Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1862 - 203 Seiten |
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... Apollo aures . " Fama haud , vulgaris ad instar Floris , amat terrestre solum , fictosque nitores Queis inhiat populus , nec cum Rumore patescit . Vivere dant illi , dant increbrescere late Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis , cui sola ...
... Apollo aures . " Fama haud , vulgaris ad instar Floris , amat terrestre solum , fictosque nitores Queis inhiat populus , nec cum Rumore patescit . Vivere dant illi , dant increbrescere late Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis , cui sola ...
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... Apollo rear the wall Of brass ; and thrice my Greeks shall hew The fabric down ; thrice matrons rue In chains their sons ' , their husbands ' fall . " Ill my light lyre such notes beseem . Stay , Muse ; nor , wayward still , rehearse ...
... Apollo rear the wall Of brass ; and thrice my Greeks shall hew The fabric down ; thrice matrons rue In chains their sons ' , their husbands ' fall . " Ill my light lyre such notes beseem . Stay , Muse ; nor , wayward still , rehearse ...
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... Apollo's priest . For he came to the ships of Achaia , Bearing a daughter's ransom , a sum not easy to number : And in his hand was the emblem of Him , far- darting Apollo , High on a sceptre of gold : and he made his prayer to the ...
... Apollo's priest . For he came to the ships of Achaia , Bearing a daughter's ransom , a sum not easy to number : And in his hand was the emblem of Him , far- darting Apollo , High on a sceptre of gold : and he made his prayer to the ...
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... Apollo . " Then from the host of Achaians arose tumultuous answer : " Due to the priest is his honour ; accept rich ransom and yield her . " But there was war in the spirit of Atreus ' son , Agamemnon ; Disdainful he dismissed him , a ...
... Apollo . " Then from the host of Achaians arose tumultuous answer : " Due to the priest is his honour ; accept rich ransom and yield her . " But there was war in the spirit of Atreus ' son , Agamemnon ; Disdainful he dismissed him , a ...
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... Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto . " Lord of the silver bow , whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla , loved of the gods , and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I HOMER . 193.
... Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto . " Lord of the silver bow , whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla , loved of the gods , and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I HOMER . 193.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caput caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower FRONDES EST UBI gaze gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt tibi tuam UBI DECIDANT unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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Seite 114 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Seite 110 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Seite 126 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 120 - Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake : "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Anow of such as, for their bellies...
Seite 122 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 116 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 118 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Seite 124 - Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 128 - ... his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 110 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...