucked up roses and the shoots of lilies pruned?~~
−
−	~~==Ovid Fasti 3.789-90==~~
−
−	~~Turn Your head with complacent horns to me, Father Bacchus, and give~~
−	~~my genius a fair wind to follow~~
−
−	~~==Ovid Metamorphoses 4.11-21; 31 ==~~
−
−	~~Bacchus they call you, and Bromius, and Lyaeus, born in fire, and~~
−	~~Savior also, who alone was born of two mothers. Revered as a God in~~
−	~~Nyseus, unshorn Thyoneus, joyful Lenaeus, the sower of grapes, Lord~~
−	~~of Nocturnal Revelries, the Bullroarer, and by many more names,~~
−	~~Liber, are You known among the Greeks. Adored for your eternal~~
−	~~youth, a youth everlasting, you the most beautiful among the~~
−	~~celestial Gods high above, to You are sacrifices made when You,~~
−	~~without horns upon Your most virgin head, are near and lend us Your~~
−	~~assistance. Arising victorious in the East, illuminating those~~
−	~~distant lands faded in memory, to outermost India as far as the banks~~
−	~~of the Ganges.~~
−
−	~~Calm and mild, may you come to us.~~
−
−	~~==Ovid Metamorphoses 11.131-32==~~
−
−	~~Forgive me, Father Bacchus, I was mistaken, but have pity, I pray,~~
−	~~and command that I should be torn from your beauty.~~
−
−	~~==Propertius Eligiae 3.17.1-20 ==~~
−
−	~~O Bacchus, humbly now I approach Your altar.~~
−	~~Grant tranquil seas for me, Father, and a fair wind in my sails.~~
−	~~You are able to tame even the rages of Venus; Your wine a cure for~~
−	~~our sorrows.~~
−	~~By You are lovers bound to one another; by You are their bonds~~
−	~~dissolved.~~
−	~~O Bacchus, cleanse my soul of fault.~~
−
−	~~Truly also You cannot attest to be ignorant of my sorrow~~
−	~~when it was your lynxes that carried Ariadne off to the stars,~~
−	~~like You there is an old flame still burning in my bones.~~
−	~~Only wine or death may rid us of our ills.~~
−
−	~~Truly an empty night alone and sober spent always torments lovers;~~
−	~~where hopes and fears churn in the mind of one or the other.~~
−	~~But if, Bacchus, Your gift could soothe my fevered mind and bring~~
−	~~sleep to my wearied bones, then I'll plant vines and fasten them in~~
−	~~orderly rows upon my hills, and myself stand guard less wild beasts~~
−	~~should pluck them.~~
−
−	~~When my vats fill foaming purple with must, and new wine presses have~~
−	~~stained my feet with grapes, then it will be enough for me to live~~
−	~~with Your vines and in Your horned presence,~~
−	~~O Bacchus, I, Your poet, shall sing.~~
−
−	~~==Statius Thebaid 4.383-404==~~
−
−	~~Almighty Father of Nysa, who long has passed from loving your~~
−	~~ancestral rites in distant India, who now is swiftly borne beneath~~
−	~~the frozen North to shake warlike Ismara with your thyrsus, you,~~
−	~~Bacchus, who now urges the grapevines to overgrow the realm of~~
−	~~Lycurgus, or you who is swelling the Ganges and the Red Sea, to the~~
−	~~farthest Eastern lands, rushing forward and shouting in triumph, or~~
−	~~who from the springs of Hermus rises forth golden, but we, your~~
−	~~progeny, have had to lay aside such arms that do you honor at~~
−	~~festivals, instead to bear war and tears, alarm and similar horrors,~~
−	~~the burdens of unjust reigns. Rather than speak to you once more of~~
−	~~the monstrous acts of these leaders and of their vulgar progeny,~~
−	~~rather would I have you carry me across the eternally frozen lands~~
−	~~beyond the Caucasus Mountains where Amazons howl out their war cries.~~
−	~~Behold, you press me hard, Bacchus. Far different from the frenzy I~~
−	~~had sworn to you, I saw the clash of two bulls, both alike in honor~~
−	~~and sharing one lineage, butting heads and locking their horns in~~
−	~~fierce combat and both perish in their shared wrath. You are the~~
−	~~worse evil. You depart. Guilty are you who pray that he alone should~~
−	~~gain possession of ancestral pastures and hills whose ownership is~~
−	~~shared with others. Evil one, born of the wretched, so much has~~
−	~~warfare and bloodshed brought you; now another leader holds your~~
−	~~glades and pastures.~~
−
−	~~==Sulpicia 4.5.9==~~
−
−	~~Grant, O natal Genius, all my heart's desires, and expensive incense~~
−	~~I shall burn upon your altar.~~
−
−	~~==Tibullus 2.1.3-4; 17-20==~~
−
−	~~Come to us, Bacchus, with clusters of grapes dangling from your~~
−	~~horns, and you, too, Ceres, a wreath of newly ripened wheat for your~~
−	~~temples, come!~~
−
−	~~Gods of our fathers, we purify our farmers and our fruitful fields;~~
−	~~we ask that you drive away harm from our borders. Let not the now~~
−	~~sprouting plants succumb before harvest, let not the timid lambs be~~
−	~~outrun by swift wolves.~~
−
−	~~==Tibullus 3.6.1-4==~~
−
−	~~Splendid Liber, draw near to me! With your forever mystical vine,~~
−	~~and your ivy bound head, carry off my sorrows, in the same manner as~~
−	~~you have so often used wine's healing powers to overcome the pangs of~~
−	~~love.~~
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−	~~==Virgil Georgics 2.2-8==~~
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−	~~Now shall I sing of you, Bacchus. Without you there would be no~~
−	~~woodland or thicket, or slow growing olive grove. Come hither, O~~
−	~~Lenaean Father, all things here beckon to be nurtured by your many~~
−	~~gifts, the autumn vineshoots laden the countryside with blossoms, the~~
−	~~vintage grape harvest foams plentiful to the lips of the wine vats.~~
−	~~Hasten, O Lenaean Father, come and, stripped down, tinge your naked~~
−	~~feet in new wine must with me.~~

