Exercitationes iambicæ; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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... flowers , unhappy , Knows not that there is no return back to Morn ! And then the day is - at - noon , but the boy , to- manhood - growing , Is forgetful of Time ; and one form only 10 From flowery bowers ( casting11 ) , A ( gentle10 ) ...
... flowers , unhappy , Knows not that there is no return back to Morn ! And then the day is - at - noon , but the boy , to- manhood - growing , Is forgetful of Time ; and one form only 10 From flowery bowers ( casting11 ) , A ( gentle10 ) ...
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... 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 . O ! holy eye of Night , from thee having 98.
... 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 . O ! holy eye of Night , from thee having 98.
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... crystal streams , And sweet flowers send forth fragrant juices , And winds , shaking lofty foliage of woods , 10 Awake deep voice of oaks . EXERCISE IX . The same , continued . And rivers 7-2 99 O! holy eye of Night, from thee having...
... crystal streams , And sweet flowers send forth fragrant juices , And winds , shaking lofty foliage of woods , 10 Awake deep voice of oaks . EXERCISE IX . The same , continued . And rivers 7-2 99 O! holy eye of Night, from thee having...
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... flower - cups That blossom even now : the winter - tide Cometh to thee and them , and shall it find Thy sunshine blighted and thy summer gone , And for the after - bees no honey hived ? TIME hath three daughters ; one with drooping head ...
... flower - cups That blossom even now : the winter - tide Cometh to thee and them , and shall it find Thy sunshine blighted and thy summer gone , And for the after - bees no honey hived ? TIME hath three daughters ; one with drooping head ...
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... flower among leaves Shed on the ground , could boast that he had found it ? Or who ever , in the nest bereft of young , Could find the beauty of spotted eggs ... flowers - hemlock , I mean , And one , the last , doth with averted face 133.
... flower among leaves Shed on the ground , could boast that he had found it ? Or who ever , in the nest bereft of young , Could find the beauty of spotted eggs ... flowers - hemlock , I mean , And one , the last , doth with averted face 133.
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.