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The Scian and the Teian muse , The hero ' s harp , the lover ' s lute , Have found
the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which
echo further west Than your sires ' · Islands of the Bless ' d . ' THE ISLES OF ...
The Scian and the Teian muse , The hero ' s harp , the lover ' s lute , Have found
the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which
echo further west Than your sires ' · Islands of the Bless ' d . ' THE ISLES OF ...
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... γά τε και πόντος φέρετ ' ένθα νάσοι κάλλεϊ στέφουσιν ανάριθμοι κρυστάλλινον
οίδημα θέσκελαι νάσοι , παρά ταϊσι καλά πάντα , πλήν ανδρών γενεάς , τέθαλε
βοτρύων εκεί γάνος , άλίω χρυσοίο γενεθλον , σο ' Tis something , in the dearth of
fame ,
... γά τε και πόντος φέρετ ' ένθα νάσοι κάλλεϊ στέφουσιν ανάριθμοι κρυστάλλινον
οίδημα θέσκελαι νάσοι , παρά ταϊσι καλά πάντα , πλήν ανδρών γενεάς , τέθαλε
βοτρύων εκεί γάνος , άλίω χρυσοίο γενεθλον , σο ' Tis something , in the dearth of
fame ,
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Tis something , in the dearth of fame , Though link ' d among a fetter ' d race , To
feel at least a patriot ' s shame , Even as I sing , suffuse my face ; For what is left
the poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o ' er ...
Tis something , in the dearth of fame , Though link ' d among a fetter ' d race , To
feel at least a patriot ' s shame , Even as I sing , suffuse my face ; For what is left
the poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o ' er ...
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Oh , there ' s nothing half so sweet in life As love ' s young dream . Though the
bard to purer fame may soar When wild youth ' s past ; Though he win the wise
who frown ' d before To smile at last ; THE SAME TRANSLATED . Οίμοι ,
πέφευγεν ...
Oh , there ' s nothing half so sweet in life As love ' s young dream . Though the
bard to purer fame may soar When wild youth ' s past ; Though he win the wise
who frown ' d before To smile at last ; THE SAME TRANSLATED . Οίμοι ,
πέφευγεν ...
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He ' ll never meet A joy so sweet In all his noon of fame , As when first he sang to
woman ' s ear His soul - felt flame ; And at every close she blush ' d to hear The
one loved name . Oh , that hallow ' d form is ne ' er forgot Which first love traced !
He ' ll never meet A joy so sweet In all his noon of fame , As when first he sang to
woman ' s ear His soul - felt flame ; And at every close she blush ' d to hear The
one loved name . Oh , that hallow ' d form is ne ' er forgot Which first love traced !
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alter amor atque aura caput Comus Cuncta Deus divine doth dream earth Ejus etiam eyes fair fall fame father feel Felix give glory hand happy hath Haud hear heart heaven hills honour hour illa illi inter ipse Lady light living Lord manus mihi mille never night nobis Nunc o'er omnia praise quĉ quam quid quis quod Rose sing song soul sound speak spirit summer super sweet tamen tellus terram thee thine thou hast tibi tongue TRANSLATED trees tunc Twas usque wind wings αλλ γαρ ΓΥΝ δε εις εν ήν και ΚΩΜ μεν μοι νύν ου ουκ τε το ως
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Page 100 - The glorious company of the Apostles praise thee. The goodly fellowship of the Prophets praise thee. The noble army of Martyrs praise thee. The holy church throughout all the world doth acknowledge thee, the Father of an infinite majesty : thine honourable, true, and only Son ; also the Holy Ghost the comforter.
Page 8 - What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, " Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! " "Tis but the living who are dumb.
Page 6 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae!
Page 42 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres, till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Page 12 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
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Page 64 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Page 22 - And drenches with Elysian dew (List, mortals, if your ears be true), Beds of hyacinth and roses, Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound...
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| Title | Specimens of Greek and Latin verse: chiefly translations |
| Author | Charles Rann Kennedy |
| Translated by | Charles Rann Kennedy |
| Publisher | H.G. Bohn, 1853 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 18 Mar 2008 |
| Length | 154 pages |
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