Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 strán (strany) |
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Strana 16
... star , Fronting the dawn he moved : a leopard - skin Droop'd from his shoulder , but his sunny hair Cluster'd about his temples like a god's ; And his cheek brighten'd , as the foam - bow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all ...
... star , Fronting the dawn he moved : a leopard - skin Droop'd from his shoulder , but his sunny hair Cluster'd about his temples like a god's ; And his cheek brighten'd , as the foam - bow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all ...
Strana 42
... star , Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable , and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays ! Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes , ΞΥΝΑΝΥΤΕΙ ΒΙΟΥ ΔΥΝΤΟΣ ΑΥΓΑΙΣ . ὦ χρυσοφεγγὲς γηγενῶν ...
... star , Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable , and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays ! Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes , ΞΥΝΑΝΥΤΕΙ ΒΙΟΥ ΔΥΝΤΟΣ ΑΥΓΑΙΣ . ὦ χρυσοφεγγὲς γηγενῶν ...
Strana 174
... star , or what I list , Or ere I journey to your father's house . Go on , and fetch our horses back again . Evermore cross'd and cross'd : nothing but cross'd . H. Say as he says , or we shall never go . K. Forward , I pray , since we ...
... star , or what I list , Or ere I journey to your father's house . Go on , and fetch our horses back again . Evermore cross'd and cross'd : nothing but cross'd . H. Say as he says , or we shall never go . K. Forward , I pray , since we ...
Strana 284
... horsed , with lance and sword , To his ancestors restored , Like a reappearing star , Like a glory from afar , First shall head the flock of war . ' WORDSWORTH . ΑΥΤΟΣ ΓΑΡ ΕΦΕΛΚΕΤΑΙ ΑΝΔΡΑ ΣΙΔΗΡΟΣ . 6 " " desidem 284 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... horsed , with lance and sword , To his ancestors restored , Like a reappearing star , Like a glory from afar , First shall head the flock of war . ' WORDSWORTH . ΑΥΤΟΣ ΓΑΡ ΕΦΕΛΚΕΤΑΙ ΑΝΔΡΑ ΣΙΔΗΡΟΣ . 6 " " desidem 284 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
Strana 384
... a greater far , Gifford was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemm'd the rude storm , and triumph'd over fate . ΕΡΔΟΙ ΤΙΣ ΗΝ ΕΚΑΣΤΟΣ ΕΙΔΕΙΗ ΤΕΧΝΗΝ . impiger en iuvenis 384 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... a greater far , Gifford was born beneath an adverse star , Forsook the labours of a servile state , Stemm'd the rude storm , and triumph'd over fate . ΕΡΔΟΙ ΤΙΣ ΗΝ ΕΚΑΣΤΟΣ ΕΙΔΕΙΗ ΤΕΧΝΗΝ . impiger en iuvenis 384 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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Strana 182 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Strana 426 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Strana 84 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Strana 94 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices.
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.