Lectures on Classical Subjects

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Macmillan and Company, limited, 1903 - 347 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 8 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 178 - WHERE art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead ? Oh find me, prosperous or undone ! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest ; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name...
الصفحة 117 - Pater ipse colendi haud facilem esse viam voluit, primusque per artem movit agros curis acuens mortalia corda, nec torpere gravi passus sua regna veterno.
الصفحة 55 - There crown'd with worship — and these eyes will find The men I knew, and watch the chariot whirl About the goal again, and hunters race The shadowy lion, and the warrior-kings, In height and prowess more than human, strive Again for glory, while the golden lyre Is ever sounding in heroic ears Heroic hymns, and every way the vales Wind, clouded with the grateful incense-fume Of those who mix all odour to the Gods On one far height in one far-shining fire. 'ONE height and one far-shining fire...
الصفحة 204 - The different moods of sorrow as in a drama are dramatically given, and my conviction that fear, doubts, and suffering will find answer and relief only through Faith in a God of Love. " I " is not always the author speaking of himself, but the voice of the human race speaking thro
الصفحة 79 - Erebus, and the sun has perished out of heaven, and an evil mist is spread abroad.
الصفحة 79 - Ah, wretched men, what woe is this ye suffer? Shrouded in night are your heads and your faces and your knees, and kindled is the voice of wailing, and all cheeks are wet with tears, and the walls and the fair main-beams of the roof are sprinkled with blood.
الصفحة 7 - And what am I that I should linger here, With voice far sweeter than thy dying notes, Spirit more vast than thine, frame more attuned To beauty, wasting these surpassing powers In the deaf air, to the blind earth, and heaven That echoes not my thoughts'!
الصفحة 48 - Impavidum ferient ruinae. Hac arte Pollux et vagus Hercules Enisus arces attigit igneas, Quos inter Augustus recumbens Purpureo bibit ore nectar. Hac te merentem, Bacche pater, tuae Vexere tigres...
الصفحة 183 - With a noise of winds and many rivers, With a clamour of waters, and with might; Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet, Over the splendour and speed of thy feet...

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