English Verse, Band 5William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Scribner, 1883 |
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... o'er the Gods Zeus ne'er should rule , - Then I with sagest counsel strove to move The Titans , progeny of heaven and earth , But strove in vain : for they , in stubborn souls Of crafty wiles disdainful , thought by force , An easy task ...
... o'er the Gods Zeus ne'er should rule , - Then I with sagest counsel strove to move The Titans , progeny of heaven and earth , But strove in vain : for they , in stubborn souls Of crafty wiles disdainful , thought by force , An easy task ...
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... o'er with grey ; In shape and bearing much resembling thee . Ed . O heavy fate ! How all unknowingly I laid that dreadful curse on my own head ! Foc . How ? I tremble as I gaze on thee , O King ! Ed . The fear appals me that the seer ...
... o'er with grey ; In shape and bearing much resembling thee . Ed . O heavy fate ! How all unknowingly I laid that dreadful curse on my own head ! Foc . How ? I tremble as I gaze on thee , O King ! Ed . The fear appals me that the seer ...
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... o'er him , or by guile ? Mess . Light force subdues to rest the agèd frame . Ed . He perish'd then by some disease , poor soul ! Mess . And also from the fulness of his years . Ed . Ah , my Jocasta ! who again will heed The Pythian ...
... o'er him , or by guile ? Mess . Light force subdues to rest the agèd frame . Ed . He perish'd then by some disease , poor soul ! Mess . And also from the fulness of his years . Ed . Ah , my Jocasta ! who again will heed The Pythian ...
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... o'er all my quivering skin , My eyeballs swim ; with dizzy din My brain reels round ; And cold drops fall ; and tremblings frail Seize every limb ; and grassy pale I grow ; and then - together fail Both sight and sound . JOHN HERMAN ...
... o'er all my quivering skin , My eyeballs swim ; with dizzy din My brain reels round ; And cold drops fall ; and tremblings frail Seize every limb ; and grassy pale I grow ; and then - together fail Both sight and sound . JOHN HERMAN ...
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... o'er ; And found and bound in fetters Threefold the grisly boar ; One dragg'd him at a rope's end Even as a vanquish'd foe , One went behind and drave him And smote him with his bow ; On paced the creature feebly , - He fear'd Cythèra ...
... o'er ; And found and bound in fetters Threefold the grisly boar ; One dragg'd him at a rope's end Even as a vanquish'd foe , One went behind and drave him And smote him with his bow ; On paced the creature feebly , - He fear'd Cythèra ...
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1st Ath 2d Ath ABRAHAM COWLEY Admetus Adonis Æneid ÆSCHYLUS Alhama arms AVIENUS beauty behold beneath born bosom bright brothers Catullus CHORUS Clotaldo dark dead dear death dost doth dream Dryden earth eyes fair fate Faust fear flowers Frithiof's Saga gay-plumed bird gentle George Chapman Gods gold golden grave grief Hakon hand hath hear heart heaven Herc honour Hoop JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN JOHN BOWRING King kiss Lady Laius light lips live Lord Love's maiden Meph Mireio mother Muses of Sicily ne'er Neimar never night o'er poems poet Polybus raise the dirge Rose round sing sleep song sorrow soul sweet tears tell thee Theocritus thine things thou art thou hast thought threads of doom Thyra TORU DUTT translation unto verse Vidrik Verlandson Virgil voice weep wife wild wings young youth Zeus
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Seite 43 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee : All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough, Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently enjoy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Seite 301 - Ah Love ? could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits— and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire.
Seite 301 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows...
Seite 45 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. The sea itself, which one would think Should have but little need of drink, Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy sun (and one would guess...
Seite xvii - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax, for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Seite 42 - How glorióos fall the valiant, sword in hand, In front of battle for their native land ! But oh ! what ills await the wretch that yields, A recreant outcast from his country's fields! The mother whom he loves shall quit her home, An aged father at his side shall roam ; His little ones shall weeping with him go, And a young wife participate his woe ; While scorn'd and scowl'd upon by every face, They pine for food, and beg from place to place.
Seite xvi - How long may it be before this misconception passes away, and it becomes universally acknowledged that the...
Seite 258 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.* * I found it not in my power...
Seite 181 - Large, large affliction unto me and mine it is That one of his majestic bearing, his fair stately form, Should thus be tortured and o'erborne; that this unsparing storm Should wreak its wrath on head like his ! That his great hand, so oft the avenger of the oppressed, Should this chill churlish...
Seite 71 - WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more; The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep Tempt my unquiet mind. — But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst...