Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... HASTINGS , 35 , 59 , 75 , 171 , 261 , 265 , 275 , 291 , 309 , 329 , 341 , 359 , 387 , 409 , 425 , 445 . CULLINAN , MAXWELL CORMAC , 7 , 29 , 47 , 65 , 95 , 115 , 185 , 197 , 259 , 343 , 369 . DAVIES , JOHN FLETCHER , 3 , 37 , 57 , 77 ...
... HASTINGS , 35 , 59 , 75 , 171 , 261 , 265 , 275 , 291 , 309 , 329 , 341 , 359 , 387 , 409 , 425 , 445 . CULLINAN , MAXWELL CORMAC , 7 , 29 , 47 , 65 , 95 , 115 , 185 , 197 , 259 , 343 , 369 . DAVIES , JOHN FLETCHER , 3 , 37 , 57 , 77 ...
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... βροτῶν τυφλὴ βάσις , τοιοῦδ ̓ ὑφηγητῆρος ἐξηρτημένη , εὑροῦσα διαν παῦλαν ἐκλήξη πόνων . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . ' YOU ARE A SHALLOW , COWARDLY HIND , AND 1 2 COWPER - ADDRESS TO THE STARS . 35 Ω ΝΥΞ ΜΕΛΑΙΝΑ, ΧΡΥΣΕΩΝ ΑΣΤΡΩΝ ΤΡΟΦΕ ...
... βροτῶν τυφλὴ βάσις , τοιοῦδ ̓ ὑφηγητῆρος ἐξηρτημένη , εὑροῦσα διαν παῦλαν ἐκλήξη πόνων . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . ' YOU ARE A SHALLOW , COWARDLY HIND , AND 1 2 COWPER - ADDRESS TO THE STARS . 35 Ω ΝΥΞ ΜΕΛΑΙΝΑ, ΧΡΥΣΕΩΝ ΑΣΤΡΩΝ ΤΡΟΦΕ ...
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... ἠλοκισμένον μακρῷ φαιδρωπὸν ἐξεφαίνετ ̓ ὀμμάτων δ ̓ ἀπὸ πληρουμένων ἤστραπτε πῦρ νεανικόν ἐγὼ δὲ θαμβῶν γονυπετεῖς ἕδρας πίτνω . HASTINGS CROSSLEY GLOSTER . Now is the winter of our discontent Made TALFOURD - THE RETURN . 19 61.
... ἠλοκισμένον μακρῷ φαιδρωπὸν ἐξεφαίνετ ̓ ὀμμάτων δ ̓ ἀπὸ πληρουμένων ἤστραπτε πῦρ νεανικόν ἐγὼ δὲ θαμβῶν γονυπετεῖς ἕδρας πίτνω . HASTINGS CROSSLEY GLOSTER . Now is the winter of our discontent Made TALFOURD - THE RETURN . 19 61.
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... , γηρυν οὐκ εὐάγγελον στόνων ἀφέντα κἀπινώτιον ξύλον ὄνοισι δήσας , οἷσι κωδωνόκροτοι λάμπουσι θύσανοι , νόστιμον πέμπει στόλον . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . ET PROPTER VITAM VIVENDI PERDERE CAUSAS . TALBOT - JOHN LONGFELLOW - TORQUEMADA , 75.
... , γηρυν οὐκ εὐάγγελον στόνων ἀφέντα κἀπινώτιον ξύλον ὄνοισι δήσας , οἷσι κωδωνόκροτοι λάμπουσι θύσανοι , νόστιμον πέμπει στόλον . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . ET PROPTER VITAM VIVENDI PERDERE CAUSAS . TALBOT - JOHN LONGFELLOW - TORQUEMADA , 75.
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... , καίπερ μαθόντος , οὐχ ὁμιλητὸν βροτοῖς , δόμων πετραίων τῶνδ ̓ ἔσω , μείζω πάθους δεδρακόθ ̓ εἴργω σ ' , ἀξιωτάτην δίκην . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . UTILIUM SAGAX RERUM . THREE children sliding on the ice SHAKSPEARE - THE TEMPEST . 171.
... , καίπερ μαθόντος , οὐχ ὁμιλητὸν βροτοῖς , δόμων πετραίων τῶνδ ̓ ἔσω , μείζω πάθους δεδρακόθ ̓ εἴργω σ ' , ἀξιωτάτην δίκην . HASTINGS CROSSLEY . UTILIUM SAGAX RERUM . THREE children sliding on the ice SHAKSPEARE - THE TEMPEST . 171.
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