Exercitationes iambicæ; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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Página 137
... behold , as with eyes , Scarcely indeed against the violence of waving trees Would I myself have withstood , or hearing this din . And now indeed , unless some terror were present , And the mind unhappy were distracted , I ( should ...
... behold , as with eyes , Scarcely indeed against the violence of waving trees Would I myself have withstood , or hearing this din . And now indeed , unless some terror were present , And the mind unhappy were distracted , I ( should ...
Página 139
... Behold apart from others : pale indeed And white to the view , and it has a downcast eye And tender so as to be scattered by light winds ; And though the dread fury of the showery storm , And hands more fierce than the dread winter Rend ...
... Behold apart from others : pale indeed And white to the view , and it has a downcast eye And tender so as to be scattered by light winds ; And though the dread fury of the showery storm , And hands more fierce than the dread winter Rend ...
Página 141
... behold him ) , And softly , like the melodies of a divine lyre , Mournful he sings : and perchance it were some Itys , But he does not moan the same , though piteous he be . For whosoever hears , does not depart thence , But they lament ...
... behold him ) , And softly , like the melodies of a divine lyre , Mournful he sings : and perchance it were some Itys , But he does not moan the same , though piteous he be . For whosoever hears , does not depart thence , But they lament ...
Página 184
... Behold me then - me for him - life for life I offer - on me let thine anger fall ! Account me man- I for his sake will leave Thy bosom , and this glory next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die Well - pleased : On me let ...
... Behold me then - me for him - life for life I offer - on me let thine anger fall ! Account me man- I for his sake will leave Thy bosom , and this glory next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die Well - pleased : On me let ...
Página 187
... behold And unwilling will lead , and the gods of lower darkness I will cast into captive fetters . Then shalt Thou thyself rejoice , Father , beholding These works with much joy , and I by thy hands Raised up , and triumphing over mine ...
... behold And unwilling will lead , and the gods of lower darkness I will cast into captive fetters . Then shalt Thou thyself rejoice , Father , beholding These works with much joy , and I by thy hands Raised up , and triumphing over mine ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æsch Agam Ajax antepenult Antig aorist Asch Bacch behold BERNARD DRAKE bright cæsura Cambridge Cheltenham Grammar School Choeph circumflex cloth Conf Crasis Crown 8vo dative dead declension Edition enclitic English Notes Esch Eurip EXERCISE VIII eyes F. D. MAURICE Fellow of St flowers Frag genitive Gram grave Greek grief hand hath heart heaven Hipp Iambic immortal Introd Jelf's Gr John's College last syllable light LINE EXERCISE M.A. Fellow mortals mourn night paraphrased Passage penult Pers Phil Phoen plural Prodelision rejoice Samson Agonistes Schools short song Soph soul stream Supp sweet thee thou tomb Trach Troad verbs verse vowel winds word ἀλλ ἂν γὰρ δὲ εἰ ἐκ ἐν ἐξ ἐς ἦν καὶ κακῶν μὲν μὴ μοι οὐ οὐκ πρὸς τὰ τε τὴν τί τὸ τοῖς τὸν τοῦ ὡς
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Página 98 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Página 110 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 140 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Página 142 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Página 216 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee...
Página 140 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Página 106 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Página 88 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Página 100 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Página 164 - The Slave's Dream BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.