Otium Didascali: translations into Greek & Latin verseMacmillan, 1898 - Всего страниц: 158 |
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... Look , how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; there's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st but in his motion like an angel sings , still quiring to the young - ey'd cherubims : such harmony is in ...
... Look , how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; there's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st but in his motion like an angel sings , still quiring to the young - ey'd cherubims : such harmony is in ...
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... lift up meat and cram my chops with it ? ' S. Then my hand hath a fling at mine eyes , because they look not out , and shark for victuals . IX . Cena hac annona est sine sacris hereditas . P. MASSINGER . 20 Otium Didascali IX. ...
... lift up meat and cram my chops with it ? ' S. Then my hand hath a fling at mine eyes , because they look not out , and shark for victuals . IX . Cena hac annona est sine sacris hereditas . P. MASSINGER . 20 Otium Didascali IX. ...
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... look ; and the Carpathian wizard's hook ; by scaly Triton's winding shell , and old soothsaying Glaucus ' spell ; by Leucothea's lovely hands , and her son that rules the strands ; by Thetis ' tinsel - slippered feet , and the songs of ...
... look ; and the Carpathian wizard's hook ; by scaly Triton's winding shell , and old soothsaying Glaucus ' spell ; by Leucothea's lovely hands , and her son that rules the strands ; by Thetis ' tinsel - slippered feet , and the songs of ...
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... 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 flowers promiscuous shoot ; or garden , tempting with forbidden fruit . together let us beat this ...
... 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 flowers promiscuous shoot ; or garden , tempting with forbidden fruit . together let us beat this ...
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... looks , that brighten at the blaze ; and haply too some pilgrim thither led with many a tale repays the nightly bed . XVIII . Proles Sabellis docta ligonibus versare glebas . Non GOLDSMITH . 42 Otium Didascali XVIII. ...
... looks , that brighten at the blaze ; and haply too some pilgrim thither led with many a tale repays the nightly bed . XVIII . Proles Sabellis docta ligonibus versare glebas . Non GOLDSMITH . 42 Otium Didascali XVIII. ...
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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.