Neohellenica: An Introduction to Modern Greek in the Form of Dialogue Containing Specimens of the Language from the Third Century B.C. to the Present Day; to which is Added an Appendix Giving Examples of the Cypriot Dialect, الأعداد 1-5

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Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 470 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 419 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee...
الصفحة 66 - And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
الصفحة 66 - And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
الصفحة 118 - E, fior gittando di sopra e d'intorno, Manibus o date lilla plenis. Io vidi già nel cominciar del giorno La parte orientai tutta rosata, E l'altro ciel di bel sereno adorno, E la faccia del Sol nascere ombrata, Sì che per temperanza di vapori L'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata...
الصفحة 67 - And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap- for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is...
الصفحة 422 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
الصفحة 68 - And another angel came out from, the altar, which had power over fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.
الصفحة 422 - THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.
الصفحة 111 - Come un poco di raggio si fu messo Nel doloroso carcere, ed io scorsi Per quattro visi il mio aspetto stesso ; Ambo le mani per dolor mi morsi. E quei, pensando ch...
الصفحة 68 - And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God. And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.

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