The Works of Horace: Translated Into English Verse, with a Life and Notes, Volume 2W. Blackwoods, 1881 |
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... keep , whilst I My secret orgies safely ply , Assist me now , now on my foes With all your wrath celestial close ! Whilst , stretched in soothing sleep , amid Their forests grim the beasts lie hid , May all Suburra's mongrels bark At ...
... keep , whilst I My secret orgies safely ply , Assist me now , now on my foes With all your wrath celestial close ! Whilst , stretched in soothing sleep , amid Their forests grim the beasts lie hid , May all Suburra's mongrels bark At ...
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... keeps sure ward , and sharp look - out For all the sheepfolds round , Through drifted snows with ears thrown back , I'm ready , night or day , To follow fearless on the track Of every beast of prey . But you , when you have made the ...
... keeps sure ward , and sharp look - out For all the sheepfolds round , Through drifted snows with ears thrown back , I'm ready , night or day , To follow fearless on the track Of every beast of prey . But you , when you have made the ...
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... keeping this poor heart of mine in a fever . Three winters the woods of their honours have stripped , Since I for Inachia , ceased to be hypped . Good heavens ! I can feel myself blush to the ears , When I think how I drew on my folly ...
... keeping this poor heart of mine in a fever . Three winters the woods of their honours have stripped , Since I for Inachia , ceased to be hypped . Good heavens ! I can feel myself blush to the ears , When I think how I drew on my folly ...
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... keep wrinkled age at bay ! Bring forth a jar of lordly wine , whose years my own can mate , Its ruby juices stained the vats in Torquatus ' consulate ! No word of anything that's sad ; whate'er may be amiss , The Gods belike will change ...
... keep wrinkled age at bay ! Bring forth a jar of lordly wine , whose years my own can mate , Its ruby juices stained the vats in Torquatus ' consulate ! No word of anything that's sad ; whate'er may be amiss , The Gods belike will change ...
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... keep Time with the season - only she doth tarry , June in her eyes , in her heart January . ” Malherbe , in his beautiful poem of condolence to his friend , M. du Perrier , on the loss of a daughter , adopts in one stanza the thought ...
... keep Time with the season - only she doth tarry , June in her eyes , in her heart January . ” Malherbe , in his beautiful poem of condolence to his friend , M. du Perrier , on the loss of a daughter , adopts in one stanza the thought ...
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Aristippus Augustus bard battle of Actium beauty Book Cæsar Campania Catullus Celsus Albinovanus charm Cicero cried DAMASIPPUS Davus dear death delight doth dread Ennius Epistle EPODE eyes fame farm father fear fool Forum genius give gods Greek hand happy hear heart heir hills honour Horace Horace's Julius Cæsar Julius Florus keep king lines live Lucilius Mæcenas miles mind modern Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pain plain play poem poet poet's Pomptine Marshes poor praise pray probably Propertius rich Roman Rome Sabine Satire SATIRE III SATIRE IV slave sleep song soul STERTINIUS sure sweet taste tell Temple Temple of Vesta thee things thou thought Tibullus Tibur TIRESIAS town true Twas Ulysses verse Virgil wealth Whilst wild wine wise words wretched write
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Page 78 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Page 367 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
Page 53 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Page 302 - Garden; the very women of the town; the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles; life awake, if you awake, at all hours of the night; the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street; the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the...
Page 77 - Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink and forget his poverty and remember his misery no more.
Page 40 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Page 74 - How often have I stole forth in the coldest night in January, and found him in the garden, stuck like a dripping statue! There would he kneel to me in the snow, and sneeze and cough so pathetically! he shivering with cold, and I with apprehension! and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me to pity his flame, and glow with mutual ardour! Ah, Julia, that was something like being in love!
Page 296 - Passages which to a boy are but rhetorical commonplaces, neither better nor worse than a hundred others which any clever writer might supply, which he gets by heart and thinks very fine, and imitates, as he thinks, successfully in his own flowing versification, at length come home to him when long years have passed and he has had experience of life, and pierce him as if he had never before known them with their sad earnestness and vivid exactness.