Exercitationes iambicæ; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
accent acute Æsch Agam Ajax appears Author Bacch bear beauty behold beneath breath bright Cambridge cloth College comes Conf continued contracted Crasis Crown 8vo dark dead death deep dread dreams earth Edition English Esch Eurip EXERCISE eyes fair father fear Fellow flowers Gram grave Greek grief hand hath head hear heart heaven immortal Introd Jelf's Gr land last syllable leave light LINE live look mind mortals mourn nature never night Notes once original paraphrased pass Passage Pers Phil plural preceding present remains rule Schools short Sing song Soph soul sound spirit stand stream Supp sweet syllable tears Text thee things thou thought tomb Trach Translation turn verse voice vowel winds γαρ δε ΕΙ εν και μεν ου προς τε
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 98 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
الصفحة 110 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
الصفحة 140 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
الصفحة 142 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
الصفحة 216 - 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 140 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
الصفحة 106 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
الصفحة 88 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
الصفحة 100 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
الصفحة 164 - The Slave's Dream BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.