Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 páginas |
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... TENNYSON 54 TENNYSON 56 TALFOURD 58 SHAKSPEARE 62 SHAKSPEARE 64 Translations into Greek . If you go on thus you will kill yourself . How now , my Lord ! why do you keep alone Hither came at noon Mournful none . Die Sonne tönt nach alter ...
... TENNYSON 54 TENNYSON 56 TALFOURD 58 SHAKSPEARE 62 SHAKSPEARE 64 Translations into Greek . If you go on thus you will kill yourself . How now , my Lord ! why do you keep alone Hither came at noon Mournful none . Die Sonne tönt nach alter ...
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... TENNYSON 78 TENNYSON 80 AYTOUN 82 SHAKSPEARE 84 MONTGOMERY 86 90 TENNYSON 94 MOLIÈRE 96 TENNYSON 98 BEAU . & FLET . 100 SCHILLER 102 SHAKSPEARE 106 FLORIAN 112 SHELLEY 114 ANON . 118 HERRICK 124 COLERIDGE 126 SHAKSPEARE 128 POPE 130 ...
... TENNYSON 78 TENNYSON 80 AYTOUN 82 SHAKSPEARE 84 MONTGOMERY 86 90 TENNYSON 94 MOLIÈRE 96 TENNYSON 98 BEAU . & FLET . 100 SCHILLER 102 SHAKSPEARE 106 FLORIAN 112 SHELLEY 114 ANON . 118 HERRICK 124 COLERIDGE 126 SHAKSPEARE 128 POPE 130 ...
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... TENNYSON 248 Where , then , ah ! where shall poverty reside GOLDSMITH 250 Billy Taylor was a brisk young fellow Or , when the winter torrent rolls Underneath the sod low - lying INCERT . 254 SOUTHEY 258 ANON . 260 Call it not vain ...
... TENNYSON 248 Where , then , ah ! where shall poverty reside GOLDSMITH 250 Billy Taylor was a brisk young fellow Or , when the winter torrent rolls Underneath the sod low - lying INCERT . 254 SOUTHEY 258 ANON . 260 Call it not vain ...
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... TENNYSON 322 ARNOLD • 324 WILSON 326 SHELLEY 328 SHAKSPEARE 330 GEORGE ELIOT 332 WORDSWORTH 334 INCERT . 336 INCERT . 338 INCERT . 340 • DRYDEN 342 POPE 344 Further translations into Greek . They've lost some gallant gentlemen xii INDEX ...
... TENNYSON 322 ARNOLD • 324 WILSON 326 SHELLEY 328 SHAKSPEARE 330 GEORGE ELIOT 332 WORDSWORTH 334 INCERT . 336 INCERT . 338 INCERT . 340 • DRYDEN 342 POPE 344 Further translations into Greek . They've lost some gallant gentlemen xii INDEX ...
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... d thee to leave life that was made lovely , we thought , with love . W. MELVILLE 506 SHAKSPEARE 508 • MILTON 510 TENNYSON 512 · TYRRELL 514 SWINBURNE 516 LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS . [ The numbers indicate the page INDEX OF FIRST LINES . XV.
... d thee to leave life that was made lovely , we thought , with love . W. MELVILLE 506 SHAKSPEARE 508 • MILTON 510 TENNYSON 512 · TYRRELL 514 SWINBURNE 516 LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS . [ The numbers indicate the page INDEX OF FIRST LINES . XV.
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Página 504 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 46 - And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.
Página 250 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; To see those joys the sons of pleasure know Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.
Página 390 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, Eight up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.