The Works of Horace: Translated Into English Verse, with a Life and Notes, Volume 2W. Blackwoods, 1881 |
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... sure and swift , And vanished , when the robe , her gift , In deadliest venom steeped and dyed , Swept off in flame the new - made bride ? No herb there is , nor root in spot However wild , that I have not ; Yet every common harlot's ...
... sure and swift , And vanished , when the robe , her gift , In deadliest venom steeped and dyed , Swept off in flame the new - made bride ? No herb there is , nor root in spot However wild , that I have not ; Yet every common harlot's ...
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... sure , Thy wandering appetite to cure ; And sooner ' neath the sea the sky Shall sink , and earth upon them lie , Than thou not burn with fierce desire For me , like pitch in sooty fire ! " On this the boy by gentle tones No more ...
... sure , Thy wandering appetite to cure ; And sooner ' neath the sea the sky Shall sink , and earth upon them lie , Than thou not burn with fierce desire For me , like pitch in sooty fire ! " On this the boy by gentle tones No more ...
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... 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 wood With ...
... 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 wood With ...
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... donned again The shape , the voice , the soul of men . Enough of punishment , I'm sure , Thou hast compelled me to endure , Enough and more , thou being dear To pedlar and to marinere ! EPODE XVII . ] Horace's Recantation to Canidia . My ...
... donned again The shape , the voice , the soul of men . Enough of punishment , I'm sure , Thou hast compelled me to endure , Enough and more , thou being dear To pedlar and to marinere ! EPODE XVII . ] Horace's Recantation to Canidia . My ...
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... the town ? Where then my gain , that with my gold I bribed Pelignian beldames old , Or mastered , by their aid , the gift To mingle poisons sure and swift ? You'd have a speedy doom ? But no , It 30 [ EPODE XVII . Canidia's Reply .
... the town ? Where then my gain , that with my gold I bribed Pelignian beldames old , Or mastered , by their aid , the gift To mingle poisons sure and swift ? You'd have a speedy doom ? But no , It 30 [ EPODE XVII . Canidia's Reply .
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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.
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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.