Lyra Hellenica: or, Translations of passages from British poets into various kinds of Greek verse. [With] Lyra Latina |
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... once his own , His ashes undistinguished lie , His place , his power , his memory die . His groans the lonely caverns fill , His tears of rage impel the rill : - All mourn the minstrel's harp unstrung , Their name unknown , their praise ...
... once his own , His ashes undistinguished lie , His place , his power , his memory die . His groans the lonely caverns fill , His tears of rage impel the rill : - All mourn the minstrel's harp unstrung , Their name unknown , their praise ...
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... Once more a king he strode- And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road . He saw , once more , his dark - eyed queen , Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his cheeks , They held him by the hand ...
... Once more a king he strode- And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road . He saw , once more , his dark - eyed queen , Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his cheeks , They held him by the hand ...
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... once more : He , the young and strong , who cherish'd Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perish'd , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
... once more : He , the young and strong , who cherish'd Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perish'd , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
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... once even this unassuming " brochure " of Translations , as a testi- mony no less of my warm gratitude for the friendship with which you have honoured me , than of my profound admiration for one , upon whose brow rests the double wreath ...
... once even this unassuming " brochure " of Translations , as a testi- mony no less of my warm gratitude for the friendship with which you have honoured me , than of my profound admiration for one , upon whose brow rests the double wreath ...
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... when a lover , To him , who now , gray - haired and lone , Bends o'er the sad sepulchral stone Of her , whose heart was once his own : Ah ! bright dream , briefly over ! At mens præteritos quum revocans dies , Vitæ donec erat 10.
... when a lover , To him , who now , gray - haired and lone , Bends o'er the sad sepulchral stone Of her , whose heart was once his own : Ah ! bright dream , briefly over ! At mens præteritos quum revocans dies , Vitæ donec erat 10.
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Lyra Hellenica; Or, Translations of Passages from British Poets Into Various ... Edward Rupert Humphreys Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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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...