Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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... Arms The Speech of the Horse Xanthus The Death of the Dog Argus . Homer 82 . • Homer 84 • • · Homer 86 Homer 88 . • Homer 92 . Homer 94 • • FROM THE LATIN . 1858 1859 Catullus to Lesbia Horace and Lydia Horace · Catullus • · Horace to ...
... Arms The Speech of the Horse Xanthus The Death of the Dog Argus . Homer 82 . • Homer 84 • • · Homer 86 Homer 88 . • Homer 92 . Homer 94 • • FROM THE LATIN . 1858 1859 Catullus to Lesbia Horace and Lydia Horace · Catullus • · Horace to ...
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... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine . In cataract ...
... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine . In cataract ...
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... arm's length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas , -where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear , Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while ...
... arm's length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas , -where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear , Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while ...
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... arm , And I beheld great Here's angry eyes , As she withdrew into the golden cloud , And I was left alone within the bower : And from that time to this I am alone , And I shall be alone until I die . " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a ...
... arm , And I beheld great Here's angry eyes , As she withdrew into the golden cloud , And I was left alone within the bower : And from that time to this I am alone , And I shall be alone until I die . " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a ...
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... arms Were wound about thee , and my hot lips prest Close , close to thine , in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet , before I die ! They ...
... arms Were wound about thee , and my hot lips prest Close , close to thine , in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet , before I die ! They ...