| University magazine - 1849 - Počet stránok 788
...were the Tañáis, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, Yet you'd pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...piercing wind pipes through the trees that surround Your snug litle villa, while Jack Frost is streaking With frost the crisp snow that lies thick on the... | |
| Quintus Horatius Flaccus - 1861 - Počet stránok 424
...drink were the Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...ground ! In your pride — Venus hates it — no longer envelope ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf; You never were made for a prudish Penelope,... | |
| Horace - 1870 - Počet stránok 442
...drink were the Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...ground ! In your pride — Venus hates it — no longer envelope ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf; You never were made for a prudish Penelope,... | |
| Theodore Martin - 1871 - Počet stránok 226
...your drink were Tanais, dullest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking, And the piercing wind pipes through... | |
| Theodore Martin - 1875 - Počet stránok 228
...drink were Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking, And the piercing wind pipes through... | |
| Literary curiosities - 1876 - Počet stránok 386
...drink were Tanais, the dullest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...Venus hates it — no longer envelop ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf ; You never were made for a cruel Penelope, 'Tis not in the... | |
| William Lucas Collins - 1877 - Počet stránok 424
...drink were Tauais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...Venus hates it — no longer envelop ye, . Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf ; You never were made for a prudish Penelope, 'Tis not in the... | |
| Theodore Martin - 1878 - Počet stránok 224
...would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking,...trees that surround The court of your villa, while Hack frost is streaking With ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground ! " In your pride —... | |
| Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1884 - Počet stránok 388
...Tenth Ode of the Third Book, in which Horace adjures a certain Lyce to take pity on him. You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...With ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground ! Yet be not as cruel — forgive my upbraiding — As snakes, nor as hard as the toughest of oak;... | |
| Alexander Bain - 1890 - Počet stránok 376
...considerable pictnresqneness are frequent. For example, the following stanza in the serenading Ode to Lyce — Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking,...ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground. — Theodore Martin. Or this description of a river — All else which may by time be bred Is like... | |
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