Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 strán (strany) |
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Strana x
... smiles to - day to - morrow dies Had'st thou no poison mix'd , no sharp - ground knife Then tenfold round the body The roar of battle rose The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . Meine Ruh ' ist hin Abhorred slave , Which ...
... smiles to - day to - morrow dies Had'st thou no poison mix'd , no sharp - ground knife Then tenfold round the body The roar of battle rose The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . Meine Ruh ' ist hin Abhorred slave , Which ...
Strana 2
... every lineament , branch , shape , and form : If such a one will smile , and stroke his beard , And , sorrow , wag ! ' cry : hem , when he should groan ; EPICURUS NIHILI FACIT DOLOREM . Α . ταῦτ ̓ ἢν γένηται 2 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... every lineament , branch , shape , and form : If such a one will smile , and stroke his beard , And , sorrow , wag ! ' cry : hem , when he should groan ; EPICURUS NIHILI FACIT DOLOREM . Α . ταῦτ ̓ ἢν γένηται 2 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
Strana 36
... innocency and terms of zeal— My father , in kind heart and pity mov'd , Swore him assistance , and perform'd it , too . Now , when the lords and barons of the realm ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' 36 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS . 36.
... innocency and terms of zeal— My father , in kind heart and pity mov'd , Swore him assistance , and perform'd it , too . Now , when the lords and barons of the realm ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' 36 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS . 36.
Strana 37
Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' ΟΖΟΠΥΡΟΣ . ἀλλ ̓ εὖ δίδωσι · τὸν δ ̓ ἄνακτ ̓ ἔγνωχ ̓ ὅτι τὸ μὲν προτείνειν ἐκτελεῖν δ ̓ ἐπίσταται καιρῷ τὰ δῶρ ̓ ἔγνωκα δ ̓ ὡς τοὐμοῦ πατρός , πατρὸς δ ̓ ἀδελφοῦ ...
Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' ΟΖΟΠΥΡΟΣ . ἀλλ ̓ εὖ δίδωσι · τὸν δ ̓ ἄνακτ ̓ ἔγνωχ ̓ ὅτι τὸ μὲν προτείνειν ἐκτελεῖν δ ̓ ἐπίσταται καιρῷ τὰ δῶρ ̓ ἔγνωκα δ ̓ ὡς τοὐμοῦ πατρός , πατρὸς δ ̓ ἀδελφοῦ ...
Strana 140
... smiles and glee ; But her heart was tired , tired ; And now they let her be . Her life was turning , turning , In mazes of light and sound ; But for peace her soul was yearning , And now peace laps her round . Her cabin'd , ample spirit ...
... smiles and glee ; But her heart was tired , tired ; And now they let her be . Her life was turning , turning , In mazes of light and sound ; But for peace her soul was yearning , And now peace laps her round . Her cabin'd , ample spirit ...
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Strana 202 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Strana 498 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Strana 504 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Strana 46 - And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.
Strana 250 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; To see those joys the sons of pleasure know Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.
Strana 390 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, Eight up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.