Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 28
... 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 , and flaming towns , and sinking ...
... 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 , and flaming towns , and sinking ...
Page 38
... golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love ; My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all a - weary of my life . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida ...
... golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love ; My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all a - weary of my life . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida ...
Page 46
... golden 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 ...
... golden 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 ...
Page 52
... 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 . “ Dear mother Ida ...
... 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 . “ Dear mother Ida ...
Page 56
... golden 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 ...
... golden 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 ...