Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E. Gladstone1861 |
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Page 42
... thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! He press'd the blossom of his lips to mine , And added ...
... thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! He press'd the blossom of his lips to mine , And added ...
Page 54
... thine , in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet , before I die ! They came , they cut away my tallest pines , My dark , tall pines , that ...
... thine , in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet , before I die ! They came , they cut away my tallest pines , My dark , tall pines , that ...
Page 89
... Whom heaven's high doom hath vanquished . Let be thy grief : these Arms are thine , Arms fashioned by a hand divine , Arms such as never mortal wore . " Ὣς ἄρα φωνήσασα θεὰ κατὰ τεύχε ' ἔθηκε Πρόσθεν ̓Αχιλλῆος TRANSLATION . 89.
... Whom heaven's high doom hath vanquished . Let be thy grief : these Arms are thine , Arms fashioned by a hand divine , Arms such as never mortal wore . " Ὣς ἄρα φωνήσασα θεὰ κατὰ τεύχε ' ἔθηκε Πρόσθεν ̓Αχιλλῆος TRANSLATION . 89.
Page 107
... thine altered faith bewail , His altered gods ; and his unwonted gaze Shall watch the waters darken to the gale In wild amaze . Who now believing gloats on golden charms ; Who hopes thee ever kind and ever void ; Nor , hapless ! knows ...
... thine altered faith bewail , His altered gods ; and his unwonted gaze Shall watch the waters darken to the gale In wild amaze . Who now believing gloats on golden charms ; Who hopes thee ever kind and ever void ; Nor , hapless ! knows ...
Page 117
... Thine , Chanting Hosanna , render sacrifice ; So may we men our human wills resign . Each day give daily manna from the skies , Without the which , in this rough desert place He backward slides who forward busiest hies . And as we ...
... Thine , Chanting Hosanna , render sacrifice ; So may we men our human wills resign . Each day give daily manna from the skies , Without the which , in this rough desert place He backward slides who forward busiest hies . And as we ...