Illustrated History of Ancient Literature, Oriental and ClassicalHarper & brothers, 1878 - 432 pages |
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... expressions , " always - to - be- remembered - with - reverence patriot , " " water - play - delighted- maiden - bathing - fragrant river - breezes " ( PART I ANCIENT ORIENTAL LITERATURES —HINDOO LITERATURE (Pages 31-60.
... expressions , " always - to - be- remembered - with - reverence patriot , " " water - play - delighted- maiden - bathing - fragrant river - breezes " ( PART I ANCIENT ORIENTAL LITERATURES —HINDOO LITERATURE (Pages 31-60.
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... play : Mercy , Almighty one , thy mercy I pray ! When we do wrong through thoughtlessness , thy hand of vengeance stay : Transgressors of thy righteous law , thy mercy , God , we pray ! But of all the conceptions of the Vedic writers ...
... play : Mercy , Almighty one , thy mercy I pray ! When we do wrong through thoughtlessness , thy hand of vengeance stay : Transgressors of thy righteous law , thy mercy , God , we pray ! But of all the conceptions of the Vedic writers ...
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... play , but rather to practise husbandry . Battles are sung , and wav- ing banners , and chariots drawn by fleet horses . The following extract from one of the secular hymns which are interspersed with those of a religious character ...
... play , but rather to practise husbandry . Battles are sung , and wav- ing banners , and chariots drawn by fleet horses . The following extract from one of the secular hymns which are interspersed with those of a religious character ...
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... day the tiger roams , the panther and the boar , And thro ' the night the caverned hills echo the lion's roar ; There many a river deep and wide will bar thine onward way , Where fearful crocodiles amid the foaming waters play . The.
... day the tiger roams , the panther and the boar , And thro ' the night the caverned hills echo the lion's roar ; There many a river deep and wide will bar thine onward way , Where fearful crocodiles amid the foaming waters play . The.
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John Duncan Quackenbos. Where fearful crocodiles amid the foaming waters play . The forest paths , my Sîtâ dear , are rough and hard to pass , Tangled with knotted creeping plants , and thorns , and matted grass . O'er many a league the ...
John Duncan Quackenbos. Where fearful crocodiles amid the foaming waters play . The forest paths , my Sîtâ dear , are rough and hard to pass , Tangled with knotted creeping plants , and thorns , and matted grass . O'er many a league the ...
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Page 164 - No ; men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a state...
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Page 168 - One may see by what is left of them, that she followed nature in all her thoughts, without descending to those little points, conceits, and turns of wit, with which many of our modern lyrics are so miserably infected. Her soul seems to have been made up of love and poetry : she felt the passion in all its warmth, and, described it in all its symptoms.
Page 145 - O Jupiter and all ye deities, Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become Among the Trojans eminent like me, And nobly rule in Ilium. May they say, 'This man is greater than his father was!' When they behold him from the battlefield Bring back the bloody spoil of the slain foe, That so his mother may be glad at heart.
Page 89 - ... The poetical conformation of the sentences, which has been so often alluded to as characteristic of the Hebrew poetry, consists chiefly in a certain equality, resemblance, or parallelism between the members of each period ; so that in two lines (or members of the same period) things for the most part shall answer to things, and words to words, as if fitted to each other by a kind of rule or measure.
Page 169 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. "In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled; My feeble pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 170 - Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, And all the golden roofs above : The car thy wanton sparrows drew, Hovering in air they lightly flew ; As to my bower they wing'd their way, 1 saw their quivering pinions play.
Page 246 - Then he turned to us, and added with a smile: — I can not make Crito believe that I am the same Socrates who has been talking and conducting the argument; he fancies that I am the other Socrates whom he will soon see, a dead body — and he asks, How shall he bury me? And though...