Otium Didascali: translations into Greek & Latin verseMacmillan, 1898 - Всего страниц: 158 |
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... mihi quidem non ita malest sed nimis premor ieiunio . S. quin intestinum membra mihi bellum gerunt inter se cuncta . H. mea quoque hic vexat furor . sane videntur posse non placarier , nisi a coquo , si tanquam rixanti vigil opponit ...
... mihi quidem non ita malest sed nimis premor ieiunio . S. quin intestinum membra mihi bellum gerunt inter se cuncta . H. mea quoque hic vexat furor . sane videntur posse non placarier , nisi a coquo , si tanquam rixanti vigil opponit ...
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... cantu nocturno concitat : annus sic trahit orbe vices : mihi sed non ulla diei sors trahitur : non nox , non grato Lucifer ortu , non aestate rosae , non gemmae vere tumentes , or flocks , or herds , or human face divine Otium Didascali 31.
... cantu nocturno concitat : annus sic trahit orbe vices : mihi sed non ulla diei sors trahitur : non nox , non grato Lucifer ortu , non aestate rosae , non gemmae vere tumentes , or flocks , or herds , or human face divine Otium Didascali 31.
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... mihi non , ceu pagina libri , iam natura patet : vacat omni daedala signo charta , neque obscuros promit Natura labores ; hac porta depulsa refert sapientia gressus . ergo illustra animum , lux o divina , neque intro cessa ferre iubar ...
... mihi non , ceu pagina libri , iam natura patet : vacat omni daedala signo charta , neque obscuros promit Natura labores ; hac porta depulsa refert sapientia gressus . ergo illustra animum , lux o divina , neque intro cessa ferre iubar ...
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... mihi quondam vestigia , -sed nunc alma tuere viam . splendor erat cordi ; fastu ducebar ; omittas acta referre memor . o lapsis utinam numen quod praefuit annis nunc mihi monstret iter , per iuga , per silvas , per inhospita tesca , per ...
... mihi quondam vestigia , -sed nunc alma tuere viam . splendor erat cordi ; fastu ducebar ; omittas acta referre memor . o lapsis utinam numen quod praefuit annis nunc mihi monstret iter , per iuga , per silvas , per inhospita tesca , per ...
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... mihi vita foret tanti ; quin degere mallem plurima qua Numidum desertos simia saltus perpetuo complet strepitu , quam cuncta negantum spernentumque hominum me consociare catervae . XLV . Prospice . Fear death ? -to feel the Otium ...
... mihi vita foret tanti ; quin degere mallem plurima qua Numidum desertos simia saltus perpetuo complet strepitu , quam cuncta negantum spernentumque hominum me consociare catervae . XLV . Prospice . Fear death ? -to feel the Otium ...
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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.