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Look then abroad through nature , to the range Of planets , suns , and
adamantine spheres , Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And
speak , O man ! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate
Thy strong ...
Look then abroad through nature , to the range Of planets , suns , and
adamantine spheres , Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And
speak , O man ! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate
Thy strong ...
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She speaks , yet she says nothing ; What of that ? Her eye discourses ; I will
answer it . I am too bold ; ' tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all
the heaven , Having some business , do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their
spheres ...
She speaks , yet she says nothing ; What of that ? Her eye discourses ; I will
answer it . I am too bold ; ' tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all
the heaven , Having some business , do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their
spheres ...
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She speaks ; - Oh , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this
night , being o ' er my head , As is a wingèd messenger of heaven Unto the white
- upturnèd wondering eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he ...
She speaks ; - Oh , speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this
night , being o ' er my head , As is a wingèd messenger of heaven Unto the white
- upturnèd wondering eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he ...
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... that he raised in you , Ipswich , and Oxford ! one of which fell with him ,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other , though unfinish ' , yet so
famous , So excellent in art , and still so rising , That Christendom shall ever
speak his virtue .
... that he raised in you , Ipswich , and Oxford ! one of which fell with him ,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other , though unfinish ' , yet so
famous , So excellent in art , and still so rising , That Christendom shall ever
speak his virtue .
Page 80
Nor need I write ; to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak ; Oh ! what can idle
words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe ,
That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for
thee ...
Nor need I write ; to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak ; Oh ! what can idle
words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe ,
That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for
thee ...
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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 quæ 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!
Page 54 - Thou makest darkness, that it may be night ; wherein all the beasts of the forest do move. 21 The lions, roaring after their prey, do seek their meat from GOD. 22 The sun ariseth, and they get them away together, and lay them down in their dens. 23 Man goeth forth to his work, and to his labour, until the evening.
Page 26 - Their downy breast; the swan with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet...
Page 10 - On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
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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