Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseDeighton, Bell, 1873 - Всего страниц: 238 |
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... - loud , soft , and all is said : Give it to me to use ! I mix it with two in my thought And , there ! Ye have heard and seen : consider and bow the head ! πᾶν τόδ ̓ αὐλῶν τ ̓ ἔργον , ἐμᾶς κελαδησάντων κατ ̓ εὐχωλὰν 8 TRANSLATIONS .
... - loud , soft , and all is said : Give it to me to use ! I mix it with two in my thought And , there ! Ye have heard and seen : consider and bow the head ! πᾶν τόδ ̓ αὐλῶν τ ̓ ἔργον , ἐμᾶς κελαδησάντων κατ ̓ εὐχωλὰν 8 TRANSLATIONS .
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... Give me the keys . I feel for the common chord again , Sliding by semitones , till I sink to the minor , —yes , And I blunt it into a ninth , and I stand on alien ground , Surveying awhile the heights I rolled from into the deep ; Which ...
... Give me the keys . I feel for the common chord again , Sliding by semitones , till I sink to the minor , —yes , And I blunt it into a ninth , and I stand on alien ground , Surveying awhile the heights I rolled from into the deep ; Which ...
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... Give me immortality . " Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile , Like wealthy men who care not how they give . But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills , And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me , And though they could ...
... Give me immortality . " Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile , Like wealthy men who care not how they give . But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills , And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me , And though they could ...
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... O boatman , thrice thy fee- Take , I give it willingly ; For , invisible to thee , Spirits twain have crossed with me . LONGFELLOW . alterius tacitos exhausit vita labores , exhaustum tacita morte reliquit 68 TRANSLATIONS .
... O boatman , thrice thy fee- Take , I give it willingly ; For , invisible to thee , Spirits twain have crossed with me . LONGFELLOW . alterius tacitos exhausit vita labores , exhaustum tacita morte reliquit 68 TRANSLATIONS .
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... give ye thanks . From the stony Mænalus Bring your flocks and live with us : Here ye shall have greater grace To serve the lady of this place ; Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her : Such a rural ...
... give ye thanks . From the stony Mænalus Bring your flocks and live with us : Here ye shall have greater grace To serve the lady of this place ; Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her : Such a rural ...
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Translations Into Greek And Latin Verse (Classic Reprint) Richard Claverhouse Jebb Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
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Стр. 228 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Стр. 124 - And like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow...
Стр. 200 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Стр. 12 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Стр. 220 - And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Стр. 212 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy.
Стр. 194 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Стр. 184 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Стр. 190 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Стр. 224 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...