Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1862 - 203 páginas |
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... She was a blushing gushing thing ; All - more than all - my fancy painted ; Once - when she helped me to a wing Of goose - I thought I should have fainted . The people said that she was blue : But I GEMINI AND VIRGO .
... She was a blushing gushing thing ; All - more than all - my fancy painted ; Once - when she helped me to a wing Of goose - I thought I should have fainted . The people said that she was blue : But I GEMINI AND VIRGO .
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... - To me was ANNA ; dear as gold That fills the miser's sunless coffers ; As to the spinster , growing old , The thought - the dream - that she had offers . I'd sent her little gifts of fruit ; I'd written 10 GEMINI AND VIRGO .
... - To me was ANNA ; dear as gold That fills the miser's sunless coffers ; As to the spinster , growing old , The thought - the dream - that she had offers . I'd sent her little gifts of fruit ; I'd written 10 GEMINI AND VIRGO .
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... thoughts to you again . May my dreams be granted never ? Must I aye endure affliction Rarely realised , if ever , In our wildest works of fiction ? Madly Romeo loved his Juliet ; Copperfield began to pine When he hadn't been to school ...
... thoughts to you again . May my dreams be granted never ? Must I aye endure affliction Rarely realised , if ever , In our wildest works of fiction ? Madly Romeo loved his Juliet ; Copperfield began to pine When he hadn't been to school ...
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... thought we'd be going ' : V is the Voice which his niece replied ' No ' in : W is the Waiter , who sat up till eight : X is his Exit , not rigidly straight : Y is a Yawning fit caused by the Ball : Z stands for Zero , or nothing at all ...
... thought we'd be going ' : V is the Voice which his niece replied ' No ' in : W is the Waiter , who sat up till eight : X is his Exit , not rigidly straight : Y is a Yawning fit caused by the Ball : Z stands for Zero , or nothing at all ...
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... thought of " swipes ! " Ale , -occasionally claret , - Graced my luncheon then : -and now I drink porter in a garret , To be paid for heaven knows how . When the evening shades are deepened , And I doff my hat and gloves , No sweet bird ...
... thought of " swipes ! " Ale , -occasionally claret , - Graced my luncheon then : -and now I drink porter in a garret , To be paid for heaven knows how . When the evening shades are deepened , And I doff my hat and gloves , No sweet bird ...
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...