Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... smiles to - day to - morrow dies Had'st thou no poison mix'd , no sharp - ground knife Then tenfold round the body The roar of battle rose The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . Meine Ruh ' ist hin Abhorred slave , Which ...
... smiles to - day to - morrow dies Had'st thou no poison mix'd , no sharp - ground knife Then tenfold round the body The roar of battle rose The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places . Meine Ruh ' ist hin Abhorred slave , Which ...
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... every lineament , branch , shape , and form : If such a one will smile , and stroke his beard , And , sorrow , wag ! ' cry : hem , when he should groan ; EPICURUS NIHILI FACIT DOLOREM . Α . ταῦτ ̓ ἢν γένηται 2 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
... every lineament , branch , shape , and form : If such a one will smile , and stroke his beard , And , sorrow , wag ! ' cry : hem , when he should groan ; EPICURUS NIHILI FACIT DOLOREM . Α . ταῦτ ̓ ἢν γένηται 2 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS .
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... innocency and terms of zeal— My father , in kind heart and pity mov'd , Swore him assistance , and perform'd it , too . Now , when the lords and barons of the realm ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' 36 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS . 36.
... innocency and terms of zeal— My father , in kind heart and pity mov'd , Swore him assistance , and perform'd it , too . Now , when the lords and barons of the realm ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' 36 DUBLIN TRANSLATIONS . 36.
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Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' ΟΖΟΠΥΡΟΣ . ἀλλ ̓ εὖ δίδωσι · τὸν δ ̓ ἄνακτ ̓ ἔγνωχ ̓ ὅτι τὸ μὲν προτείνειν ἐκτελεῖν δ ̓ ἐπίσταται καιρῷ τὰ δῶρ ̓ ἔγνωκα δ ̓ ὡς τοὐμοῦ πατρός , πατρὸς δ ̓ ἀδελφοῦ ...
Robert Yelverton Tyrrell. ' THIS KING OF SMILES , THIS BOLINGBROKE . ' ΟΖΟΠΥΡΟΣ . ἀλλ ̓ εὖ δίδωσι · τὸν δ ̓ ἄνακτ ̓ ἔγνωχ ̓ ὅτι τὸ μὲν προτείνειν ἐκτελεῖν δ ̓ ἐπίσταται καιρῷ τὰ δῶρ ̓ ἔγνωκα δ ̓ ὡς τοὐμοῦ πατρός , πατρὸς δ ̓ ἀδελφοῦ ...
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... smiles and glee ; But her heart was tired , tired ; And now they let her be . Her life was turning , turning , In mazes of light and sound ; But for peace her soul was yearning , And now peace laps her round . Her cabin'd , ample spirit ...
... smiles and glee ; But her heart was tired , tired ; And now they let her be . Her life was turning , turning , In mazes of light and sound ; But for peace her soul was yearning , And now peace laps her round . Her cabin'd , ample spirit ...
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