Exercitationes iambicę; or Progressive exercises in Greek iambic verse |
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... sings A bird unseen , but not remote : Invisible his airy wings , But soft as harp that Houri strings , His long entrancing note ! It were the Bulbul , but his throat , Though mournful , pours not such a strain : For they who listen ...
... sings A bird unseen , but not remote : Invisible his airy wings , But soft as harp that Houri strings , His long entrancing note ! It were the Bulbul , but his throat , Though mournful , pours not such a strain : For they who listen ...
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... sings : and perchance it were some Itys , But he does not moan the same , though piteous he be . For whosoever hears , does not depart thence , But they lament each continuously , by evil Love as if deceived : but nevertheless a sweet ...
... sings : and perchance it were some Itys , But he does not moan the same , though piteous he be . For whosoever hears , does not depart thence , But they lament each continuously , by evil Love as if deceived : but nevertheless a sweet ...
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... - hazel ; whilst , aloud , From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft repeated stroke , Sounds from the thrashing floor the busy flail . EXERCISE XIII . The same passage , continued . Now 156.
... - hazel ; whilst , aloud , From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft repeated stroke , Sounds from the thrashing floor the busy flail . EXERCISE XIII . The same passage , continued . Now 156.
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... Sing a dirge with victory - exulting joy ! Utter a dirge ! for my son , having died gloriously , Hath gained , as he deserved , a noble grave , And carries with him his sword as a bridal com- panion in his tomb ; And cherishing a spirit ...
... Sing a dirge with victory - exulting joy ! Utter a dirge ! for my son , having died gloriously , Hath gained , as he deserved , a noble grave , And carries with him his sword as a bridal com- panion in his tomb ; And cherishing a spirit ...
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... Sing them upon the sunny hills , When days are long and bright , And the blue gleam of shining rills Is loveliest to the sight ! Sing them along the misty moor Where ancient hunters roved , And swell them through the torrent's roar ...
... Sing them upon the sunny hills , When days are long and bright , And the blue gleam of shining rills Is loveliest to the sight ! Sing them along the misty moor Where ancient hunters roved , And swell them through the torrent's roar ...
Common terms and phrases
accent Ęsch Agam Ajax appears Asch Author Bacch bear beauty behold breath bright Cambridge cloth comes Conf continued Crasis Crown 8vo dark dead death deep earth Edition English Notes Esch Eurip Examples EXERCISE eyes father fear Fellow of St flowers Gram grave Greek grief hand hath head hear heart heaven History Introd Introduction Jelf's Gr John's College land last syllable late leave light LINE living look M.A. Fellow mind mortals mourn nature night numerous once original paraphrased pass Passage Pers Phil present remains rule Schools short Sing song Soph soul sound spirit stand stream Supp sweet syllable Text thee things thou thought tomb Trach Translation Trinity turn verse voice vowel winds γὰρ ἐν καὶ πρὸς τε τὸ ὡς
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Page 94 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Page 106 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 136 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 138 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 212 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee...
Page 136 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 102 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Page 84 - CALL it not vain ”—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 96 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Page 160 - The Slave's Dream BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.