Progressive exercises on the composition of Greek iambic verseWhittaker & Company, 1847 - 123 Seiten |
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... hates not ever a good man , and bad melts away ( perf . ) in pleasures with a bad one , and likeness of kind is wont to bring together men . 80 [ thing , My son , the hands of the young are vigorous to execute any- but the judgments of ...
... hates not ever a good man , and bad melts away ( perf . ) in pleasures with a bad one , and likeness of kind is wont to bring together men . 80 [ thing , My son , the hands of the young are vigorous to execute any- but the judgments of ...
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... hate their benefactors . If thou watchest ( puλáoow ) not little things , thou wilt ruin the greater things . 150 Friend , ( see l . 56 , ) to - be - venturesome ( Tò Toλμậy ) is not a wise man's part . The things that are honourable ...
... hate their benefactors . If thou watchest ( puλáoow ) not little things , thou wilt ruin the greater things . 150 Friend , ( see l . 56 , ) to - be - venturesome ( Tò Toλμậy ) is not a wise man's part . The things that are honourable ...
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... hate a planner ( σopcorns ) that is not wise for himself . Judge not , looking on beauty , but on manners . Attempt not always to trust all as to all things . Imitate dignified conduct ( rò σeμvòv ) : imitate not ill habits . There is ...
... hate a planner ( σopcorns ) that is not wise for himself . Judge not , looking on beauty , but on manners . Attempt not always to trust all as to all things . Imitate dignified conduct ( rò σeμvòv ) : imitate not ill habits . There is ...
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... hate a wicked man when he utters virtuous professions ( λóyos ) . Slander not a woman , neither rebuke her . When thou art young , remember that one day thou wilt be old . Trample not on the unfortunate : for fortune is common . Happy ...
... hate a wicked man when he utters virtuous professions ( λóyos ) . Slander not a woman , neither rebuke her . When thou art young , remember that one day thou wilt be old . Trample not on the unfortunate : for fortune is common . Happy ...
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... hate them . Now , gold opens all places , except the gates of Hades . A good man is not wounded by evil speeches ... hates falsehood . How sweet is beauty when it has a discreet mind ! How sweet it is for a servant to meet with a good ...
... hate them . Now , gold opens all places , except the gates of Hades . A good man is not wounded by evil speeches ... hates falsehood . How sweet is beauty when it has a discreet mind ! How sweet it is for a servant to meet with a good ...
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 102 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood. And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever...
Seite 113 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle— this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed: Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Seite 99 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should...
Seite 99 - Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, And the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb shall sing: For in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.
Seite 106 - Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with great sweetness.
Seite 115 - A whirlwind rose, that, with a violent blast, Shook all the dome : the doors around me clapt ; The iron wicket, that defends the vault, Where the long race of Ptolemies is laid, Burst open, and disclosed the mighty dead. From out each monument, in order placed, An armed ghost starts up: the boy-king last Reared his inglorious head. A peal of groans Then followed, and a lamentable voice Cried, Egypt is no more...
Seite 108 - Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience...
Seite 102 - The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved, As thou my sometime daughter.
Seite 99 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That...