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
... weary way , To wound my soul and mock my misery . Stay ye , while Love will hearken to your call : May cloudless joys upon your passion shower ! My Venus mingles all my nights with gall , And never lets me rest one single hour . I warn ...
... weary way , To wound my soul and mock my misery . Stay ye , while Love will hearken to your call : May cloudless joys upon your passion shower ! My Venus mingles all my nights with gall , And never lets me rest one single hour . I warn ...
Strana 8
... weary then , my tuneful lyre I strung . " As best I could my lonely lot I bore , Grieving another's love should charm thee so , Till downy - pinioned slumber lulled me o'er , And bade my tears of sorrow cease to flow . " IV . TO BASSUS ...
... weary then , my tuneful lyre I strung . " As best I could my lonely lot I bore , Grieving another's love should charm thee so , Till downy - pinioned slumber lulled me o'er , And bade my tears of sorrow cease to flow . " IV . TO BASSUS ...
Strana 12
... weary night , And swears there's not a god in heaven if e'er I leave her sight- Declares that she is not my love ; nay more , the frantic girl Vents every threat that peevish maids at heartless lovers hurl ; Against her plaints a single ...
... weary night , And swears there's not a god in heaven if e'er I leave her sight- Declares that she is not my love ; nay more , the frantic girl Vents every threat that peevish maids at heartless lovers hurl ; Against her plaints a single ...
Strana 15
... weary winter - time two winters ' - length remain , And the late - lingering Pleiades the mariner detain , Thy cable keep the shore , nor breeze unfriendly balk my prayer , Nor tempests lull what time the tide thy ship shall outward ...
... weary winter - time two winters ' - length remain , And the late - lingering Pleiades the mariner detain , Thy cable keep the shore , nor breeze unfriendly balk my prayer , Nor tempests lull what time the tide thy ship shall outward ...
Strana 26
... weary moan ; And , though she knew that he had gone for ever from her ken , Kept brooding o'er remembered joys she ne'er might know again . Not so when swift winds bore Iason o'er the ocean stood Hypsipyle , with anguish wrung , in ...
... weary moan ; And , though she knew that he had gone for ever from her ken , Kept brooding o'er remembered joys she ne'er might know again . Not so when swift winds bore Iason o'er the ocean stood Hypsipyle , with anguish wrung , in ...
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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...