Specimens of Greek and Latin verse: chiefly translations |
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16 . . FROM MILTON ' s Comus . . . . . . . . . . . . - Milton ' s PARADISE Lost , Book
VII . . . . . SONG , BY MOORE . . . . . . . . . . . . FROM AKENSIDE . . . . . . . . . . . . Song ,
' to . . . . . . 34 . · · · SONG , BY MOORE . . . . . . . . FROM ROMEO AND JULIET .
16 . . FROM MILTON ' s Comus . . . . . . . . . . . . - Milton ' s PARADISE Lost , Book
VII . . . . . SONG , BY MOORE . . . . . . . . . . . . FROM AKENSIDE . . . . . . . . . . . . Song ,
' to . . . . . . 34 . · · · SONG , BY MOORE . . . . . . . . FROM ROMEO AND JULIET .
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We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon ' s song divine : He
served — but served PolycratesA tyrant : but our masters then Were still , at least ,
our countrymen . ασπέτοις έρευγόμενον θυέλλαις καππέδον κυλίνδεται . " Ήριπες
τυ ...
We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon ' s song divine : He
served — but served PolycratesA tyrant : but our masters then Were still , at least ,
our countrymen . ασπέτοις έρευγόμενον θυέλλαις καππέδον κυλίνδεται . " Ήριπες
τυ ...
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So steers the prudent crane Her annual voyage , borne on winds ; the air Floats ,
as they pass , fann ' d with unnumber ' d plumes : From branch to branch the
smaller birds with songs Solaced the woods , and spread their painted wings Till
...
So steers the prudent crane Her annual voyage , borne on winds ; the air Floats ,
as they pass , fann ' d with unnumber ' d plumes : From branch to branch the
smaller birds with songs Solaced the woods , and spread their painted wings Till
...
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... Viribus alarum conniti , et findere nubes . Ast aliæ terrâ incedunt ; cristatus in
illis Gallus , qui lituo taciturnas nuntiat horas Claricitans ; caudamque trahit
formosior alter , Centum quæ radiat stellis , velut iride cælum . SONG , BY
MOORE .
... Viribus alarum conniti , et findere nubes . Ast aliæ terrâ incedunt ; cristatus in
illis Gallus , qui lituo taciturnas nuntiat horas Claricitans ; caudamque trahit
formosior alter , Centum quæ radiat stellis , velut iride cælum . SONG , BY
MOORE .
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SONG , BY MOORE . Oh the days are gone when beauty bright My heart ' s chain
wove , When my dream of life from morn till night Was love , still love . New hope
may bloom , And days may come Of milder , calmer beam , But there ' s nothing ...
SONG , BY MOORE . Oh the days are gone when beauty bright My heart ' s chain
wove , When my dream of life from morn till night Was love , still love . New hope
may bloom , And days may come Of milder , calmer beam , But there ' s nothing ...
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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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