Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1862 - 203 ページ |
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... tell of ; ) My passion was a byword through The town she was , of course , the belle of : Oh sweet - as to the toilworn man The far - off sound of rippling river ; As to cadets in Hindostan The fleeting remnant of their liver- To me was ...
... tell of ; ) My passion was a byword through The town she was , of course , the belle of : Oh sweet - as to the toilworn man The far - off sound of rippling river ; As to cadets in Hindostan The fleeting remnant of their liver- To me was ...
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... tell the swallows How she will pipe and trill , When , some fine day , she follows Those birds to the window - sill ? And oh has Albert faded From Grace's memory yet ? Albert , whose " brow was shaded By locks of glossiest jet , " Whom ...
... tell the swallows How she will pipe and trill , When , some fine day , she follows Those birds to the window - sill ? And oh has Albert faded From Grace's memory yet ? Albert , whose " brow was shaded By locks of glossiest jet , " Whom ...
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... Tell me I may tell the chymist Nor to make that arsenic up ! Else , this heart shall soon cease throbbing ; And when , musing o'er my bones , Travellers ask , " Who killed Cock Robin ? " They'll be told , " Miss Sarah J — s . ” 25 A , B ...
... Tell me I may tell the chymist Nor to make that arsenic up ! Else , this heart shall soon cease throbbing ; And when , musing o'er my bones , Travellers ask , " Who killed Cock Robin ? " They'll be told , " Miss Sarah J — s . ” 25 A , B ...
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... tell That word's real force - my only lurking fear is That the great Gammer " didna ken hersel : ” ( I've precedent , yet feel I owe apology For passing in this way to Scottish phraseology . ) Also , dear Madam , I must ask your pardon ...
... tell That word's real force - my only lurking fear is That the great Gammer " didna ken hersel : ” ( I've precedent , yet feel I owe apology For passing in this way to Scottish phraseology . ) Also , dear Madam , I must ask your pardon ...
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... tell thee what thou art to me ! But ever dwells the soft voice in my ear , Whispering of what Time is , what Man might be , Would he but " do the duty that lies near , " And cut clubs , cards , champagne , balls , billiard- rooms , and ...
... tell thee what thou art to me ! But ever dwells the soft voice in my ear , Whispering of what Time is , what Man might be , Would he but " do the duty that lies near , " And cut clubs , cards , champagne , balls , billiard- rooms , and ...
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caput caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower FRONDES EST UBI gaze gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt tibi tuam UBI DECIDANT unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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114 ページ - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
110 ページ - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
126 ページ - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
120 ページ - Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake : "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Anow of such as, for their bellies...
122 ページ - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
116 ページ - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
118 ページ - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
124 ページ - Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
128 ページ - ... his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
110 ページ - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...