The Odes of Horace, tr. by J. Scriven |
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... face On thy neglected sons and race , Tir'd with thy sport - too long , alas ! - Whom shouts delight , and helms of brass , And Moorish soldiery , whose eyes Gloat on the foeman , as he dies : Or if , fair Maia's son , thy wing , And ...
... face On thy neglected sons and race , Tir'd with thy sport - too long , alas ! - Whom shouts delight , and helms of brass , And Moorish soldiery , whose eyes Gloat on the foeman , as he dies : Or if , fair Maia's son , thy wing , And ...
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... face ! - - from war- What funeral - pyres afflict the Trojan race ! Even now her helm and shield Minerva tries , Her chariot proves while furious glance her eyes . - " In Venus ' guardianship then bold in vain , You comb your locks ...
... face ! - - from war- What funeral - pyres afflict the Trojan race ! Even now her helm and shield Minerva tries , Her chariot proves while furious glance her eyes . - " In Venus ' guardianship then bold in vain , You comb your locks ...
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... The dazzling lustre of her face . Venus deserts her Cyprian bowers , Invading me with all her powers ; Bids me no more of Scythians write , Or Parthian D 3 ODE XIX . 37 OF HORACE . Cease thy dread cymbals, and thy Phrygian horn, ...
... The dazzling lustre of her face . Venus deserts her Cyprian bowers , Invading me with all her powers ; Bids me no more of Scythians write , Or Parthian D 3 ODE XIX . 37 OF HORACE . Cease thy dread cymbals, and thy Phrygian horn, ...
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... face , Curses upon thy hapless race ! My curses both on them and thee ! And for thy crime its penalty ! Not fruitless prayers shall mount from me ; Thy guilt no expiations free . Though hurrying short is the delay- - Thrice cast the ...
... face , Curses upon thy hapless race ! My curses both on them and thee ! And for thy crime its penalty ! Not fruitless prayers shall mount from me ; Thy guilt no expiations free . Though hurrying short is the delay- - Thrice cast the ...
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... face - her tapering thigh , - Heart - whole , I praise ; -shun jealousy one , whose years demand repose ; Of -Eight lustres , trembling to their close ! ODE V. UNABLE yet the yoke to bear , Unfit ODE IV . 75 OF HORACE .
... face - her tapering thigh , - Heart - whole , I praise ; -shun jealousy one , whose years demand repose ; Of -Eight lustres , trembling to their close ! ODE V. UNABLE yet the yoke to bear , Unfit ODE IV . 75 OF HORACE .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adria's Alcides Apollo's Apulian arms Atrides Augustus Bacchus bard bear blest boasts bold breeze brow Cæsar's Carthage cask Chloë Colchian crime cruel dark dart delight disgrace doom'd dread earth Eurus fair Falernian wine fame fate Faunus fear fierce fiery fire flame flight flow Formian gentle Glycera gods gold grace groves Gyges hair heaven Henry honours Iapyx immortal impious Jove Latian lengthen'd Lord LYDIA lyre MECENAS Mede Muse numbers nymphs o'er ODE VII ODE XIV Orcus PHIDYLE Phoebus Pirithous pour'd praise pride proud race rage rapid Roman Rome sacred Scorning Scythian seas Serjt shade shalt shine shore shun sing sire Six copies smile song soul spurns Sthenelus strain stream strife sway sweet Telephus Teucer thee thine Thracian Three copies Thrice Tiber's tide toil trembling Trojan TYNDARIS Venus Vindelici virgin wanton waves Whate'er wine wouldst thou wreath youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 146 - How much." The quantum, "the due proportion." "His quantum of common sense," that is, "His amount
Seite 6 - TO THE SHIP IN WHICH VIRGIL SAILED TO ATHENS. So may the queen of Cyprus...
Seite 54 - ODE XXXI. TO APOLLO. WHAT asks the bard at Delos' shrine, Whose goblet pours its earliest wine ? Not the rich store of golden grain, Which gilds Sardinia's fertile plain ; Not flocks from hot Calabria's shore ; Not gold, nor India's ivory store ; Nor lands, where Liris' waters stray, And — silent — eat their banks away.