War Poems: And Other TranslationsJohn Lane, 1915 - 221 Seiten |
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... give our lads one pipe the more On the field of fame ! Lies herein my inmost soul Bared by month and day ; Tears and laughter without rhyme , Whatsoe'er at any time Faith or love would say . verses were written as a Dedication — are to ...
... give our lads one pipe the more On the field of fame ! Lies herein my inmost soul Bared by month and day ; Tears and laughter without rhyme , Whatsoe'er at any time Faith or love would say . verses were written as a Dedication — are to ...
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... give our lads one pipe the more ' Neath the starry skies ! Sings herein my artless muse- Let the scoffers jeer , Cadence of my verse impugn , Say my lyre is out of tune And my fancy sere . Lies herein my naked heart- Let the mockers ...
... give our lads one pipe the more ' Neath the starry skies ! Sings herein my artless muse- Let the scoffers jeer , Cadence of my verse impugn , Say my lyre is out of tune And my fancy sere . Lies herein my naked heart- Let the mockers ...
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... gives , To the flag in serried order ! He who dies for Belgium lives ! Red for the purple of heroes , Black , yellow and red- Black for the veils of widows Black , yellow and red— And yellow for the shining crown Of the victors who have ...
... gives , To the flag in serried order ! He who dies for Belgium lives ! Red for the purple of heroes , Black , yellow and red- Black for the veils of widows Black , yellow and red— And yellow for the shining crown Of the victors who have ...
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... Give cheer to my suitor . " " How shall I give him cheer Who is to me unknown ? ” " To know him is not hard , He hath white armour on ; " The cross he bears is white , His spurs are made of gold , A lance , with silver head Well gilded ...
... Give cheer to my suitor . " " How shall I give him cheer Who is to me unknown ? ” " To know him is not hard , He hath white armour on ; " The cross he bears is white , His spurs are made of gold , A lance , with silver head Well gilded ...
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... toil - but now their motherland's Dear bosom folds them - so great Zeus commands . Unfailing , all - availing , is his power , To men no respite gives he from their hour . THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE How W sleep the brave IDEM.
... toil - but now their motherland's Dear bosom folds them - so great Zeus commands . Unfailing , all - availing , is his power , To men no respite gives he from their hour . THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE How W sleep the brave IDEM.
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.