Exercitationes iambicæ; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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الصفحة 51
... sweet to see . EXERCISE VII . Shame indeed is the beginning of crafts , but the end is fear ; And the whole is perplexing to a cunning - man if he - be - not honest . EXERCISE VIII . For I consider it a grief among those most ...
... sweet to see . EXERCISE VII . Shame indeed is the beginning of crafts , but the end is fear ; And the whole is perplexing to a cunning - man if he - be - not honest . EXERCISE VIII . For I consider it a grief among those most ...
الصفحة 84
... Sweet MORN , returns no more ! NOON cometh : but the boy to manhood grown , Heeds not the time - He sees but one sweet form , One fair , young face , from bower of jasmine glowing , And all his loving heart with bliss is warm ! So Noon ...
... Sweet MORN , returns no more ! NOON cometh : but the boy to manhood grown , Heeds not the time - He sees but one sweet form , One fair , young face , from bower of jasmine glowing , And all his loving heart with bliss is warm ! So Noon ...
الصفحة 89
... sweet , and , nevertheless , our hopes 5 It deceives , and having - past - by , if it - be - a - care to - any , let - it - be - a - care . But on the - contrary the present - time lives : the now present time Use ye : the God too ...
... sweet , and , nevertheless , our hopes 5 It deceives , and having - past - by , if it - be - a - care to - any , let - it - be - a - care . But on the - contrary the present - time lives : the now present time Use ye : the God too ...
الصفحة 99
... , And sweet flowers send forth fragrant juices , And winds , shaking lofty foliage of woods , 10 Awake deep voice of oaks . EXERCISE IX . The same , continued . And rivers 7-2 99 O! holy eye of Night, from thee having...
... , And sweet flowers send forth fragrant juices , And winds , shaking lofty foliage of woods , 10 Awake deep voice of oaks . EXERCISE IX . The same , continued . And rivers 7-2 99 O! holy eye of Night, from thee having...
الصفحة 117
... sweet - toned instruments , a pro- longed Note sent forth along the lofty aisles : - " Alas ! alas ! the dreadful day , smiting with terrific might , 5 And full of wrath , shall dissolve everything into dust ! " But if it be allowed me ...
... sweet - toned instruments , a pro- longed Note sent forth along the lofty aisles : - " Alas ! alas ! the dreadful day , smiting with terrific might , 5 And full of wrath , shall dissolve everything into dust ! " But if it be allowed me ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Æsch Agam Ajax antepenult Antig aorist Asch Bacch behold BERNARD DRAKE bright cæsura Cambridge Cheltenham Grammar School Choeph circumflex cloth Conf Crasis Crown 8vo dative dead declension Edition enclitic English Notes Esch Eurip EXERCISE VIII eyes F. D. MAURICE Fellow of St flowers Frag genitive Gram grave Greek grief hand hath heart heaven Hipp Iambic immortal Introd Jelf's Gr John's College last syllable light LINE EXERCISE M.A. Fellow mortals mourn night paraphrased Passage penult Pers Phil Phoen plural Prodelision rejoice Samson Agonistes Schools short song Soph soul stream Supp sweet thee thou tomb Trach Troad verbs verse vowel winds word ἀλλ ἂν γὰρ δὲ εἰ ἐκ ἐν ἐξ ἐς ἦν καὶ κακῶν μὲν μὴ μοι οὐ οὐκ πρὸς τὰ τε τὴν τί τὸ τοῖς τὸν τοῦ ὡς
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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.