The Oxford book of Latin verse: from the earliest fragments to the end of the vth century A.D.Clarendon Press, 1912 - 531 sider |
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Side v
... Vergil , and Manilius hang so loosely to their contexts that the poets themselves seem to invite the gentle violence of the ex- cerptor . These passages are ' golden branches ' set in an alien stock- non sua seminat arbos . The hand ...
... Vergil , and Manilius hang so loosely to their contexts that the poets themselves seem to invite the gentle violence of the ex- cerptor . These passages are ' golden branches ' set in an alien stock- non sua seminat arbos . The hand ...
Side viii
... Vergil takes solemn and fated leave of those whom he has guided and inspired : Non aspettar mio dir più nè mio cenno . I have spent a good deal of labour on the revision of texts and I hope that of some poems , particularly the less ...
... Vergil takes solemn and fated leave of those whom he has guided and inspired : Non aspettar mio dir più nè mio cenno . I have spent a good deal of labour on the revision of texts and I hope that of some poems , particularly the less ...
Side xv
... Vergil , who was born outside the Roman ciuitas , who looks back to Ennius through Catullus , to Homer through Apollonius . It is significant here that it is with the final unification . of Italy ( which was accomplished by the ...
... Vergil , who was born outside the Roman ciuitas , who looks back to Ennius through Catullus , to Homer through Apollonius . It is significant here that it is with the final unification . of Italy ( which was accomplished by the ...
Side xvii
... . The element of moratum , the deep moral earnestness , is Roman . The other two epithets carry us outside the typically Roman temperament . Everybody . remembers Horace's charac- terization of Vergil xvii INTRODUCTION.
... . The element of moratum , the deep moral earnestness , is Roman . The other two epithets carry us outside the typically Roman temperament . Everybody . remembers Horace's charac- terization of Vergil xvii INTRODUCTION.
Side xviii
... Vergil : molle atque facetum Vergilio annuerunt gaudentes rure Camenae . Horace is speaking there of the Vergil of the Trans- padane period : the reference is to the Eclogues . The Romans had hard minds . And in the Eclogues they ...
... Vergil : molle atque facetum Vergilio annuerunt gaudentes rure Camenae . Horace is speaking there of the Vergil of the Trans- padane period : the reference is to the Eclogues . The Romans had hard minds . And in the Eclogues they ...
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Side 484 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Side 482 - Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first Cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me...
Side 482 - Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities ; Then save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes ; Save me from curious conscience, that still lords Its strength, for darkness burrowing like a mole ; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
Side 481 - Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Side 462 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Side 326 - ... vires ingenuae, salubre corpus; prudens simplicitas, pares amici; convictus facilis, sine arte mensa; nox non ebria sed soluta curis; non tristis torus et tamen pudicus; somnus qui faciat breves tenebras: quod sis esse velis nihilque malis; summum nee metuas diem nee optes.
Side 480 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Side 144 - Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas.
Side 465 - Fortune, that with malicious joy Does Man, her slave, oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleased to bless ; Still various, and inconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Side 440 - To vessels of their sex, which none could ever fill. As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.