Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 14
... was thin , as voices from the grave : And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . ἀργηστὴν ποταμὸν , μυχόθεν πελάγοσδε ῥέοντα θαύμασαν ἀρχαίας δὲ νιφὸς 14 TENNYSON .
... was thin , as voices from the grave : And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . ἀργηστὴν ποταμὸν , μυχόθεν πελάγοσδε ῥέοντα θαύμασαν ἀρχαίας δὲ νιφὸς 14 TENNYSON .
Page 16
... . Here are cool mosses deep , And thro ' the moss the ivies creep , And in the stream the long - leav'd flowers weep , And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep . οἳ δ ̓ ἐκάθηντο , μεσσηγὺς Φοίβου τε φάους δίας τε 16 TENNYSON .
... . Here are cool mosses deep , And thro ' the moss the ivies creep , And in the stream the long - leav'd flowers weep , And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep . οἳ δ ̓ ἐκάθηντο , μεσσηγὺς Φοίβου τε φάους δίας τε 16 TENNYSON .
Page 44
... deep midnoon : one silvery 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 ...
... deep midnoon : one silvery 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 ...
Page 52
... deep hair Ambrosial , golden round her lucid throat And shoulder : from the violets her light foot Shone rosy - white , and o'er her rounded form , Between the shadows of the vine - bunches , Floated the glowing sunlight , as she moved ...
... deep hair Ambrosial , golden round her lucid throat And shoulder : from the violets her light foot Shone rosy - white , and o'er her rounded form , Between the shadows of the vine - bunches , Floated the glowing sunlight , as she moved ...
Page 66
... deep air listen'd round her as she rode , And all the low wind hardly breath'd for fear . The little wide - mouth'd heads upon the spout Had cunning eyes to see : the barking cur Made her cheek flame : her palfrey's footfall shot Light ...
... deep air listen'd round her as she rode , And all the low wind hardly breath'd for fear . The little wide - mouth'd heads upon the spout Had cunning eyes to see : the barking cur Made her cheek flame : her palfrey's footfall shot Light ...