Reddenda; or, Passages with parallel hints for translation into Latin prose and verseG. Bell, 1853 - 130 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... bosom utters , and reiterates funeral strokes . XI . I saw a glowworm light his fairy lamp , Close where a little torrent forced its way Through broad - leaved water - sedge and alder damp ; Above the glowworm , from some lower spray Of ...
... bosom utters , and reiterates funeral strokes . XI . I saw a glowworm light his fairy lamp , Close where a little torrent forced its way Through broad - leaved water - sedge and alder damp ; Above the glowworm , from some lower spray Of ...
Pàgina 31
... bosom . They might perchance thus complain- " He loves ( not ) , nor is loved , by any ; " but the complaint would be mingled with regret . Not so , when this day's light be set in shade , and the honour of the setting sun cease in ...
... bosom . They might perchance thus complain- " He loves ( not ) , nor is loved , by any ; " but the complaint would be mingled with regret . Not so , when this day's light be set in shade , and the honour of the setting sun cease in ...
Pàgina 35
... bosom of the ground , through the verdant fields of the plain he renews the wonted hues . And the nurs- lings of the country with manifold foot essay to play their in- nocent play ; forgetful of their wintry lethargy the birds celebrate ...
... bosom of the ground , through the verdant fields of the plain he renews the wonted hues . And the nurs- lings of the country with manifold foot essay to play their in- nocent play ; forgetful of their wintry lethargy the birds celebrate ...
Pàgina 42
... bosom of the sea there arise as it were sighs , although not a fitful breeze sweeps the calm waters . See through the sky is repose , rest ye too , O waves ; let not the violence of the wind , or the fury of the storm disturb you . Not ...
... bosom of the sea there arise as it were sighs , although not a fitful breeze sweeps the calm waters . See through the sky is repose , rest ye too , O waves ; let not the violence of the wind , or the fury of the storm disturb you . Not ...
Pàgina 50
... bosom lies . XXXVII . Tennyson . moon . Into ELEGIACS . See where along the topmost roof of the consecrated dwell- ing the accumulated snow glitters beneath the rays of the The breath from my mouth is added as vapour to the airs of ...
... bosom lies . XXXVII . Tennyson . moon . Into ELEGIACS . See where along the topmost roof of the consecrated dwell- ing the accumulated snow glitters beneath the rays of the The breath from my mouth is added as vapour to the airs of ...
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Reddenda; Or, Passages with Parallel Hints for Translation Into Latin Prose ... Fred. E. Gretton Previsualització no disponible - 2017 |
Reddenda; Or, Passages, with Parallel Hints, for Translation Into Latin ... Frederick Edward Gretton Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
afar ALCAICS Anstice.-Translation Apollo bands beauty beneath birds bittern blasts borne bosom bough breast breath breeze bright bring brow calm cheek Cicero civic crown clouds colours dark death delight earth ELEGIACS eyes fall fire flame flowers garlands glittering glittering dome glory glow glowworm Goddess green grove hand heart heaven hence HEXAMETERS honour hour joyous Juven Libitina light literally rendered lyre melody mind mist moon mortal bands mountain murmurs nature night nymph o'er ocean Orcus peace perish plain PROSE purple quiver rage repose resound rest river rock roving sailor shades shady valley shines shore silent silver beech sleep smile snatched soft song sorrow soul spear stars stream sway sweet thee things thou tis malice to-morrow torrent streams vale vermil Vertumnus Veturia voice waters wave dances waves wearied wild winds wing woods wretched youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 9 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Pàgina 55 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and...
Pàgina 46 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Pàgina 87 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pàgina 30 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Pàgina 43 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pàgina 7 - Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down ; Virginius caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown. And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, " Farewell, sweet child, farewell ! Oh ! how I loved my darling ! Though stern I sometimes be, To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
Pàgina 80 - And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly hunter, lifting a bright eye Up towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport : And hence, a beaming Goddess with her Nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multiplied from rock or cave) Swept in the storm of chase ; as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are...
Pàgina 28 - The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds', the birds', the ocean floods', The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Pàgina 50 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...