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==Anomynous Elegy to Maecenus 1.57-68==

O Bacchus, after we defeated the dark tanned Indians, You drank sweet
wine from Your helmet and, carefree, You loosened Your tunic. It was
then I suppose that You dressed in rich purple finery. I am mindful
of those times, and certainly recall those snow-white arms shining
brightly that led the thyrsus and how You adorned it with gems and
gold, and ivy wound thereon as well. Surely silver slippers bound
you feet, this, I think, Bacchus, You will not deny. Softer than You
usually gave in the many times You counseled me, then was brought
forth new words upon Your lips

==Caesius Bassius Hymn of Callimachus==

Come, O Lyaeus, bihorned Bassareus, two-mothered Maenalius, come into
this place I prepare with sleek, shiny hair. May You arouse with a
crown of ivy and golden clusters of grapes, and bear shaft of new
green wood, O Gentle One, may You come to this altar, Bacchus,
Bacchus, Bacchus.

==Flores Carmina 2==

Bacchus, inventor of vines, may you arrive full of wines,
may you pour forth the sweet liquid, to be compared with nectar,
and make the old pleasant, and turned to another use,
may it not lead harsh flavor to our spiteful veins

==Grattius Cynegetica 475-76==

Liber expels light cares from the heart, Liber brings soothing relief
from distress.

Liber expels pains from the chest, Liber bears medicine to soothe a
fever.

==Horace Carmina 2.19.7-8 ==

Euhoe! Save me Liber, spare me grave master of the fearful ivy-rod.

==Horace Carmina 3.25.19-20==

In spring, O Lenaeus Bacchus, I follow You, a god wreathed with ivy.

==Nemesianus Eclogue 2.20-24==

O Dryades who live in the forest, and Napaeas who live in caves, and
Naides whose gleaming white feet pass through waves upon the shore
and promote purple violets to grow on grassy slopes, tell me of my
Donaces who I came upon under the shadows, in the meadow where she
plucked up roses and the shoots of lilies pruned?

