The Elegies of Sextus Propertius, tr. into Engl. verse, with life of the poet and illustr. notes by J. Cranstoun |
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Strana 4
... flames , and bear the rack , If I may freely speak my boundless rage . Bear me to earth's lone verge , or far convey Beyond the waste illimitable sea , Where woman ne'er may track my weary way , To wound my soul and mock my misery ...
... flames , and bear the rack , If I may freely speak my boundless rage . Bear me to earth's lone verge , or far convey Beyond the waste illimitable sea , Where woman ne'er may track my weary way , To wound my soul and mock my misery ...
Strana 20
... flame , To lure my Cynthia from her poet's strain ? On Lucrine's bosom rather drift and dream , And the light skiff with tiny paddles guide , Or bathe alone in Teuthras ' limpid stream , And cleave with pliant arms the yielding tide ...
... flame , To lure my Cynthia from her poet's strain ? On Lucrine's bosom rather drift and dream , And the light skiff with tiny paddles guide , Or bathe alone in Teuthras ' limpid stream , And cleave with pliant arms the yielding tide ...
Strana 24
... flame . She'll let you not your past disdain renew , Or wander more : your love will keep you true . Nor strange for next to Jove's fair Leda she , And Leda's daughters ; lovelier than the three : In charms Inachian heroines above , Her ...
... flame . She'll let you not your past disdain renew , Or wander more : your love will keep you true . Nor strange for next to Jove's fair Leda she , And Leda's daughters ; lovelier than the three : In charms Inachian heroines above , Her ...
Strana 33
... flame of mine thy bosom fret ? Turn , fickle one , for ne'er has other maid Her fairy foot upon my threshold set . Although from thee has sprung this anguish dire , Yet will my fury prove not so severe As justly to bring down thy ...
... flame of mine thy bosom fret ? Turn , fickle one , for ne'er has other maid Her fairy foot upon my threshold set . Although from thee has sprung this anguish dire , Yet will my fury prove not so severe As justly to bring down thy ...
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... flames a - blaze ; Patroclus stretched upon the barren sand , His hair with gore , his corse begrimed with sand : All this for fair Briseïs ' sake he bore , Such poignant grief his widowed bosom tore . But after Retribution , long ...
... flames a - blaze ; Patroclus stretched upon the barren sand , His hair with gore , his corse begrimed with sand : All this for fair Briseïs ' sake he bore , Such poignant grief his widowed bosom tore . But after Retribution , long ...
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Strana 217 - Back comes the Chief in triumph. Who, in the hour of fight, Hath seen the Great Twin Brethren In harness on his right. Safe comes the ship to haven, Through billows and through gales, If once the Great Twin Brethren Sit shining on the sails.
Strana 235 - Achaei ? jam pridem Syrus in Tiberim defluxit Orontes, et linguam et mores et cum tibicine chordas obliquas nee non gentilia tympana secum vexit et ad circum jussas prostare puellas...
Strana i - LL.D., Author of a Translation of ' Catullus.' Crown 8vo, 6s. 6d. The Elegies of Sextus Propertius. Translated into English Verse, with Life of the Poet, and Illustrative Notes. Crown 8vo, 7s.
Strana 223 - Accepit vocem lacrimis Lavinia matris Flagrantis perfusa genas, cui plurimus ignem 65 Subjecit rubor, et calefacta per ora cucurrit. Indum sanguineo veluti violaverit ostro Si quis ebur, aut mixta rubent ubi lilia multa Alba rosa : talis virgo dabat ore colores.
Strana 247 - Ergo cum silices, cum dens patientis aratri Depereant aevo, carmina morte carent. Cedant carminibus reges regumque triumphi, Cedat et auriferi ripa benigna Tagi.
Strana 216 - Orphea detinuisse feras et concita dicunt flumina Threicia sustinuisse lyra; saxa Cithaeronis Thebas agitata per artem sponte sua in muri membra coisse ferunt...
Strana 62 - As when we cannot reach the head of statues all too high, We lay a chaplet at the feet, so now perforce do I, Unfit to climb the giddy heights of Epic song divine, In humble adoration lay poor incense on thy shrine ; For not -as yet my Muse hath known the wells of Ascra's grove : Permessus' gentle wave alone hath laved the limbs of Love.
Strana 3 - Why deck thyself with gems and costly dress ? Why mar with trinkets Nature's form divine, And not allow thy beauties forth to shine In all their own, their matchless loveliness ? To thee such aids can add no charms — ah, no ! True love will aye disdain the artist's care. See ! the fair fields a thousand colours wear, And ivy-sprays far best spontaneous grow. Fairer in lonely grots green arbutes rise, Fairer the streamlet wends its wandering way, Lovelier bright pebbles gem their native bay, Sweetlier...
Strana 41 - I'll fill a portly volume with the Coan garment's praise ; Or if her truant tresses wreathe her forehead with caresses, The tresses of her queenly brow demand her poet's lays. Or if, perchance, she strike the speaking lyre with ivory fingers, I marvel how those nimble fingers run the chords along ; Or if above her slumber-drooping eyes a shadow lingers, My tranced mind is sure to find a thousand themes of song. Or if for love's delightful strife repose awhile be broken, Oh, I could write an Iliad...