Exercises in Latin VersificationAllyn and Bacon, 1917 - 149页 |
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... farewell ( vox ultima ) of lovers , dread is the ( thought ) which they revolve in their hearts ( sing . ) or which they are accustomed to tell . Exercise 59 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Gray 72 LATIN VERSIFICATION.
... farewell ( vox ultima ) of lovers , dread is the ( thought ) which they revolve in their hearts ( sing . ) or which they are accustomed to tell . Exercise 59 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Gray 72 LATIN VERSIFICATION.
第73页
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Save that from yonder ivy - mantled tower , The moping owl does to the moon complain , Of such as , wand'ring near her secret bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . Beneath those ...
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Save that from yonder ivy - mantled tower , The moping owl does to the moon complain , Of such as , wand'ring near her secret bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . Beneath those ...
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... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from their ...
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from their ...
第75页
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ...
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ...
第76页
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note ...
... Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard , Continued Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note ...
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absol accus adjective ADONIC VERSE Aeneid aevum Alcaeus alcaic stanza ALCAIC VERSE breath bright caesura clouds complete the line consonant Continued Country Churchyard dactyl dative declension Destruction of Sennacherib dissyllable drăcōnēm earth Elegy Written elided elisions ending Exceptions Exercise fifth and sixth fifth foot final syllable flamen flowers fourth foot fourth line fugio genitive gerundive Greek haec harmony haud hearts heaven hexameter hexameter line HINTS Horace illě illuvies imitated increment of verbs infractus inglorius Latin Latin versification light long by nature Lycidas metre mihi mind models modo monosyllable munus murmur nouns Odes Orcus orum participle peace pentameter penult perf poem poetry quantities reaper rivulet rules sapphic sapphic verse scorn sentence shine sing sixth feet smile sorrow soul spondee stanza star sweet tears thee thiasus third foot thought tibi tomb trochee vale Vesper voice vowel waters wave weeping wind
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第124页 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
第119页 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
第118页 - Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
第121页 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
第122页 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
第73页 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第114页 - Morning 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 wish thee long.
第70页 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still...
第81页 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
第47页 - Right for the polar star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents; that for many a league The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...