Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 28
... clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses , girdled with the gleaming world : Where they smile in secret , looking over wasted lands , Blight and famine , plague and earthquake , roaring deeps and fiery sands , Clanging fights ...
... clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses , girdled with the gleaming world : Where they smile in secret , looking over wasted lands , Blight and famine , plague and earthquake , roaring deeps and fiery sands , Clanging fights ...
Page 40
... cloud that gather'd shape : for it may be That while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! I waited underneath the dawning ...
... cloud that gather'd shape : for it may be That while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! I waited underneath the dawning ...
Page 44
... cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen . Then to the bower they came ; Naked they came to that smooth - swarded bower , And at their feet the crocus brake like fire , Violet , amaracus , and asphodel , Lotos ...
... cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen . Then to the bower they came ; Naked they came to that smooth - swarded bower , And at their feet the crocus brake like fire , Violet , amaracus , and asphodel , Lotos ...
Page 46
... cloud , and lean'd Upon him , slowly dropping fragrant dew . Then first I heard the voice of her to whom , Coming thro ' heaven , like a light that grows Larger and clearer , with one mind the gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris ...
... cloud , and lean'd Upon him , slowly dropping fragrant dew . Then first I heard the voice of her to whom , Coming thro ' heaven , like a light that grows Larger and clearer , with one mind the gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris ...
Page 52
... 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 culmine , mater ! 52 TENNYSON .
... 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 culmine , mater ! 52 TENNYSON .