==Ovid Fasti 3.789-90==

Turn Your head with complacent horns to me, Father Bacchus, and give
my genius a fair wind to follow

==Ovid Metamorphoses 4.11-21; 31 ==

Bacchus they call you, and Bromius, and Lyaeus, born in fire, and
Savior also, who alone was born of two mothers. Revered as a God in
Nyseus, unshorn Thyoneus, joyful Lenaeus, the sower of grapes, Lord
of Nocturnal Revelries, the Bullroarer, and by many more names,
Liber, are You known among the Greeks. Adored for your eternal
youth, a youth everlasting, you the most beautiful among the
celestial Gods high above, to You are sacrifices made when You,
without horns upon Your most virgin head, are near and lend us Your
assistance. Arising victorious in the East, illuminating those
distant lands faded in memory, to outermost India as far as the banks
of the Ganges.

Calm and mild, may you come to us.

==Ovid Metamorphoses 11.131-32==

Forgive me, Father Bacchus, I was mistaken, but have pity, I pray,
and command that I should be torn from your beauty.

==Propertius Eligiae 3.17.1-20 ==

O Bacchus, humbly now I approach Your altar.
Grant tranquil seas for me, Father, and a fair wind in my sails.
You are able to tame even the rages of Venus; Your wine a cure for
our sorrows.
By You are lovers bound to one another; by You are their bonds
dissolved.
O Bacchus, cleanse my soul of fault.

Truly also You cannot attest to be ignorant of my sorrow
when it was your lynxes that carried Ariadne off to the stars,
like You there is an old flame still burning in my bones.
Only wine or death may rid us of our ills.

Truly an empty night alone and sober spent always torments lovers;
where hopes and fears churn in the mind of one or the other.
But if, Bacchus, Your gift could soothe my fevered mind and bring
sleep to my wearied bones, then I'll plant vines and fasten them in
orderly rows upon my hills, and myself stand guard less wild beasts
should pluck them.

When my vats fill foaming purple with must, and new wine presses have
stained my feet with grapes, then it will be enough for me to live
with Your vines and in Your horned presence,
O Bacchus, I, Your poet, shall sing.

==Statius Thebaid 4.383-404==

Almighty Father of Nysa, who long has passed from loving your
ancestral rites in distant India, who now is swiftly borne beneath
the frozen North to shake warlike Ismara with your thyrsus, you,
Bacchus, who now urges the grapevines to overgrow the realm of
Lycurgus, or you who is swelling the Ganges and the Red Sea, to the
farthest Eastern lands, rushing forward and shouting in triumph, or
who from the springs of Hermus rises forth golden, but we, your
progeny, have had to lay aside such arms that do you honor at
festivals, instead to bear war and tears, alarm and similar horrors,
the burdens of unjust reigns. Rather than speak to you once more of
the monstrous acts of these leaders and of their vulgar progeny,
rather would I have you carry me across the eternally frozen lands
beyond the Caucasus Mountains where Amazons howl out their war cries.
Behold, you press me hard, Bacchus. Far different from the frenzy I
had sworn to you, I saw the clash of two bulls, both alike in honor
and sharing one lineage, butting heads and locking their horns in
fierce combat and both perish in their shared wrath. You are the
worse evil. You depart. Guilty are you who pray that he alone should
gain possession of ancestral pastures and hills whose ownership is
shared with others. Evil one, born of the wretched, so much has
warfare and bloodshed brought you; now another leader holds your
glades and pastures.

==Sulpicia 4.5.9==

Grant, O natal Genius, all my heart's desires, and expensive incense
I shall burn upon your altar.

==Tibullus 2.1.3-4; 17-20==

Come to us, Bacchus, with clusters of grapes dangling from your
horns, and you, too, Ceres, a wreath of newly ripened wheat for your
temples, come!

Gods of our fathers, we purify our farmers and our fruitful fields;
we ask that you drive away harm from our borders. Let not the now
sprouting plants succumb before harvest, let not the timid lambs be
outrun by swift wolves.

==Tibullus 3.6.1-4==

Splendid Liber, draw near to me! With your forever mystical vine,
and your ivy bound head, carry off my sorrows, in the same manner as
you have so often used wine's healing powers to overcome the pangs of
love.

==Virgil Georgics 2.2-8==

Now shall I sing of you, Bacchus. Without you there would be no
woodland or thicket, or slow growing olive grove. Come hither, O
Lenaean Father, all things here beckon to be nurtured by your many
gifts, the autumn vineshoots laden the countryside with blossoms, the
vintage grape harvest foams plentiful to the lips of the wine vats.
Hasten, O Lenaean Father, come and, stripped down, tinge your naked
feet in new wine must with me.