Otium Didascali: translations into Greek & Latin verseMacmillan, 1898 - Всего страниц: 158 |
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Стр. 46
... lost , decayed by time or withered by a frost . Whoever undertakes a friend's great part should be renewed in nature , pure in heart , prepared for martyrdom and strong to prove a thousand ways the force of genuine love . He may be ...
... lost , decayed by time or withered by a frost . Whoever undertakes a friend's great part should be renewed in nature , pure in heart , prepared for martyrdom and strong to prove a thousand ways the force of genuine love . He may be ...
Стр. 54
... lost battle , borne down by the flying , where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying , Eleu loro , there shall he be lying . Her wing shall the eagle flap o'er the falsehearted ; his warm blood the wolf shall lap ere life be ...
... lost battle , borne down by the flying , where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying , Eleu loro , there shall he be lying . Her wing shall the eagle flap o'er the falsehearted ; his warm blood the wolf shall lap ere life be ...
Стр. 84
... lost : true , they were worthy men , most gallant chiefs ; and ill would it become us to make light • of the great loss we suffer by their fall . But had they guessed , or could they but have dream'd the great examples which they died ...
... lost : true , they were worthy men , most gallant chiefs ; and ill would it become us to make light • of the great loss we suffer by their fall . But had they guessed , or could they but have dream'd the great examples which they died ...
Стр. 98
... lost ; the streets were black with smoke and frost , they chattered trifles at the door : I wander'd from the noisy town , I found a wood with thorny boughs : I took the thorns to bind my brows , I wore them like a civic crown : I met ...
... lost ; the streets were black with smoke and frost , they chattered trifles at the door : I wander'd from the noisy town , I found a wood with thorny boughs : I took the thorns to bind my brows , I wore them like a civic crown : I met ...
Стр. 116
... lost his dog , some morn , at market , in a crowded town- through many streets the poor beast runs in vain , and follows this man after that , for hours ; and , late at evening , spent and panting , falls before a stranger's threshold ...
... lost his dog , some morn , at market , in a crowded town- through many streets the poor beast runs in vain , and follows this man after that , for hours ; and , late at evening , spent and panting , falls before a stranger's threshold ...
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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.