Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1865 - 201 |
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Strona 37
... prayer I'll breathe for thee , The sweet Egeria of my lonely dreams : Lady , forgive , that ever upon me Thoughts of thee linger , as the soft starbeams Linger on Merlin's rock , or dark Sabrina's streams . On gray Pilatus once we loved ...
... prayer I'll breathe for thee , The sweet Egeria of my lonely dreams : Lady , forgive , that ever upon me Thoughts of thee linger , as the soft starbeams Linger on Merlin's rock , or dark Sabrina's streams . On gray Pilatus once we loved ...
Strona 71
... prayer ; And the white - robed Virgin - mother Smiles , as centuries back she smiled , Half in gladness , half in wonder , On the calm face of her Child : - And that mighty Judgment - vision Tells how man essayed DOVER TO MUNICH . 71.
... prayer ; And the white - robed Virgin - mother Smiles , as centuries back she smiled , Half in gladness , half in wonder , On the calm face of her Child : - And that mighty Judgment - vision Tells how man essayed DOVER TO MUNICH . 71.
Strona 136
... prayer ; But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth ! The banquet has its hour , The feverish hour of mirth and song and wine : There comes a day for grief's overwhelming shower , A time for softer tears : but all are thine ...
... prayer ; But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth ! The banquet has its hour , The feverish hour of mirth and song and wine : There comes a day for grief's overwhelming shower , A time for softer tears : but all are thine ...
Strona 155
... wand , hath driven Into his dark assemblage , who Unlocks not fate to mortal's prayer . Hard lot ! Yet light their griefs who BEAR The ills which they may not undo . TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA . OD , iii . TO VIRGIL . 155.
... wand , hath driven Into his dark assemblage , who Unlocks not fate to mortal's prayer . Hard lot ! Yet light their griefs who BEAR The ills which they may not undo . TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA . OD , iii . TO VIRGIL . 155.
Strona 170
... prayer ; The Gods have listened , Lyce . Thou art grey , And still would'st thou seem fair ; Still unshamed drink , and play , And , wine - flushed , woo slow - answering Love with weak Shrill pipings . With young Chia He doth dwell ...
... prayer ; The Gods have listened , Lyce . Thou art grey , And still would'st thou seem fair ; Still unshamed drink , and play , And , wine - flushed , woo slow - answering Love with weak Shrill pipings . With young Chia He doth dwell ...
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens 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 Thro tibi tuam UBI DECIDANT unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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Strona 112 - 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...
Strona 108 - 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.
Strona 124 - 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...
Strona 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Strona 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Strona 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Strona 114 - 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.
Strona 116 - 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...
Strona 108 - 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...
Strona 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.