Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... singing on the tree , Everything was bright and glowing When the angels came for thee . Death had laid aside his terror , And he found thee calm and mild , Lying in thy robes of whiteness , Like a pure and stainless child . Hardly had ...
... singing on the tree , Everything was bright and glowing When the angels came for thee . Death had laid aside his terror , And he found thee calm and mild , Lying in thy robes of whiteness , Like a pure and stainless child . Hardly had ...
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... was kind and fair . And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly , Ah ! many's the time and oft ! But mirth is turned to melancholy , For Tom is gone aloft . ΕΥΔΕ , ΦΙΛΑ ΨΥΧΑ . ὁλκὰς ἄτ ̓ ἀμφίκλαστος ̓Αμύντιχος ἐνθάδε 136 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... was kind and fair . And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly , Ah ! many's the time and oft ! But mirth is turned to melancholy , For Tom is gone aloft . ΕΥΔΕ , ΦΙΛΑ ΨΥΧΑ . ὁλκὰς ἄτ ̓ ἀμφίκλαστος ̓Αμύντιχος ἐνθάδε 136 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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... sing His power and His love ; Our Shield and Defender , the Ancient of days , Pavilion'd in splendour , and girded with praise . O tell of His might , O sing of His grace , Whose robe is the light , whose canopy space ; His chariots of ...
... sing His power and His love ; Our Shield and Defender , the Ancient of days , Pavilion'd in splendour , and girded with praise . O tell of His might , O sing of His grace , Whose robe is the light , whose canopy space ; His chariots of ...
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... sing , For in the wilderness shall burst forth waters , And torrents in the desert : And in the haunt of the dragon shall spring forth The grass , with the reed and the bulrush . No lion shall be there , nor any ravenous beast : But the ...
... sing , For in the wilderness shall burst forth waters , And torrents in the desert : And in the haunt of the dragon shall spring forth The grass , with the reed and the bulrush . No lion shall be there , nor any ravenous beast : But the ...
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... eternal . Round about him fair Bacchantes , Bearing cymbals , flutes , and thyrses , Wild from Naxian groves , or Zante's Vineyards , sing delirious verses . ΙΗΣΙ ΣΕΠΤΟΝ ΝΕΙΛΟΣ ΕΥΠΟΤΟΝ ΡΕΟΣ . hospes , sodalem me 316 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... eternal . Round about him fair Bacchantes , Bearing cymbals , flutes , and thyrses , Wild from Naxian groves , or Zante's Vineyards , sing delirious verses . ΙΗΣΙ ΣΕΠΤΟΝ ΝΕΙΛΟΣ ΕΥΠΟΤΟΝ ΡΕΟΣ . hospes , sodalem me 316 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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