Lyra Hellenica: or, Translations of passages from British poets into various kinds of Greek verse. [With] Lyra Latina |
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... hand Can e'er untie the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ? Still , as I view each well known scene , Think what is now , and what hath been , Seems as , to me , of all bereft , Sole friends thy streams and woods were ...
... hand Can e'er untie the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ? Still , as I view each well known scene , Think what is now , and what hath been , Seems as , to me , of all bereft , Sole friends thy streams and woods were ...
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... hand Abdallah - Selim bled ! Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief : Thy pride of heart , thy bride for Osman's bed , She whom thy Sultan had but seen to wed , Thy daughter's dead ! Hope of thine age , thy twilight's lonely beam , The ...
... hand Abdallah - Selim bled ! Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief : Thy pride of heart , thy bride for Osman's bed , She whom thy Sultan had but seen to wed , Thy daughter's dead ! Hope of thine age , thy twilight's lonely beam , The ...
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... pictured to his eye On the dark ground of mortal agony , Rose clear as day ! and he might see the band Of his young sisters wand'ring hand in hand , THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL . GREEK IAMBICS . Σιγὴν μὲν 28 THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL. ...
... pictured to his eye On the dark ground of mortal agony , Rose clear as day ! and he might see the band Of his young sisters wand'ring hand in hand , THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL . GREEK IAMBICS . Σιγὴν μὲν 28 THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL. ...
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... reared - the fair- Gladdening all eyes to see ! And fetter'd there He stood beside his death - pyre , and the brand Flamed up to light it in the chieftain's hand . ἐβόσκετ ' , ἐκκληθεῖσαν ὀξείαις δύαις · νέας δ ̓ ἀδελφὰς 30.
... reared - the fair- Gladdening all eyes to see ! And fetter'd there He stood beside his death - pyre , and the brand Flamed up to light it in the chieftain's hand . ἐβόσκετ ' , ἐκκληθεῖσαν ὀξείαις δύαις · νέας δ ̓ ἀδελφὰς 30.
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... hand were still'd , Struck down as by the whisper ́of a spell . They gazed - their dark souls bowed before the maid , Her of the dancing step in wood and glade ! τόνδ ̓ οὖν τὸν ὄσσοις πᾶσι προσφιλέστατον , τὸν εὐπρόσωπον , 32.
... hand were still'd , Struck down as by the whisper ́of a spell . They gazed - their dark souls bowed before the maid , Her of the dancing step in wood and glade ! τόνδ ̓ οὖν τὸν ὄσσοις πᾶσι προσφιλέστατον , τὸν εὐπρόσωπον , 32.
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Seite 6 - CALL it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper And celebrates his obsequies; Who say tall cliff and cavern lone For the departed bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks in deeper groan reply, 10 And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Seite 70 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Seite 80 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will...
Seite 10 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Seite 82 - And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!
Seite 78 - Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.
Seite 20 - There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Seite 70 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Seite 56 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When...
Seite 70 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...