Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1862 - 203 páginas |
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Página 120
... hold A sheep - hook , or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And when they list , their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel ...
... hold A sheep - hook , or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And when they list , their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel ...
Página 136
... holds the veil to Truth . See Erostratus the second Fires again Diana's fane ; By the Fates from Orcus beckon'd , Clouds envelop Drury Lane . Where is Cupid's crimson motion ? Billowy ecstasy of woe , Bear me straight , meandering ocean ...
... holds the veil to Truth . See Erostratus the second Fires again Diana's fane ; By the Fates from Orcus beckon'd , Clouds envelop Drury Lane . Where is Cupid's crimson motion ? Billowy ecstasy of woe , Bear me straight , meandering ocean ...
Página 160
... stirred by the kettle- drums . Nothus ' beauty constraining her , Like some kid at his play , holds she her revelry : Thy years stately Luceria's Wools more fitly become - not 160 TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE . TO IBYCUS'S WIFE.
... stirred by the kettle- drums . Nothus ' beauty constraining her , Like some kid at his play , holds she her revelry : Thy years stately Luceria's Wools more fitly become - not 160 TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE . TO IBYCUS'S WIFE.
Página 168
... hold revelry . " But , to the soldier - sons of Rome , Tied by this law , such fates are willed ; That they seek never to rebuild , Too fond , too bold , their grandsires ' home . " With darkest omens , deadliest strife , Shall Troy 168 ...
... hold revelry . " But , to the soldier - sons of Rome , Tied by this law , such fates are willed ; That they seek never to rebuild , Too fond , too bold , their grandsires ' home . " With darkest omens , deadliest strife , Shall Troy 168 ...
Página 180
... : Stern tempest - blasts at last sing lullaby To groaning seas : even the archtyrant , Sleep , Doth loose his slaves , not hold them chained for ever . And shall not mankind too learn discipline ? I know 180 TRANSLATIONS ,
... : Stern tempest - blasts at last sing lullaby To groaning seas : even the archtyrant , Sleep , Doth loose his slaves , not hold them chained for ever . And shall not mankind too learn discipline ? I know 180 TRANSLATIONS ,
Términos y frases comunes
Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caput caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower FRONDES EST UBI gaze gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt tibi tuam UBI DECIDANT unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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Página 114 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Página 110 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Página 126 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 120 - Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake : "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Anow of such as, for their bellies...
Página 122 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 116 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 118 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Página 124 - Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 128 - ... his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 110 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...