Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... ἀλλ ̓ οὐ γὰρ ἔστιν · πᾶς δ ̓ ἄπειρος ὢν κακῶν παρηγορεῖν τε καὶ φέρειν βουλὴν ἔχει · γεύσῃ δ ̓ ἐπήν τις αὐτόν , οἱ σοφοί λόγοι ὀργὴν ἐγείρουσ ̓ οἵπερ ἤθελον τότε ὀδυνῶν βέβαια δεικνύναι τὰ φάρμακα , δῆσαί τε μανίαν ἐν μίτῳ βομβυκίων ...
... ἀλλ ̓ οὐ γὰρ ἔστιν · πᾶς δ ̓ ἄπειρος ὢν κακῶν παρηγορεῖν τε καὶ φέρειν βουλὴν ἔχει · γεύσῃ δ ̓ ἐπήν τις αὐτόν , οἱ σοφοί λόγοι ὀργὴν ἐγείρουσ ̓ οἵπερ ἤθελον τότε ὀδυνῶν βέβαια δεικνύναι τὰ φάρμακα , δῆσαί τε μανίαν ἐν μίτῳ βομβυκίων ...
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... terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί 6 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί 6 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί ταῦτα ; ποίαν τήνδ ' ἄγεις ἐρημίαν , τοῖς ἄγαν λυπροῖς ὁμιλῶν καρδίας φαντάσμασιν , χρώμενος γνώμαισιν οἵαις , τοῖσδ ̓ ἅμ ̓ ὧν γνώμη πέρι , ξυνθανεῖν θνήσκουσι χρῆν ἄν ...
Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ΚΥΡΙΟΙ ΞΥΝΩΜΟΤΑΙ . Γ . ἀλλ ̓ , ἄναξ , τί ταῦτα ; ποίαν τήνδ ' ἄγεις ἐρημίαν , τοῖς ἄγαν λυπροῖς ὁμιλῶν καρδίας φαντάσμασιν , χρώμενος γνώμαισιν οἵαις , τοῖσδ ̓ ἅμ ̓ ὧν γνώμη πέρι , ξυνθανεῖν θνήσκουσι χρῆν ἄν ...
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... ἀλλ ̓ ἠβαιόν . ἠνίδε τυ θνάσκοισά τυ τὰν πολυπίδακα βωστρῶ . ἦν ὑπ ̓ ἀκρωρείαισι δοκευμένα , ἆμος ἀνίει Αλιος , ἀκροκνέφαια δ ̓ ἄνωθ ̓ ἔστιλβε κάρανα , χὰ πίτυς ἀκροκνέφαιος ἐτέγγετο πρωκὶ ποτόρθρῳ , ἁνίκ ̓ ἀπὸ θρυόεντος ἀμειβόμενον ...
... ἀλλ ̓ ἠβαιόν . ἠνίδε τυ θνάσκοισά τυ τὰν πολυπίδακα βωστρῶ . ἦν ὑπ ̓ ἀκρωρείαισι δοκευμένα , ἆμος ἀνίει Αλιος , ἀκροκνέφαια δ ̓ ἄνωθ ̓ ἔστιλβε κάρανα , χὰ πίτυς ἀκροκνέφαιος ἐτέγγετο πρωκὶ ποτόρθρῳ , ἁνίκ ̓ ἀπὸ θρυόεντος ἀμειβόμενον ...
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... ἀλλ ' ὅ γα χεῖρ ̓ ὤρεξε ( γέλως δέ οἱ εἴχετο χείλευς ) λευκοτέραν γλάγεος , καλὸν δέ τ ̓ ἐδείξατο μᾶλον χρύσεον , Εσπερίδων κάπων ὃ θέημα τέτυκτο , ἀμβροσίας δὲ ποτῶσδεν , ἄφαρ δ ̓ ἐπέων ἀΐοισα ἐκ θυμῶ δέδεμαι , τὰ δέ τοι πλημμυρίδι ἶσα ...
... ἀλλ ' ὅ γα χεῖρ ̓ ὤρεξε ( γέλως δέ οἱ εἴχετο χείλευς ) λευκοτέραν γλάγεος , καλὸν δέ τ ̓ ἐδείξατο μᾶλον χρύσεον , Εσπερίδων κάπων ὃ θέημα τέτυκτο , ἀμβροσίας δὲ ποτῶσδεν , ἄφαρ δ ̓ ἐπέων ἀΐοισα ἐκ θυμῶ δέδεμαι , τὰ δέ τοι πλημμυρίδι ἶσα ...
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