Exercises in Latin VersificationAllyn and Bacon, 1917 - 149页 |
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... merits . Language is a necessary medium for poetry , and by the written or spoken word this art arouses the imagination , moves the soul , and awakens its best and noblest passions . It has a diction wholly its own 1 INTRODUCTION.
... merits . Language is a necessary medium for poetry , and by the written or spoken word this art arouses the imagination , moves the soul , and awakens its best and noblest passions . It has a diction wholly its own 1 INTRODUCTION.
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... soul by fanciful imagery and apt adornments , clothed in verses delicate , dignified , and unrivalled . Poetry is subject to fixed laws of harmony . These at first were few , for poetry in the beginning was merely the outpouring of a ...
... soul by fanciful imagery and apt adornments , clothed in verses delicate , dignified , and unrivalled . Poetry is subject to fixed laws of harmony . These at first were few , for poetry in the beginning was merely the outpouring of a ...
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... souls , whom the same boat carried ; 7. The one ( hic ) a father , no one ( haud quisquam ) a more faithful defender ( autor ) of the truth , 8. The other ( ille ) a boy , glowed with the fire of youth . Exercise 41 The Passage ...
... souls , whom the same boat carried ; 7. The one ( hic ) a father , no one ( haud quisquam ) a more faithful defender ( autor ) of the truth , 8. The other ( ille ) a boy , glowed with the fire of youth . Exercise 41 The Passage ...
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... soul with soul can blend ? Soul - like were those hours of yore ; Let us walk in soul once more . Take , O boatman , thrice thy fee , Take , I give it willingly ; For invisible to thee , Spirits twain have crossed with me . HINTS . 1 ...
... soul with soul can blend ? Soul - like were those hours of yore ; Let us walk in soul once more . Take , O boatman , thrice thy fee , Take , I give it willingly ; For invisible to thee , Spirits twain have crossed with me . HINTS . 1 ...
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... Soul , Byron Bright be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine , E'er burst from its mortal control , In the orbs of the blessed to shine . On earth thou were all but divine , As thy soul shall immortally be : And our ...
... Soul , Byron Bright be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine , E'er burst from its mortal control , In the orbs of the blessed to shine . On earth thou were all but divine , As thy soul shall immortally be : And our ...
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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...