Verses and translations, by C.S.C. |
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الصفحة 8
... heard of Mrs. Grundy ; All the theology we knew Was that we mighn't play on Sunday ; And all the general truths , that cakes Were to be bought at four a penny , And that excruciating aches Resulted if we ate too many : And seeing ...
... heard of Mrs. Grundy ; All the theology we knew Was that we mighn't play on Sunday ; And all the general truths , that cakes Were to be bought at four a penny , And that excruciating aches Resulted if we ate too many : And seeing ...
الصفحة 10
... heard tell of ; ) My passion was a byword through The town she was , of course , the belle of : Oh sweet - as to the toilworn man The far - off sound of rippling river ; As to cadets in Hindostan The fleeting remnant of their liver- To ...
... heard tell of ; ) My passion was a byword through The town she was , of course , the belle of : Oh sweet - as to the toilworn man The far - off sound of rippling river ; As to cadets in Hindostan The fleeting remnant of their liver- To ...
الصفحة 42
... heard last New Year's Day , - ( They recked not of Hereafter , Or what the Doctor ' d say , ) — For those small forms that fluttered Moth - like around the plate , When Sally brought the buttered Buns in at half - past eight ! Ah for ...
... heard last New Year's Day , - ( They recked not of Hereafter , Or what the Doctor ' d say , ) — For those small forms that fluttered Moth - like around the plate , When Sally brought the buttered Buns in at half - past eight ! Ah for ...
الصفحة 57
... heard that then The Prima Donna , smiling herself out , Recruits her flagging powers with bottled stout . But what is coffee , but a noxious berry , Born to keep used - up Londoners awake ? What is Falernian , what is Port or Sherry ...
... heard that then The Prima Donna , smiling herself out , Recruits her flagging powers with bottled stout . But what is coffee , but a noxious berry , Born to keep used - up Londoners awake ? What is Falernian , what is Port or Sherry ...
الصفحة 72
... Heard the trumpet - echoes rolling Thro ' the phantom - peopled sky , And the still voice bid this mortal Put on immortality . * * * Thence we turned , what time the blackbird Pipes to vespers from his perch , And from out the ...
... Heard the trumpet - echoes rolling Thro ' the phantom - peopled sky , And the still voice bid this mortal Put on immortality . * * * Thence we turned , what time the blackbird Pipes to vespers from his perch , And from out the ...
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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.