Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 10
... hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows : And turn your faces from the sun . Answer me , if this be done ? ' Tis done . Pour in blood and bloodlike wine , To mother earth and Proserpine : Mingle milk into the stream : Feast the ...
... hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows : And turn your faces from the sun . Answer me , if this be done ? ' Tis done . Pour in blood and bloodlike wine , To mother earth and Proserpine : Mingle milk into the stream : Feast the ...
Page 38
... hair , or seem'd to float , in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness , till the mountain shade Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother ...
... hair , or seem'd to float , in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness , till the mountain shade Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff . " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother ...
Page 42
... hair Cluster'd about his temples like a god's ; And his cheek brighten'd , as the foambow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came . " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ...
... hair Cluster'd about his temples like a god's ; And his cheek brighten'd , as the foambow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came . " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ...
Page 52
... 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 ...
... 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 62
... hair A yard behind . She told him of their tears , And pray'd him , " If they pay this tax , they starve ! " Whereat he star'd , replying , half - amaz'd , " You would not let your little finger ache For such as these ? " " But I would ...
... hair A yard behind . She told him of their tears , And pray'd him , " If they pay this tax , they starve ! " Whereat he star'd , replying , half - amaz'd , " You would not let your little finger ache For such as these ? " " But I would ...