War Poems: And Other TranslationsJohn Lane, 1915 - 221 Seiten |
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... dead lie buried , come ! Choose a day like this , my brothers , When the wind a pattern weaves ' Mid the shivering poplar tree - tops , When the scent of fallen leaves Floats like perfume through the woodland , As it doth to - day ...
... dead lie buried , come ! Choose a day like this , my brothers , When the wind a pattern weaves ' Mid the shivering poplar tree - tops , When the scent of fallen leaves Floats like perfume through the woodland , As it doth to - day ...
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... dead ! To the flag , my sons ! Your country With her blessing " Forward " cries ! Has it shrunken ? No , when smallest , Larger , statelier , it flies ! Is it tattered ? No , ' tis stoutest When destruction it defies ! AU GRAND ROI D'UN ...
... dead ! To the flag , my sons ! Your country With her blessing " Forward " cries ! Has it shrunken ? No , when smallest , Larger , statelier , it flies ! Is it tattered ? No , ' tis stoutest When destruction it defies ! AU GRAND ROI D'UN ...
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... died , To death he hath been done . " I saw men dig his grave Beside a meadow green , By four St. Francis ' Friars His mass hath chanted been . " A L'AMBULANCE D U couvent troublant le silence , Arrive THE DEAD SOLDIER 45.
... died , To death he hath been done . " I saw men dig his grave Beside a meadow green , By four St. Francis ' Friars His mass hath chanted been . " A L'AMBULANCE D U couvent troublant le silence , Arrive THE DEAD SOLDIER 45.
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... dead who sleep beneath the sward ; When prompt oblivion closes tight his grave within its grasp , And makes it as a strangled book shut by an iron clasp ; Look on his humble memory , with mercy in Thy face , And , where Thou art in ...
... dead who sleep beneath the sward ; When prompt oblivion closes tight his grave within its grasp , And makes it as a strangled book shut by an iron clasp ; Look on his humble memory , with mercy in Thy face , And , where Thou art in ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aerschot ALFRED DE MUSSET amor ANGLICE REDDITUM ASCLEPIODOTUS Atropos Belges Belgian bid us shed bien Black blessures saignent Cammaerts carillon Chantons Clotho cœur tout cominciai conduirez DANTE ALIGHIERI dead Dido Dieu Dinant donnerons notre vie Donnez vos mains Donnez vos yeux doth drapeau E'en earth Emile Cammaerts EMILE VERHAEREN enfants eyes fair full fain fument une pipe give our lads hand heaven is-do J'ai mis jaune et rouge Je souhaite jour l'aer Lachesis lads one pipe LATINE REDDITUM Liège Louvain meet my love mi fu mort MYTH OF ER naked heart ne'er Neath Noir nuit o'er orgueil patrie PAUL SCARRON Plato poems poet pray qu'Ils fument qu'on Ring ruins shed our life-blood Sing Sire souhaite souls Sous spirits stars suivrons sweet Termond thee Thessalian plains thine thou translation travers vais vers vers ma belle voice voudrez Wheresoe'er whorl wounds are bleeding yellow and red δὲ ἐνὶ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 136 - Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso : Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante : Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse : Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
Seite 198 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds...
Seite 186 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, O Albion ! next, thy sea-encircled coast.
Seite 132 - Che mi fu tolta, e il modo ancor m' offende. Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, Mi prese del costui piacer si forte, Che, come vedi, ancor non mi abbandona. Amor condusse noi ad una morte : Caina attende chi vita ci spense.
Seite 130 - Poi che hai pietà del nostro mal perverso. Di quel che udire e che parlar ti piace Noi udiremo e parleremo a vui, Mentrechè il vento, come fa, si tace. Siede la terra, dove nata fui, Su la marina dove il Po discende Per aver pace co
Seite 164 - Ardiaeus and others they bound head and foot and hand, and threw them down and flayed them with scourges, and dragged them along the road at the side, carding them on thorns like wool, and declaring to the passers-by what were their crimes, and that they were being taken away to be cast into hell.
Seite 124 - E come gli stornei ne portan l' ali, Nel freddo tempo, a schiera larga e piena, Così quel fiato gli spiriti mali. Di qua, di là, di giù, di su gli mena : Nulla speranza gli conforta mai, Non che di posa, ma di minor pena. E come i gru van cantando lor lai, Facendo in aer di sé lunga riga ; Così vid' io venir, traendo guai, Ombre portate dalla detta briga : Perch...
Seite 134 - Noi leggevamo un giorno per diletto Di Lancillotto, come amor lo strinse: Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso: Ma solo un punto fu quel, che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi.
Seite 122 - La bufera infernal, che mai non resta, Mena gli spirti con la sua rapina ; Voltando e percotendo li molesta. Quando giungon davanti alla ruina, Quivi le strida, il compianto e il lamento ; Bestemmian quivi la virtù Divina.