Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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... o'er the dark - blue sea . Death is the end of life : ah , why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone . Time driveth onward fast , And in a little while our lips are dumb . Let us alone . What is it that will last ? All things are ...
... o'er the dark - blue sea . Death is the end of life : ah , why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone . Time driveth onward fast , And in a little while our lips are dumb . Let us alone . What is it that will last ? All things are ...
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... o'er the ground , And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired : The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each ...
... o'er the ground , And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired : The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each ...
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... o'er him flow'd a 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 ...
... o'er him flow'd a 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 ...
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... o'er her rounded form , Between the shadows of the vine - bunches , Floated the glowing sunlight , as she moved . “ Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! She , with a subtle smile in her mild eye , The herald of her triumph , drawing ...
... o'er her rounded form , Between the shadows of the vine - bunches , Floated the glowing sunlight , as she moved . “ Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! She , with a subtle smile in her mild eye , The herald of her triumph , drawing ...
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... O'er Helle's teeming main . And , if Poseidon give his grace , Then , with but three revolving days , I see my home again ; My home of plenty , that I left To fight with Troy ; of sense bereft . " The Boast of Achilles . IL . IX . 650 ...
... O'er Helle's teeming main . And , if Poseidon give his grace , Then , with but three revolving days , I see my home again ; My home of plenty , that I left To fight with Troy ; of sense bereft . " The Boast of Achilles . IL . IX . 650 ...