Otium Didascali: translations into Greek & Latin verseMacmillan, 1898 - Всего страниц: 158 |
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... hear it.- Come , ho , and wake Diana with a hymn ; with sweetest touches pierce your mistress ' ear , and draw her home with music . JESSICA . I am never merry , when I hear sweet music . 1 VI . ἐναρμόνιόν φασι γίνεσθαι τὴν φώνην ...
... hear it.- Come , ho , and wake Diana with a hymn ; with sweetest touches pierce your mistress ' ear , and draw her home with music . JESSICA . I am never merry , when I hear sweet music . 1 VI . ἐναρμόνιόν φασι γίνεσθαι τὴν φώνην ...
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... hear thine own lines read , by no one tongue there censuréd . That man's unwise will search for ill and may prevent it sitting still . X. Flumina amem silvasque inglorius . Quo demens properas abire HERRICK . 22 Otium Didascali X. ...
... hear thine own lines read , by no one tongue there censuréd . That man's unwise will search for ill and may prevent it sitting still . X. Flumina amem silvasque inglorius . Quo demens properas abire HERRICK . 22 Otium Didascali X. ...
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... hears the peasant's prayer nor heeds the monarch's call ! Yet sternly just - where guilty care doth rack the conscious breast , thou shed'st no genial influence there , thou giv'st no placid rest . Freely thou roam'st o'er hill and vale ...
... hears the peasant's prayer nor heeds the monarch's call ! Yet sternly just - where guilty care doth rack the conscious breast , thou shed'st no genial influence there , thou giv'st no placid rest . Freely thou roam'st o'er hill and vale ...
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... hear from me of good or evil ; the secret were too mighty for your souls : then let it sleep in mine , unless you court a danger which would double that you escape . Such my defence would be , had I full scope to make it famous ; for ...
... hear from me of good or evil ; the secret were too mighty for your souls : then let it sleep in mine , unless you court a danger which would double that you escape . Such my defence would be , had I full scope to make it famous ; for ...
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... hear his passionate notes , and virgins , as unknown he passed , have pined and wasted for fond love of his wild eyes : the fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , and Silence , too enamoured of that voice , locks its mute music in ...
... hear his passionate notes , and virgins , as unknown he passed , have pined and wasted for fond love of his wild eyes : the fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , and Silence , too enamoured of that voice , locks its mute music in ...
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Стр. 108 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Стр. 32 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Стр. 38 - Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us ( since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot, Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Стр. 30 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Стр. 92 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Стр. 60 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, • Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Стр. 54 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle, With groans of the dying.
Стр. 62 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Стр. 78 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Стр. 88 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.