Translations [into Greek and Latin Verse, with the English Original on the Opposite Pages].B. Quaritch, 1861 - 151 páginas |
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... faces from the sun . Answer me , if this be done ? ' Tis done . Pour in blood and bloodlike wine , To mother earth and Proserpine : Mingle milk into the stream : Feast the ghosts that love the steam . Snatch a brand from funeral pile ...
... faces from the sun . Answer me , if this be done ? ' Tis done . Pour in blood and bloodlike wine , To mother earth and Proserpine : Mingle milk into the stream : Feast the ghosts that love the steam . Snatch a brand from funeral pile ...
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... faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flow'r and fruit , whereof they gave To each , but whoso did receive of them ...
... faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flow'r and fruit , whereof they gave To each , but whoso did receive of them ...
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... faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass , Two handfuls of white dust , shut in an urn of brass ! Dear is the mem'ry of our wedded lives , And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears : but all hath suffer ...
... faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass , Two handfuls of white dust , shut in an urn of brass ! Dear is the mem'ry of our wedded lives , And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears : but all hath suffer ...
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... face , While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love , The matron's glance that would these looks reprove ! These were thy charms , sweet Village ; sports like these With sweet succession ...
... face , While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love , The matron's glance that would these looks reprove ! These were thy charms , sweet Village ; sports like these With sweet succession ...
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... face , how much I hate Her presence , hated both of gods and men . “ O mother , hear me yet before I die ! Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev'n on this hand , and sitting on ...
... face , how much I hate Her presence , hated both of gods and men . “ O mother , hear me yet before I die ! Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev'n on this hand , and sitting on ...
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Página 2 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold, And the gilded car of day, His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east.
Página 18 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Página 16 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Página 14 - Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far, far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores...
Página 12 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
Página 32 - DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitiet} and alone.
Página 34 - How often have I blessed the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The...
Página 20 - Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
Página 14 - Lotos-eaters came. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them And taste, to him the gushing...
Página 4 - With their grave saws in slumber lie We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.