Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... mother's hopes lie in one tomb Where Claribel low - lieth But now farewell . I am going a long way Early wert thou taken , Mary Oh , that this too , too solid flesh would melt . Ye quenchless stars ! so eloquently bright Liest thou here ...
... mother's hopes lie in one tomb Where Claribel low - lieth But now farewell . I am going a long way Early wert thou taken , Mary Oh , that this too , too solid flesh would melt . Ye quenchless stars ! so eloquently bright Liest thou here ...
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... mother's hopes lie in one tomb . Translations into Latin . O you chorus of indolent reviewers GOETHE 222 SHAKSPEARE 226 SWINBURNE 230 HOOD 234 SHAKSPEARE 238 HERRICK 238 SHAKSPEARE 240 SHAKSPEARE 246 TENNYSON 248 Where , then , ah ...
... mother's hopes lie in one tomb . Translations into Latin . O you chorus of indolent reviewers GOETHE 222 SHAKSPEARE 226 SWINBURNE 230 HOOD 234 SHAKSPEARE 238 HERRICK 238 SHAKSPEARE 240 SHAKSPEARE 246 TENNYSON 248 Where , then , ah ...
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... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with her shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with her shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
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... εὕδει ἀνία . ὄσσε δεδάκρυνται , μέγα μὰν ποτικάρδιον ἕλκος , πᾶσα δ ̓ ὄλωλ ̓ ὑπ ̓ ἔρωτος , ὑπ ̓ ὀφρύσι δ ̓ ὄμματα ναρκῇ , οὐδ ̓ ἔτ ̓ ἐμὶν μέλεται ζώειν τήνοιο χατεύσα . O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear TENNYSON — OENONE . 13.
... εὕδει ἀνία . ὄσσε δεδάκρυνται , μέγα μὰν ποτικάρδιον ἕλκος , πᾶσα δ ̓ ὄλωλ ̓ ὑπ ̓ ἔρωτος , ὑπ ̓ ὀφρύσι δ ̓ ὄμματα ναρκῇ , οὐδ ̓ ἔτ ̓ ἐμὶν μέλεται ζώειν τήνοιο χατεύσα . O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear TENNYSON — OENONE . 13.
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... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! I waited underneath the dawning hills : Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine : Beautiful Paris , evil - hearted ...
... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die ! I waited underneath the dawning hills : Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine : Beautiful Paris , evil - hearted ...
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