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Page 58
... haec et his similia ut- cumque animaduersa aut ex- istimata erunt haud in magno equidem ponam discrimine : ad illa mihi pro se quisque acriter intendat animum quae uita , qui mores fuerint per quos uiros quibusque artibus domi ...
... haec et his similia ut- cumque animaduersa aut ex- istimata erunt haud in magno equidem ponam discrimine : ad illa mihi pro se quisque acriter intendat animum quae uita , qui mores fuerint per quos uiros quibusque artibus domi ...
Page 88
... haec uidebis et feres , ' Can you look on , look idly , filthy Romulus , would to a Roman have given the effect of -- | -- | -- | ~ - | ~ - | ~ - ; nor would he ever have conceded that The puny pinnace yonder you , my friends , discern ...
... haec uidebis et feres , ' Can you look on , look idly , filthy Romulus , would to a Roman have given the effect of -- | -- | -- | ~ - | ~ - | ~ - ; nor would he ever have conceded that The puny pinnace yonder you , my friends , discern ...
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... in Amoe- bean verse , as in Lord Bowen's translation of Vergil's Bucolics and in Mr J. L. Scott's Eclogues of Cal- purnius , in whose rendering 1 , 28-32 Ornytus . Non pastor , non haec triuiali more uiator 92 TRANSLATION.
... in Amoe- bean verse , as in Lord Bowen's translation of Vergil's Bucolics and in Mr J. L. Scott's Eclogues of Cal- purnius , in whose rendering 1 , 28-32 Ornytus . Non pastor , non haec triuiali more uiator 92 TRANSLATION.
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Theory and Practice John Percival Postgate. Ornytus . Non pastor , non haec triuiali more uiator , sed deus ipse canit ; nihil armentale resultat nec montana sacros distinguunt iubila uersus . Corydon . Mira refers ; sed rumpe moras ...
Theory and Practice John Percival Postgate. Ornytus . Non pastor , non haec triuiali more uiator , sed deus ipse canit ; nihil armentale resultat nec montana sacros distinguunt iubila uersus . Corydon . Mira refers ; sed rumpe moras ...
Page 116
... haec damna sepulcri , teque pudet , sparsis Pompei manibus , uri . ' sic fatus plenusque sinus ardente fauilla peruolat ad truncum qui , fluctu paene relatus , litore pendebat . summas dimouit harenas et collecta procul lacerae ...
... haec damna sepulcri , teque pudet , sparsis Pompei manibus , uri . ' sic fatus plenusque sinus ardente fauilla peruolat ad truncum qui , fluctu paene relatus , litore pendebat . summas dimouit harenas et collecta procul lacerae ...
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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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