Palæstra musarum; or, Materials for translation into Greek verse, selected by B.H. Kennedy |
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Sida 4
... Flowers , wherefore do ye bloom ? We strew thy pathway to the tomb . Stars , wherefore do ye rise ? To light thy spirit to the skies . 27. What's beauty ? Call you that your own , A flow'r that fades as soon as blown ? What's man in all ...
... Flowers , wherefore do ye bloom ? We strew thy pathway to the tomb . Stars , wherefore do ye rise ? To light thy spirit to the skies . 27. What's beauty ? Call you that your own , A flow'r that fades as soon as blown ? What's man in all ...
Sida 17
... flowers , As in the shining grass she sat conceal'd , Sing to herself . 120 . Alas ! what are we kings ? Why do you , Gods , place us above the rest , To be serv'd , flatter'd , and ador'd , till we Believe we hold within our hands your ...
... flowers , As in the shining grass she sat conceal'd , Sing to herself . 120 . Alas ! what are we kings ? Why do you , Gods , place us above the rest , To be serv'd , flatter'd , and ador'd , till we Believe we hold within our hands your ...
Sida 26
... flowers , when hills do melt with lightning and Rough anger of the clouds . Thou spear , which at my call Didst never fail me yet , the hour is come : Thee once great Actor held , now Turnus wields : O grant that I this girlish Phrygian ...
... flowers , when hills do melt with lightning and Rough anger of the clouds . Thou spear , which at my call Didst never fail me yet , the hour is come : Thee once great Actor held , now Turnus wields : O grant that I this girlish Phrygian ...
Sida 36
... flower , which yonder fierce Thessalian hand Is plucking , on what altar art thou laid ? Why blaze so the Sigean shores , the torch Unkindled yet ? those rocks of Tenedos , Why throw they back again that trailing light ? Fly , let us ...
... flower , which yonder fierce Thessalian hand Is plucking , on what altar art thou laid ? Why blaze so the Sigean shores , the torch Unkindled yet ? those rocks of Tenedos , Why throw they back again that trailing light ? Fly , let us ...
Sida 57
... visit thee ; And thou art flowing on , and fresh'ning still The green moss , and the flowers that bend to thee Modestly ; with a soft , unboastful murmur , Rejoicing at the blessings that thou bearest . Pure , D 5 INTO GREEK VERSE . 57.
... visit thee ; And thou art flowing on , and fresh'ning still The green moss , and the flowers that bend to thee Modestly ; with a soft , unboastful murmur , Rejoicing at the blessings that thou bearest . Pure , D 5 INTO GREEK VERSE . 57.
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Palæstra musarum; or, Materials for translation into Greek verse, selected ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1856 |
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arm'd arms art thou Bacchus behold beneath BENJAMIN HALL KENNEDY blood breast breath bright brow Cacus Cæsar call'd child clouds Clytemnestra crown cruel Cybele dark dead death deeds deep delight dost doth dread Dryops earth eyes fair fate father fear fire flowers fortune French passages friends give gods gold grace grave Greek grief grove hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hither honour hope Ilion Jove king lady leave light live lived twice look lord Mark Antony Metre mighty mihi mortal mother ne'er never night noble nymph o'er once PALESTRA pity poor Priam rage round shine shore sire sleep Sophocles sorrow soul spirit stars sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself Trochaic Tyrian purple unto virtue waves weep wild wind wings would'st wound wretched youth
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Sida 193 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Sida 152 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Sida 231 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Sida 330 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sida 162 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Sida 157 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats...
Sida 313 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant...
Sida 207 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare ', good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Sida 91 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Sida 224 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard : no man cried, God save him...