Verses and translations, by C.S.C. |
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الصفحة 39
... thou art to me ! But ever dwells the soft voice in my ear , Whispering of what Time is , what Man might be , Would he but " do the duty that lies near , " And cut clubs , cards , champagne , balls , billiard- rooms , and beer . DIRGE ...
... thou art to me ! But ever dwells the soft voice in my ear , Whispering of what Time is , what Man might be , Would he but " do the duty that lies near , " And cut clubs , cards , champagne , balls , billiard- rooms , and beer . DIRGE ...
الصفحة 51
... Now unto mine inn must I , Your ' poor moralist , ' * betake me , In my solitary fly . ' " Poor moralist , and what art thou ? A solitary fly . " GRAY . BEER . IN those old days which poets say were " HIC VIR , HIC EST . " 51.
... Now unto mine inn must I , Your ' poor moralist , ' * betake me , In my solitary fly . ' " Poor moralist , and what art thou ? A solitary fly . " GRAY . BEER . IN those old days which poets say were " HIC VIR , HIC EST . " 51.
الصفحة 58
... Thou bringest beef and beer , Thou bringest good things more than tongue may tell : Seared is ( of course ) my heart - but unsubdued Is , and shall be , my appetite for food . I go . Untaught and feeble is my pen : But on one statement ...
... Thou bringest beef and beer , Thou bringest good things more than tongue may tell : Seared is ( of course ) my heart - but unsubdued Is , and shall be , my appetite for food . I go . Untaught and feeble is my pen : But on one statement ...
الصفحة 59
... , and then What Mr. Swiveller called a " modest quencher " ; That home - returning , I may ' soothly say , ' " Fate cannot touch me : I have dined to - day . " ODE TO TOBACCO . THOU who , when fears attack BEER . 59.
... , and then What Mr. Swiveller called a " modest quencher " ; That home - returning , I may ' soothly say , ' " Fate cannot touch me : I have dined to - day . " ODE TO TOBACCO . THOU who , when fears attack BEER . 59.
الصفحة 60
Charles Stuart Calverley. ODE TO TOBACCO . THOU who , when fears attack , Bid'st them avaunt , and Black Care , at the horseman's back Perching , unseatest ; Sweet when the morn is gray ; Sweet , when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. ODE TO TOBACCO . THOU who , when fears attack , Bid'st them avaunt , and Black Care , at the horseman's back Perching , unseatest ; Sweet when the morn is gray ; Sweet , when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at ...
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Apollo Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens gaze Gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter lawns light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt Thro tibi tuam unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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الصفحة 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
الصفحة 108 - 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 124 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
الصفحة 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
الصفحة 114 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
الصفحة 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
الصفحة 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.