Demonstrations in Greek Iambic Verse

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University Press, 1899 - Greek language - 251 pages

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Page 25 - I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write. 0 Love! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter, When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter. Fair house of joy and bliss, Where truest pleasure is, I do adore thee: 1 know thee what thou art, I serve thee with my heart, And fall before thee.
Page 12 - Tis a purer life than thine; a lip to drain thy trouble dry. Baby lips will laugh me down: my latest rival brings thee rest. Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me from the mother's breast.
Page 123 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 196 - Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts, Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart. If for these dignities thou be envied, I'll give thee more; for but to honour thee Is Edward pleased with kingly regiment.
Page 109 - That England's queen in peace may repossess Her dignities and honours ; and withal We may remove these flatterers from the king, That havoc England's wealth and treasury.
Page 202 - Rome, from the awe o' the world, the pity ? My friends are gone before too, of my sending ; And shall I stay ? is aught else to be lived for ? Is there another friend, another wife, Or any third holds half their worthiness, To linger here alive for ? is not virtue, In their two everlasting souls, departed, And in their bodies...
Page 201 - It shall suffice me to enjoy your love, Which whiles I have, I think myself as great As Caesar riding in the Roman street, With captive kings at his triumphant car.
Page 163 - Beneath your leafy gloom, ye waving boughs Of this old, shady, consecrated grove, As in the goddess' silent sanctuary, With the same shuddering feeling forth I step, As when I trod it first, nor ever here Doth my unquiet spirit feel at home. Long as...
Page 217 - Tis not the wantonness of youthful blood That fires my spirit; but a pang so deep That e'en the flinty rocks must pity me. You, too, are fathers, heads of families, And you must wish to have a virtuous son, To reverence your grey hairs, and shield your eyes With pious and affectionate regard.
Page 210 - To linger here alive for ? is not virtue In their two everlasting souls departed, And in their bodies' first flame fled to heaven ? Can any man discover this, and love me ? For though my justice were as white as truth, My way was crooked to it ; that condemns me : And now...

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