Kottabos: College Miscellany, Volume 1W. McGee, 1869 |
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... Greek , Verse or Prose , serious and jocose , as have been written by Members of the University of Dublin . For this purpose the following gentlemen have consented to act as a Committee for publication : - REV . J. P. MAHAFFY ...
... Greek , Verse or Prose , serious and jocose , as have been written by Members of the University of Dublin . For this purpose the following gentlemen have consented to act as a Committee for publication : - REV . J. P. MAHAFFY ...
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... Greek , Verse or Prose , serious and jocose , as have been written by Members of the University of Dublin . For this purpose the following gentlemen have consented to act as a Committee for publication : - REV . J. P. MAHAFFY ...
... Greek , Verse or Prose , serious and jocose , as have been written by Members of the University of Dublin . For this purpose the following gentlemen have consented to act as a Committee for publication : - REV . J. P. MAHAFFY ...
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... Greek * verse to grace the Scholar of the House ; Oh for the days when yet no levelling cry Was echoed from the halls of Trinity : Ere cried our statesmen , stuffed with stale research , ' Down with Iambics and the Irish Church ! ' And ...
... Greek * verse to grace the Scholar of the House ; Oh for the days when yet no levelling cry Was echoed from the halls of Trinity : Ere cried our statesmen , stuffed with stale research , ' Down with Iambics and the Irish Church ! ' And ...
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... Greek Verse , BY J. B. BRADY , M.A. , T.C.D. R. Y. TYRREL , B.A. , T.C.D. M. C. CULLINAN , B.A. , T.C.D. LONDON , OXFORD , AND CAMBRIDGE : MESSRS RIVINGTON . DUBLIN : WILLIAM MCGEE , NASSAU STREET . Saturday Review . " It speaks highly ...
... Greek Verse , BY J. B. BRADY , M.A. , T.C.D. R. Y. TYRREL , B.A. , T.C.D. M. C. CULLINAN , B.A. , T.C.D. LONDON , OXFORD , AND CAMBRIDGE : MESSRS RIVINGTON . DUBLIN : WILLIAM MCGEE , NASSAU STREET . Saturday Review . " It speaks highly ...
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... poems , serious and comic , in the classical tongues and in English , of jokes , puns , and scraps of all sorts . We ... Greek verse , on the plan of the Arundines Cami . Though there are but thirty - two pages in all , there are several ...
... poems , serious and comic , in the classical tongues and in English , of jokes , puns , and scraps of all sorts . We ... Greek verse , on the plan of the Arundines Cami . Though there are but thirty - two pages in all , there are several ...
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18 NASSAU STREET Albrecht Weber amor Arundines Cami BELL AND DALDY bright classical CULLINAN dark dead dream Dublin University EDWARD DOWDEN Enone Ex-Sch eyes fair flowers Greek verse hath heart heaven illa JOHN FRANCIS WALLER JOHN TODHUNTER Kottabos Latin and Greek Lizette Lucretius Max Müller mihi night Numina o'er oh wul lul-lul Oxford Pleisth puella quae quam quid quum R. Y. TYRRELL September 27 sigh sleep Solar Myth song soul Susurri sweet tamen tears TENNYSON thee thine thou tibi Trinity College University of Dublin WILLIAM MCGEE winds wul lul-lul lul ἂν ἀραγμὸς ἀχεῖ μέλος ἀχεῖ μέλος ἐν γὰρ δὲ κοττάβων ἀραγμὸς δὴ εἰ ἐς ἦν καὶ κοττάβων ἀραγμὸς ἀχεῖ μέλος ἐν δόμοισιν μὲν μὴ νῦν οἱ οὐ οὐκ οὖν Πολὺς δὲ κοττάβων πρὸς τε τὴν τὸ τὸν ὡς
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Page 184 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 14 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 56 - CALL it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper And celebrates his obsequies; Who say tall cliff and cavern lone For the departed bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks in deeper groan reply, to And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 198 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. Ill not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 8 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Page 14 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep...
Page 144 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 132 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 222 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land...
Page 8 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind: To see each joy the sons of pleasure know...