Nova anthologia Oxoniensis: translations into Greek and Latin verseRobinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley Clarendon Press, 1899 - 279 páginas |
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... but come ; for all the vale Awaits thee : azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee : and children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound : I Ἔρχεό μοι τρίλλιστε κατ ̓ ὤρεος , ἔρχεο , κώρα 2 ANTHOLOGIA.
... but come ; for all the vale Awaits thee : azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee : and children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound : I Ἔρχεό μοι τρίλλιστε κατ ̓ ὤρεος , ἔρχεο , κώρα 2 ANTHOLOGIA.
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... ἴσον κατατάκεο · καὶ γὰρ ἅπαν τοι ἐκ πεδίον τ ̓ ἐγέλασσε καὶ ἀμφί τοι ὤρορε καπνοῦ κυάνε ̓ ἐκ μελάθρων στηρίγματα τέκνα τε φωνεῖ , καί τοι ἐγὼν συρίσδω ὁ βώκολος ἁδέα τ ̓ ἀχεῖ Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet ; 1 * OXONIENSIS 3.
... ἴσον κατατάκεο · καὶ γὰρ ἅπαν τοι ἐκ πεδίον τ ̓ ἐγέλασσε καὶ ἀμφί τοι ὤρορε καπνοῦ κυάνε ̓ ἐκ μελάθρων στηρίγματα τέκνα τε φωνεῖ , καί τοι ἐγὼν συρίσδω ὁ βώκολος ἁδέα τ ̓ ἀχεῖ Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet ; 1 * OXONIENSIS 3.
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... sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . TENNYSON . II K. Hen . Who hath sent thee now ? Mont . The Constable of France . K. Hen . I pray thee ...
... sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . TENNYSON . II K. Hen . Who hath sent thee now ? Mont . The Constable of France . K. Hen . I pray thee ...
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... sweet love atoned . He led me trembling to the ship , He seemed at last to love me then ; He soothed , he clasped me lip to lip : How strange , to wed the king of men ! I linger , orphan , widow , slave ; I lived when sire and brethren ...
... sweet love atoned . He led me trembling to the ship , He seemed at last to love me then ; He soothed , he clasped me lip to lip : How strange , to wed the king of men ! I linger , orphan , widow , slave ; I lived when sire and brethren ...
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... sweet melody ; Whose house is some lone bark , whose toil the sea , Whose prey the wandering fish , an evil lot Has chosen . But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the plane , where the brook's murmuring Moves the calm spirit but ...
... sweet melody ; Whose house is some lone bark , whose toil the sea , Whose prey the wandering fish , an evil lot Has chosen . But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the plane , where the brook's murmuring Moves the calm spirit but ...
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Página 62 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 70 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 6 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Página 138 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, \ At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 120 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 68 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What 's yet in this, That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Página 56 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 20 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 132 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Página 202 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.