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... bright beauties ' 36 37 Tennyson , ' Calm is the morn ' 39 Sheridan , ' Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ' 34 Thomas Watson , ' Phœbus delights to view his laurel tree ' 35 Shakespeare , ' Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine ...
... bright beauties ' 36 37 Tennyson , ' Calm is the morn ' 39 Sheridan , ' Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ' 34 Thomas Watson , ' Phœbus delights to view his laurel tree ' 35 Shakespeare , ' Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine ...
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... bright as he can . If for this he must incur undue obligations to his predecessors , let him leave the work to them . But if having made for him- self some rendering that seems to him adequate , he finds that a predecessor has the same ...
... bright as he can . If for this he must incur undue obligations to his predecessors , let him leave the work to them . But if having made for him- self some rendering that seems to him adequate , he finds that a predecessor has the same ...
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... English poet is drawing ' quaerit quorsus potissimum in praedam superne sese ruat fulminis uicem de caelo inprouisa . ' In the same writer Iphigenia thus describes her end no . 30 : The bright death quiver'd at the 26 TRANSLATION.
... English poet is drawing ' quaerit quorsus potissimum in praedam superne sese ruat fulminis uicem de caelo inprouisa . ' In the same writer Iphigenia thus describes her end no . 30 : The bright death quiver'd at the 26 TRANSLATION.
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... bright death ' and the obliquity or rather say the incoherence of the last at first sight very simple sentence . Not unlike is the beginning of no . 22 : ' Upon the battle's fevered eve | I lay within my tent and slept ' ( T. G. Hake ) ...
... bright death ' and the obliquity or rather say the incoherence of the last at first sight very simple sentence . Not unlike is the beginning of no . 22 : ' Upon the battle's fevered eve | I lay within my tent and slept ' ( T. G. Hake ) ...
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... bright torch and souls to heaven convoy . Of the four virtues wreathed , in hand I bear These three , the first , Wisdom , as crown I wear . LEGGE . Not only is verse as a representative of verse in itself superior to prose , but in ...
... bright torch and souls to heaven convoy . Of the four virtues wreathed , in hand I bear These three , the first , Wisdom , as crown I wear . LEGGE . Not only is verse as a representative of verse in itself superior to prose , but in ...
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Aeneid Aeschylus amor ancient Anthologia Palatina atque blank verse Catullus Classical Conington correspond couplets cura D. G. ROSSETTI decasyllable dolores Dryden English Ennius Euripides eyes F. W. Newman French Greek haec hath heaven Hector hexameter Homer Horace Horatian iambic illa ipsa ipse language Latin Loeb LUCAN Lucretius lumina manus Matthew Arnold Messrs Ritchie metres mihi misero nulla nunc Odes omne original poem poet poetry Pompey Preface prius procul Professor Wilamowitz Propertius prose Prospective Translation puella quae quam quid quies quod quoque rendering RETROSPECTIVE TRANSLATIONS rhyme Ritchie and Moore Roman Sapphic says sibi sidera Sir George Young stanza syllables thee thine thou tibi Tibullus trans uiro uita Wilamowitz words write ἀλλ γὰρ δὲ εἰς ἐν καὶ μὲν μὴ σὺ τὰ τε τὴν τὸ τὸν ὡς
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Page 176 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 150 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 51 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 178 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page 124 - While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field Of Ceres, ripe for harvest, waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them ; the careful ploughman doubting stands, Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff.
Page 164 - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?
Page 146 - ... glass, Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize ; Now to the maid who has none, sir : Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes; And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Page 150 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 172 - THESE, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead.
Page 162 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That...