Exercitationes iambicæ; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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Արդյունքներ 23–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 86
... dream , " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken to the soul . Not enjoyment , and ...
... dream , " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real - Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken to the soul . Not enjoyment , and ...
Էջ 87
... dream , And that the soul , fallen asleep , is no longer alive , And that things existing and seeming differ entirely . 5 Nay , indeed a fearful work is the life of mortals , And the contest awaits the dead man beyond the grave . " Dust ...
... dream , And that the soul , fallen asleep , is no longer alive , And that things existing and seeming differ entirely . 5 Nay , indeed a fearful work is the life of mortals , And the contest awaits the dead man beyond the grave . " Dust ...
Էջ 131
... dreams of a vain mind . Let not this happen to thee . maiden ! Hither , I pray , Each vale calls thee and every hearth Raises pillars to thee alone , for the sake of honour : Both the youths call thee , and I , beloved , Play , for ...
... dreams of a vain mind . Let not this happen to thee . maiden ! Hither , I pray , Each vale calls thee and every hearth Raises pillars to thee alone , for the sake of honour : Both the youths call thee , and I , beloved , Play , for ...
Էջ 142
... dreams deceive , Yet harsh be they that blame , ) That note , so piercing and profound , Will shape and syllable its sound Into Zuleika's name ! EXERCISE VII . Passage from MILTON . Classical Tripos , 1850 . And now went forth the Morn ...
... dreams deceive , Yet harsh be they that blame , ) That note , so piercing and profound , Will shape and syllable its sound Into Zuleika's name ! EXERCISE VII . Passage from MILTON . Classical Tripos , 1850 . And now went forth the Morn ...
Էջ 143
... dreams of the young are wont- And who shall blame them ? -to soothe the heart . There is one , for I know it well , who sincerely believes That the piercing melody of that shrill voice Chances to syllable into sound Zulissa's name ...
... dreams of the young are wont- And who shall blame them ? -to soothe the heart . There is one , for I know it well , who sincerely believes That the piercing melody of that shrill voice Chances to syllable into sound Zulissa's name ...
Common terms and phrases
Æsch Agam Ajax antepenult Antig aorist Asch Bacch behold BERNARD DRAKE bright cæsura Cambridge Cheltenham Grammar School Choeph circumflex cloth Conf Crasis Crown 8vo dative dead declension Edition enclitic English Notes Esch Eurip EXERCISE VIII eyes F. D. MAURICE Fellow of St flowers Frag genitive Gram grave Greek grief hand hath heart heaven Hipp Iambic immortal Introd Jelf's Gr John's College last syllable light LINE EXERCISE M.A. Fellow mortals mourn night paraphrased Passage penult Pers Phil Phoen plural Prodelision rejoice Samson Agonistes Schools short song Soph soul stream Supp sweet thee thou tomb Trach Troad verbs verse vowel winds word ἀλλ ἂν γὰρ δὲ εἰ ἐκ ἐν ἐξ ἐς ἦν καὶ κακῶν μὲν μὴ μοι οὐ οὐκ πρὸς τὰ τε τὴν τί τὸ τοῖς τὸν τοῦ ὡς
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Էջ 98 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Էջ 110 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Էջ 140 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Էջ 142 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Էջ 216 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee...
Էջ 140 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Էջ 106 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Էջ 88 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Էջ 100 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Էջ 164 - The Slave's Dream BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.