Translations Into English and LatinDeighton, 1866 - 279 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... gave His child , nor took her price for this , I ween , The Smiter deals us , and shall deal us , woe . And heavy still shall be his wasting hand , Till to her father dear the bright - eyed maid Be giv'n , unbought , unransomed ; and we ...
... gave His child , nor took her price for this , I ween , The Smiter deals us , and shall deal us , woe . And heavy still shall be his wasting hand , Till to her father dear the bright - eyed maid Be giv'n , unbought , unransomed ; and we ...
الصفحة 11
... gave thy strength . Go with thy ships and with thy followers home , Rule Myrmidons . I care not aught for thee 205 Nor for thy wrath . And I will tell thee this . Chryseis Phoebus takes from me : and her I'll send , with my ships and my ...
... gave thy strength . Go with thy ships and with thy followers home , Rule Myrmidons . I care not aught for thee 205 Nor for thy wrath . And I will tell thee this . Chryseis Phoebus takes from me : and her I'll send , with my ships and my ...
الصفحة 17
... gave . But of all else that's mine , Treasured in my dark war - ship , not a thing Without my licence shalt thou take or touch . 330 Doubts't thou ? Then try , that all this host may see . Thy blood that instant spouts around my spear ...
... gave . But of all else that's mine , Treasured in my dark war - ship , not a thing Without my licence shalt thou take or touch . 330 Doubts't thou ? Then try , that all this host may see . Thy blood that instant spouts around my spear ...
الصفحة 20
... gave her to their hand . And straightway they Made for the Achaian ships ; and with them fared 381 The damsel all unwilling . But the chief Wept ; and from all his fellows gat apart , And by the gray seas sate him down , and gazed Far o ...
... gave her to their hand . And straightway they Made for the Achaian ships ; and with them fared 381 The damsel all unwilling . But the chief Wept ; and from all his fellows gat apart , And by the gray seas sate him down , and gazed Far o ...
الصفحة 23
... Gave to my hand - the heralds from my tent Have but this instant taken , and are gone.— Now stand by thy brave son , if stand thou mayest . Hie thee to heaven ; pray Zeus - if ever word Or deed of thine made glad the soul of Zeus ...
... Gave to my hand - the heralds from my tent Have but this instant taken , and are gone.— Now stand by thy brave son , if stand thou mayest . Hie thee to heaven ; pray Zeus - if ever word Or deed of thine made glad the soul of Zeus ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quæ quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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الصفحة 186 - 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 210 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 194 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake:— "How well could I have spared for thee, young Swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
الصفحة 256 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay,...
الصفحة 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
الصفحة 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
الصفحة 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 238 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
الصفحة 198 - Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are...
الصفحة 222 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.