Reddenda; or, Passages with parallel hints for translation into Latin prose and verseG. Bell, 1853 - 130 páginas |
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... pure and holy , Which even the mourner may allure , And chase away his melancholy , Or lessen , if they cannot cure . Into ELEGIACS . I. J. Bush . We men are not born to flutter lightly in the air , as the light insect flits in the ...
... pure and holy , Which even the mourner may allure , And chase away his melancholy , Or lessen , if they cannot cure . Into ELEGIACS . I. J. Bush . We men are not born to flutter lightly in the air , as the light insect flits in the ...
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... pure and sincere pleasure ; hence too there shall be that by which the mourner may be allured . This will be able to dispel the silent sorrow of the mind ; if it cannot remove , it will lighten its sad burden . II . In- I can stifle any ...
... pure and sincere pleasure ; hence too there shall be that by which the mourner may be allured . This will be able to dispel the silent sorrow of the mind ; if it cannot remove , it will lighten its sad burden . II . In- I can stifle any ...
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... pure ather my enthralled mind hung in melodious meshes . Not thus to mortal harp did voice of song- ster modulated answer ! Say , Thou , O dearest Prophet , this sound , this sign , why should it not be given to me as an omen ? To ...
... pure ather my enthralled mind hung in melodious meshes . Not thus to mortal harp did voice of song- ster modulated answer ! Say , Thou , O dearest Prophet , this sound , this sign , why should it not be given to me as an omen ? To ...
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... pure Virtue sits on her throne , glorious in the triumphs of fame ; Libitina , if she strike the mortal body , cannot injure the honourable name . Whatever the lot of his life may have brought to any one , whatever it may bring in the ...
... pure Virtue sits on her throne , glorious in the triumphs of fame ; Libitina , if she strike the mortal body , cannot injure the honourable name . Whatever the lot of his life may have brought to any one , whatever it may bring in the ...
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... pure image of the Goddess calm your breast , who by her influence kindly re- gulates your courses . But under the sway of the moon the wave moves its thrice - ample breast , as pain agitates the stricken heart of man . There are whom ...
... pure image of the Goddess calm your breast , who by her influence kindly re- gulates your courses . But under the sway of the moon the wave moves its thrice - ample breast , as pain agitates the stricken heart of man . There are whom ...
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Reddenda; Or, Passages with Parallel Hints for Translation Into Latin Prose ... Fred. E. Gretton Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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Términos y frases comunes
afar ALCAICS bands bears beauty beneath birds blue borne bosom bound breast breath breeze bright bring brow changed clouds comes course dark death delight earth ELEGIACS eyes fair fall fear fields fire flame flowers garlands gathering give given glittering glow Goddess green hand head hear heart heaven hence HEXAMETERS honour hope hour increases Italy land laws less lies light literally rendered live melody mind moon morn mountain murmurs nature never night notes o'er ocean passed peace plain pleasure PROSE pure purple rage remain repose rest rich rise river rocks seek shades shines shore side sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound Spring stars stream sway sweet thee things thou thousand tree voice waters waves wild winds wing woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Página 55 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and...
Página 46 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 87 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 30 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 43 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 7 - Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down ; Virginius caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown. And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, " Farewell, sweet child, farewell ! Oh ! how I loved my darling ! Though stern I sometimes be, To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
Página 80 - And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly hunter, lifting a bright eye Up towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport : And hence, a beaming Goddess with her Nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multiplied from rock or cave) Swept in the storm of chase ; as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are...
Página 28 - The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds', the birds', the ocean floods', The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Página 50 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...