Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1862 - 203 páginas |
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... seek to do Is create upon a sampler Beasts which Buffon never knew : But their venturous muslins rustle O'er the cragstone and the snow , Or at home , their biceps muscle Grows by practising the bow . Worthier they those dames who ...
... seek to do Is create upon a sampler Beasts which Buffon never knew : But their venturous muslins rustle O'er the cragstone and the snow , Or at home , their biceps muscle Grows by practising the bow . Worthier they those dames who ...
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... Seek to surprise a fat old hare— He barked his shinbone , unaware Encountering my whole . As pours the Anio plainward , When rains have swollen the dykes , So , with such noise , poured down my first , Stirred by the shins of Sikes ...
... Seek to surprise a fat old hare— He barked his shinbone , unaware Encountering my whole . As pours the Anio plainward , When rains have swollen the dykes , So , with such noise , poured down my first , Stirred by the shins of Sikes ...
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... Seek a hav'n , and there Rest thee for lo ! thy side Is oarless all and bare , And the swift south - west - wind hath maimed thy mast , And thy yards creak , and , every cable lost , Yield must thy keel at last On pitiless sea - waves ...
... Seek a hav'n , and there Rest thee for lo ! thy side Is oarless all and bare , And the swift south - west - wind hath maimed thy mast , And thy yards creak , and , every cable lost , Yield must thy keel at last On pitiless sea - waves ...
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... meetings pre - arranged ; Hear now the pretty laugh that tells In what dim corner lurks thy love ; And snatch a bracelet or a glove From wrist or hand that scarce rebels . TO LEUCONÖE . OD . i . 11 . SEEK SORACTE . 163.
... meetings pre - arranged ; Hear now the pretty laugh that tells In what dim corner lurks thy love ; And snatch a bracelet or a glove From wrist or hand that scarce rebels . TO LEUCONÖE . OD . i . 11 . SEEK SORACTE . 163.
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Charles Stuart Calverley. TO LEUCONÖE . OD . i . 11 . SEEK not , for thou shalt not find it , what my end , what thine shall be ; Ask not of Chaldæa's science what God wills , Leuconöe : Better far , what comes , to bear it . Haply many ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. TO LEUCONÖE . OD . i . 11 . SEEK not , for thou shalt not find it , what my end , what thine shall be ; Ask not of Chaldæa's science what God wills , Leuconöe : Better far , what comes , to bear it . Haply many ...
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
Pasajes populares
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...