Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 páginas |
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... sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί 6 ...
... sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί 6 ...
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... sleeps well ; grave ; Treason has done his worst ; nor steel , nor poison , Malice domestic , foreign levy , nothing , Can touch him further . Come on ; Gentle , my Lord , sleek o'er your rugged looks ; Be bright and jovial among your ...
... sleeps well ; grave ; Treason has done his worst ; nor steel , nor poison , Malice domestic , foreign levy , nothing , Can touch him further . Come on ; Gentle , my Lord , sleek o'er your rugged looks ; Be bright and jovial among your ...
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... sleeps . The purple flowers droop : the golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love ; My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all a - weary of my life , ΔΥΣΕΡΩΣ ΤΙΣ ΑΓΑΝ ...
... sleeps . The purple flowers droop : the golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love ; My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all a - weary of my life , ΔΥΣΕΡΩΣ ΤΙΣ ΑΓΑΝ ...
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... yon pathless deep Of molten azure - mute as lovely sleep ; Full in her pallid light the moon presides , Shrined in a halo , mellowing as she rides ; NOX ERAT . ἄσβεστον ἄστρων φέγγος , οὐκ ἄναυδά πως 86 38 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... yon pathless deep Of molten azure - mute as lovely sleep ; Full in her pallid light the moon presides , Shrined in a halo , mellowing as she rides ; NOX ERAT . ἄσβεστον ἄστρων φέγγος , οὐκ ἄναυδά πως 86 38 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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... sleeping in their caves ; No stormy prelude rolls upon the waves : Nature is hush'd , as if her works adored , Still'd into homage of her living Lord ! ROBERT MONTGOMERY . πρέσβιστος , αἴγλης εὐαγοῦς περιστεφής , λαμπρύνεται δ ' ἰοῦσα ...
... sleeping in their caves ; No stormy prelude rolls upon the waves : Nature is hush'd , as if her works adored , Still'd into homage of her living Lord ! ROBERT MONTGOMERY . πρέσβιστος , αἴγλης εὐαγοῦς περιστεφής , λαμπρύνεται δ ' ἰοῦσα ...
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Página 84 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Página 94 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices.
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Página 498 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
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.