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 xxi
... shame and bitter anguish , and a loathing in which , however , vestiges of the olden love still linger , and ... shameful neglect — and even alleges that she has been poisoned by her trusted slave Lygdamus and an accom- plice . But since ...
... shame and bitter anguish , and a loathing in which , however , vestiges of the olden love still linger , and ... shameful neglect — and even alleges that she has been poisoned by her trusted slave Lygdamus and an accom- plice . But since ...
Strana 3
... shame my aimless life For one whole year this madness fills my breast , And Heaven against me wages endless strife . O Tullus ! every toil Milanion faced , Till Atalanta's heart was fain to yield ; A - craze with love Parthenian caves ...
... shame my aimless life For one whole year this madness fills my breast , And Heaven against me wages endless strife . O Tullus ! every toil Milanion faced , Till Atalanta's heart was fain to yield ; A - craze with love Parthenian caves ...
Strana 48
... shame ! Scarcely for one brief month thy soul can rest , And now another love - book brands thy name . I sought if fishes on dry sands might dwell , And savage boars frequent the unwonted sea ; If close and earnest toil might love ...
... shame ! Scarcely for one brief month thy soul can rest , And now another love - book brands thy name . I sought if fishes on dry sands might dwell , And savage boars frequent the unwonted sea ; If close and earnest toil might love ...
Strana 51
... shame . Alas ! long loved - too late thou❜lt weep at last . ' Tis time to say adieu , while fresh mine ire ; Full well I know , when once my grief is past , Love will return with all its olden fire . * Et nobis aliquo , Cynthia ...
... shame . Alas ! long loved - too late thou❜lt weep at last . ' Tis time to say adieu , while fresh mine ire ; Full well I know , when once my grief is past , Love will return with all its olden fire . * Et nobis aliquo , Cynthia ...
Strana 72
... shame Whose handsome form has been by travail marred . While fate allows , let love delight our eyne ; A long night comes and no returning day . Oh , would that Love around us both might twine A clasping chain that would endure for aye ...
... shame Whose handsome form has been by travail marred . While fate allows , let love delight our eyne ; A long night comes and no returning day . Oh , would that Love around us both might twine A clasping chain that would endure for aye ...
Obsah
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Časté výrazy a frázy
Amor arms Barth bear beauty bitter bones Book bore born breast breathe called charms crown Cynthia daughter dear death door dread dream e'er earth editors ELEGY eyes fair fame fate fear fell fire flame followed Gallus girl give glory gods hair hands Haupt head heart I'll Jove keep Keil king Kuinoel Lachmann land late leave light live lonely love's lovers maid maiden Mueller ne'er neath never night o'er once Paley path poem poet poor Propert Propertius prove rocks Roman Rome round seek shade shame shore sing sleep song soon sorrow soul strain stream sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou thou'lt true turn Venus verse waters wave weary weep winds youth
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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...