Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1871 - 214 sider |
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Side 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 ...
Side 66
... 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 66 DOVER TO MUNICH .
... 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 66 DOVER TO MUNICH .
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... 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 ...
Side 164
... prayer ; The Gods have listened , Lyce . Thou art gray , And still wouldst 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 gray , And still wouldst 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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... prayer Prayed to Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto : " Lord of the silver bow , thou whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla beloved of the Gods , -and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I ...
... prayer Prayed to Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto : " Lord of the silver bow , thou whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla beloved of the Gods , -and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I ...
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Achaians Achilles Adsis Agamemnon amor Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caput caterva Chryse Clytemnestra dark dear Deus doth dream drink enim escutcheon eunt fair fibula fiery flower fremens gaze Gods gray green greges Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven Hera hora Houndsditch instar ipse Jamque Jove juvenes juventus Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas metu mind morn muse neath neque never night Numen nunc o'er Odit omne once Ostend Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ quam queis quicquid quid quod quoque quot rebus refert rose Scilicet semper shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul stream sweet tell thee THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou shalt Thro tibi tidy little ultro unto usque venit vero viri walked wild winds wing young youth
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Side 106 - 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...
Side 102 - 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.
Side 114 - 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 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Side 196 - 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.
Side 118 - 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 the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 112 - 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.
Side 116 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor, So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with...
Side 112 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!
Side 194 - 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.
Side 108 - 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.