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... TURN HITHERWARD OUR BARK . " 140 CARMEN SECULARE 144 ... TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE : TO A SHIP 152 TO VIRGIL 154 ... TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA 156 To IBYCUS'S WIFE 158 SORACTE 160 TO LEUCONÖE 162 JUNO'S SPEECH To A FAUN ... TO LYCE TO ...
... TURN HITHERWARD OUR BARK . " 140 CARMEN SECULARE 144 ... TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE : TO A SHIP 152 TO VIRGIL 154 ... TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA 156 To IBYCUS'S WIFE 158 SORACTE 160 TO LEUCONÖE 162 JUNO'S SPEECH To A FAUN ... TO LYCE TO ...
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... turns the wholesome cane Till our young skins became as leather : And carved our names on every desk , And tore our clothes , and inked our collars ; And looked unique and picturesque , But not , it may be , model scholars . We did much ...
... turns the wholesome cane Till our young skins became as leather : And carved our names on every desk , And tore our clothes , and inked our collars ; And looked unique and picturesque , But not , it may be , model scholars . We did much ...
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... Turn up at the thought of " swipes ! " Ale , occasionally claret , - Graced my luncheon then ; -and now I drink porter in a garret , To be paid for heaven knows how . When the evening shades are deepened , And I doff my hat and gloves ...
... Turn up at the thought of " swipes ! " Ale , occasionally claret , - Graced my luncheon then ; -and now I drink porter in a garret , To be paid for heaven knows how . When the evening shades are deepened , And I doff my hat and gloves ...
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... turn , " ) When first he saw the sun gild thy green shores , Lucerne ? And years have past , and I have gazed once more On blue lakes glistening beneath mountains blue ; And all seemed sadder , lovelier than before— For all awakened ...
... turn , " ) When first he saw the sun gild thy green shores , Lucerne ? And years have past , and I have gazed once more On blue lakes glistening beneath mountains blue ; And all seemed sadder , lovelier than before— For all awakened ...
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... tower of Trinity , From the green gate of Caius : The wily bargeman marks them , And swears to do his worst ; To turn to impotence their strength , And their beauty to my first . But before Corpus gateway My second first arose , When.
... tower of Trinity , From the green gate of Caius : The wily bargeman marks them , And swears to do his worst ; To turn to impotence their strength , And their beauty to my first . But before Corpus gateway My second first arose , When.
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Apollo Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens gaze Gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter lawns light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt Thro tibi tuam unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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Page 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Page 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 124 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 114 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Page 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
Page 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.