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Palęstra Musarum; Or, Materials for Translation Into Greek Verse, Selected by B.h. Kennedy
Palstra Musarum Or Materials for Translation Into Greek Verse Selected by Bh Kennedy Author:Benjamin Hall Kennedy General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1856 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: Thou hast a sort of pretty tales in store; Dare say no nymph in Ida's woods has more. Again, besides thy sweet alluring face, In telling them thou hast a special grace. Then prithee, sweet, afford some pretty thing, Some toy that from thy pleasant wit doth spring. CE. Paris, my heart's contentment and my choice, Use thou thy pipe, and I will use my voice ; So shall thy just request not be denied, And time well spent, and both be satisfied. P. Well, gentle nymph, although thou do me wrong, That can ne tune my pipe into a song ; Me list this once, CEnone, for thy sake This idle task on me to undertake. 399. F. O lady, he is dead and gone 1 Lady, he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turf, And at his heels a stone. Within these holy cloisters long He languish'd, and he died, Lamenting of a lady's love, And plaining of her pride. Here bore him, barefac'd on his bier, Six proper youths and tall, And many a tear bedew'd his grave, Within yon kirk-yard wall. L. And art thou dead, thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone! And didst thou die for love of me ? Break cruel heart of stone! 400. V. Forbear all words, and follow me no more. Now am I free to wander where I list, To howl i'the desert with the midnight winds, And fearless be amidst all fearful things. The storm has been with me, and I am left Torn and uprooted, and laid in the dust With those whom after-blasts rend not again. I am in the dark gulf where no light is ; I am on the deep bed of sunken floods, Whose swoln and welt'ring billows rise no more To bear the tossed wreck ...« less