Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1865 - 201 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 14
... Beauty's daughters , In the sweetest gloves and shawls , Troop to taste the Chattenham waters , And adorn the Chattenham balls . ' Nulla non donanda lauru , ' Is that city you could not , Placing England's map before you , Light on a ...
... Beauty's daughters , In the sweetest gloves and shawls , Troop to taste the Chattenham waters , And adorn the Chattenham balls . ' Nulla non donanda lauru , ' Is that city you could not , Placing England's map before you , Light on a ...
الصفحة 89
... the broad tower of Trinity , From the green gate of Caius : The wily bargeman marks them , And swears to do his worst ; To turn to impotence their strength , And their beauty to my first . But before Corpus gateway " My second first arose ,
... the broad tower of Trinity , From the green gate of Caius : The wily bargeman marks them , And swears to do his worst ; To turn to impotence their strength , And their beauty to my first . But before Corpus gateway " My second first arose ,
الصفحة 97
... shall " come out , " yea bloom , the pride of the parterre ; Ladies shall marvel at its beauty , and a Lord shall pluck it at the last . H Of Propriety . Study first Propriety : for she is PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY 26 288 28.
... shall " come out , " yea bloom , the pride of the parterre ; Ladies shall marvel at its beauty , and a Lord shall pluck it at the last . H Of Propriety . Study first Propriety : for she is PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY 26 288 28.
الصفحة 120
... pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed , And daffodillies fill their cups with tears , Illa tamen bimanus custodit machina portam , Stricta , paratque 120 TRANSLATIONS .
... pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed , And daffodillies fill their cups with tears , Illa tamen bimanus custodit machina portam , Stricta , paratque 120 TRANSLATIONS .
الصفحة 158
... wakes stirred by the kettle- drums . Nothus ' beauty constraining her , Like some kid at his play , holds she her revelry : Thy years stately Luceria's Wools more fitly become - not 158 TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE . To IBYCUS'S WIFE.
... wakes stirred by the kettle- drums . Nothus ' beauty constraining her , Like some kid at his play , holds she her revelry : Thy years stately Luceria's Wools more fitly become - not 158 TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE . To IBYCUS'S WIFE.
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens FRONDES EST UBI gaze Gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt Thro tibi tuam UBI DECIDANT unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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الصفحة 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
الصفحة 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
الصفحة 124 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
الصفحة 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
الصفحة 114 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
الصفحة 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
الصفحة 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.