Verses and translations, by C.S.C. |
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... brought raisin wine , and said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! ” And evermore , when winter comes in his garb of snows , And the returning schoolboy is told how fast he grows ; Shall I - with that soft hand in mine - enact ideal ...
... brought raisin wine , and said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! ” And evermore , when winter comes in his garb of snows , And the returning schoolboy is told how fast he grows ; Shall I - with that soft hand in mine - enact ideal ...
الصفحة 28
... brought spring : Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb Drew from its pie - y lair the solitary plum . And to my gaze the phantoms of the Past , The cherished fictions of my boyhood , rise : I see Red Ridinghood observe , aghast ...
... brought spring : Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb Drew from its pie - y lair the solitary plum . And to my gaze the phantoms of the Past , The cherished fictions of my boyhood , rise : I see Red Ridinghood observe , aghast ...
الصفحة 42
... Brought seed - cake for her spaniel , And kept her bird in groundsel : We've murmured , " How delightful A landscape , seen by night , is , " - And woke next day in frightful Pain from acute bronchitis . * * * * But ah ! for them ...
... Brought seed - cake for her spaniel , And kept her bird in groundsel : We've murmured , " How delightful A landscape , seen by night , is , " - And woke next day in frightful Pain from acute bronchitis . * * * * But ah ! for them ...
الصفحة 90
... brought a hobnailed herd From Barnwell , where he kept a van , Being indeed a dogsmeat man , Vendor of terriers , blue or tan , And dealer in my third . ' Twere long to tell how Boxer Was ' countered ' on the cheek , And knocked into ...
... brought a hobnailed herd From Barnwell , where he kept a van , Being indeed a dogsmeat man , Vendor of terriers , blue or tan , And dealer in my third . ' Twere long to tell how Boxer Was ' countered ' on the cheek , And knocked into ...
الصفحة 188
... brought thousand woes on Achaia . Many a stalwart soul did it hurl untimely to Hades , Souls of the heroes of old : and their bones lay strown on the sea - sands , Prey to the vulture and dog . Yet was Zeus ful- filling a purpose ...
... brought thousand woes on Achaia . Many a stalwart soul did it hurl untimely to Hades , Souls of the heroes of old : and their bones lay strown on the sea - sands , Prey to the vulture and dog . Yet was Zeus ful- filling a purpose ...
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Apollo Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens gaze Gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter lawns 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 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.