Translations Into English and LatinDeighton, 1866 - 279 էջ |
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... honoured , most gain - greedy of mankind ! 145 How may the generous Greeks find gifts for thee ? We wot not yet of public treasury : The spoils of cities sacked we've parted all , And should do ill re - levying these anew . Now yield ...
... honoured , most gain - greedy of mankind ! 145 How may the generous Greeks find gifts for thee ? We wot not yet of public treasury : The spoils of cities sacked we've parted all , And should do ill re - levying these anew . Now yield ...
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... honour that I sit With empty hands ? and bidd'st me yield her up ? Now if the generous Greeks will grant a gift- One my soul loves , a meet equivalent- Well : but if not , I'll take with mine own arm Thine , or thine , Aias , or ...
... honour that I sit With empty hands ? and bidd'st me yield her up ? Now if the generous Greeks will grant a gift- One my soul loves , a meet equivalent- Well : but if not , I'll take with mine own arm Thine , or thine , Aias , or ...
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... honour like to his Had sceptred King , whose glory is of Zeus . So , son of Atreus , stay thy rage . And him , 310 Our mighty rampart against evil war , I do beseech to put his anger by . " Then royal Agamemnon answered him . " Nought ...
... honour like to his Had sceptred King , whose glory is of Zeus . So , son of Atreus , stay thy rage . And him , 310 Our mighty rampart against evil war , I do beseech to put his anger by . " Then royal Agamemnon answered him . " Nought ...
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Charles Stuart Calverley. 390 Put glory in my hand . But not a whit Honours he me : yea scorned am I of one , Broad - realmèd Agamemnon , Atreus ' son ; With his own arm he seized , and hath , my gift . " Weeping he spake . His queenly ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. 390 Put glory in my hand . But not a whit Honours he me : yea scorned am I of one , Broad - realmèd Agamemnon , Atreus ' son ; With his own arm he seized , and hath , my gift . " Weeping he spake . His queenly ...
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... honour me , didst plague Achaia's hosts . And now accomplish this , ev'n this my prayer . From foul destruction shield this day the Greeks . " 500 So spake he : and Apollo heard his prayer . They having knelt , and strewed the barley ...
... honour me , didst plague Achaia's hosts . And now accomplish this , ev'n this my prayer . From foul destruction shield this day the Greeks . " 500 So spake he : and Apollo heard his prayer . They having knelt , and strewed the barley ...
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2nd Edition 4th Edition Achaian Achilles Æschylus Agamemnon Apollo Athenè Atreus aught bade brave bring Daphnis Briseis C. S. Calverley Calchas chief Chryse Crown 8vo Daphnis dark ships doth earth ECLOGUE Elementary English Epistrophus Ev'n F. A. Paley Fcap flocks Forty dark gift goats goddess gods Greeks hand hath hear heart heaven Hephæstus Herè holy honour host Idomeneus Iollas J. W. Donaldson King Latin lord Lycidas M.A. 3rd Edition M.A. Fcap maid Menalcas mighty MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phœbus Post 8vo prayer Priam's Pylos Quæ Queis revised rose round sate seas shalt sing sire Sirmio song of Arcady sons soul spake stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing thou tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy twain unto Verse W. H. Besant war-ships warriors white-armed woods words wrath Zeus
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Էջ 224 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 188 - 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.
Էջ 190 - And all their echoes, mourn: The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : — As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Էջ 212 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Էջ 202 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears th' unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Էջ 210 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Էջ 206 - Druid, hoary chief; every burning word he spoke full of rage, and full of grief: ' Princess ! if our aged eyes weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'tis because resentment ties all the terrors of our tongues. ' Rome shall perish — write that word in the blood that she has spilt ; perish, hopeless and abhorred, deep in ruin as in guilt.
Էջ 198 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Էջ 186 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Էջ 238 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.