Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... never was more en- couraged than it is now . But verse - writing does not , and never did , hold with us anything like the place which it used to hold in the Cambridge Tripos . Scholarships , Senior Moderatorships , even Fellowships ...
... never was more en- couraged than it is now . But verse - writing does not , and never did , hold with us anything like the place which it used to hold in the Cambridge Tripos . Scholarships , Senior Moderatorships , even Fellowships ...
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... never yet philosopher That could endure the tooth - ache patiently ; However they have writ the style of gods , And made a push at chance and sufferance . SHAKSPEARE . ἐμέθυσεν , εἴ που γῆς τοιοῦτος ἔστ ' ἀνήρ , DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... never yet philosopher That could endure the tooth - ache patiently ; However they have writ the style of gods , And made a push at chance and sufferance . SHAKSPEARE . ἐμέθυσεν , εἴ που γῆς τοιοῦτος ἔστ ' ἀνήρ , DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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... never will in other climate grow , My early visitation , and my last At even , which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud , and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun , or rank Your tribes , and water from the ...
... never will in other climate grow , My early visitation , and my last At even , which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud , and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun , or rank Your tribes , and water from the ...
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... never grow . G. Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here ...
... never grow . G. Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here ...
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... never did such deeds in arms , as I have done this day . I have paid Percy , I have made him sure . P. He is , indeed ; and living to kill thee . I prithee lend me thy sword . F. Nay , before God , Hal , if Percy be alive , thou get'st ...
... never did such deeds in arms , as I have done this day . I have paid Percy , I have made him sure . P. He is , indeed ; and living to kill thee . I prithee lend me thy sword . F. Nay , before God , Hal , if Percy be alive , thou get'st ...
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