Palæstra musarum; or, Materials for translation into Greek verse, selected by B.H. Kennedy |
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2. oldal
Better is silence than to speak in vain . Of a sick soul the remedy is speech . 12 .
An inconsiderate man is caught by pleasure . Twice to commit the same fault
marks the unwise . Occasion is the cause of many things . God doth not close his
ear ...
Better is silence than to speak in vain . Of a sick soul the remedy is speech . 12 .
An inconsiderate man is caught by pleasure . Twice to commit the same fault
marks the unwise . Occasion is the cause of many things . God doth not close his
ear ...
18. oldal
Could every drunkard , ere he sits to dine , Feel in his head the dizzy fumes of
wine , No more would Bacchus chain the willing soul , But loathing horror shun
the poison ' d bowl : But frantic joy foreruns the pains of fate , And real good we ...
Could every drunkard , ere he sits to dine , Feel in his head the dizzy fumes of
wine , No more would Bacchus chain the willing soul , But loathing horror shun
the poison ' d bowl : But frantic joy foreruns the pains of fate , And real good we ...
20. oldal
Fierce and deadly was the anguish On the bitter cross He bore ; How did soul
and body languish , Till the toil of death was o ' er ! But that toil , so fierce and
dread , Bruis ' d and crush ' d the serpent ' s head . 139 , 138 . Close and still the ...
Fierce and deadly was the anguish On the bitter cross He bore ; How did soul
and body languish , Till the toil of death was o ' er ! But that toil , so fierce and
dread , Bruis ' d and crush ' d the serpent ' s head . 139 , 138 . Close and still the ...
26. oldal
The tyrant Love invades not man alone Or woman , but with tumult fills the souls
Of the immortal powers in heaven above , And enters the recesses of the deep ;
Nor , though omnipotent , can Jove himself Control this victor , but to his behests
...
The tyrant Love invades not man alone Or woman , but with tumult fills the souls
Of the immortal powers in heaven above , And enters the recesses of the deep ;
Nor , though omnipotent , can Jove himself Control this victor , but to his behests
...
29. oldal
Thou summonest To the storm of battle , thou that dost invite With stern and
welcome importunity The warrior soul to that high festival , Where Valour with his
armed hand administers The cup of death . 181 . A man of sin diggeth up evil ; He
...
Thou summonest To the storm of battle , thou that dost invite With stern and
welcome importunity The warrior soul to that high festival , Where Valour with his
armed hand administers The cup of death . 181 . A man of sin diggeth up evil ; He
...
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193. oldal - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
152. oldal - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
231. oldal - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
330. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
162. oldal - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
157. oldal - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats...
313. oldal - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant...
207. oldal - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare ', good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
91. oldal - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
224. oldal - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard : no man cried, God save him...