A Translation of Jacob's Greek Reader: (adapted to All the Editions Printed in America,)W.E. Dean, 1842 - 328 من الصفحات |
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Achilles Adonis afterwards Alcibiades Anacreon ancient Andromache animal Antipater aorist Apollo appear Aristides asked Athenians Athens Attica barbarians battle beautiful behold birds body Boeotia called celebrated classical crocottas daughter death Demosthenes Diogenes dost earth elephant enemies English epithet Eurybiades father feet fire friends glory gods golden Greece Greek hand head heaven Hector Hercules Hesiod Homer honor illustrious imitated inhabitants Jove Jupiter king Lacedemonians lament language learned lines live loco manner meaning Minerva modern mountains o'er orator passage Pausanias Peleus Pelias Pericles Persian Philip Phocion Plutarch poet Priam remarks rendered river rocks sacred sail says ships sing Sophocles soul Spartan stone Strabo student supra temple Thebes thee Themistocles Theocritus Thessaly things thou translation Trojans used-to-say whence wishing words writers Xerxes young δὲ καὶ τε
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الصفحة 155 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, • And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
الصفحة 87 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd.
الصفحة 283 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
الصفحة 48 - How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue : The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
الصفحة 80 - The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow, Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, With envy of my sweet pipings.
الصفحة 213 - ... compounding all the materials of fury, havoc, and desolation into one black cloud, he hung for a while on the declivities of the mountains. Whilst the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on this menacing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic.
الصفحة 241 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
الصفحة 139 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
الصفحة 2 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! LXXXVII.
الصفحة 172 - The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lord, Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame The Battle-field, where Persia's victim horde First bow'd beneath the brunt of Hellas...