Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 14
... fruit , whereof they gave To each , but whoso did receive of them , And taste , to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores : and if his fellow spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the ...
... fruit , whereof they gave To each , but whoso did receive of them , And taste , to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores : and if his fellow spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the ...
Page 42
... fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . ' My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose ...
... fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . ' My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose ...
Page 48
... fruit Out at 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 ...
... fruit Out at 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 ...
Page 56
... fruit upon the board , And bred this change : that I might speak my mind , And tell her , to her face , how much I hate Her presence , hated both of gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die ! Hath he not sworn his love a ...
... fruit upon the board , And bred this change : that I might speak my mind , And tell her , to her face , how much I hate Her presence , hated both of gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die ! Hath he not sworn his love a ...