Extracts from FitzGerald's letters relating to "The downfall and death of King Œdipus". The downfall and death of King Œdipus. Extracts from FitzGerald's letters relating to "The Bird-parliament." A bird's-eye view of Farid-Uddin Attar's Bird-parliament. Extracts from FitzGerald's letters relating to "Suffolk sea phrases". Sea words and phrases along the Suffolk coast. Additions to Forby's vocabulary of East Anglia. East Anglian wordsDoubleday, Page and Company, 1902 |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigone Antistrophe Argos Athens Behold Birds blind boat breath call'd called CHORUS coming Corinth Crabbe Creon cried dare dark dead death Delphi divine Earth East Anglian Eteocles Ev'n eyes false Fanny Kemble Fate Father fear fish Forby Glory Gods hand Hath head hear heard heart Heav'n Herald IOCASTA King Edipus King Laius King Theseus knew Labdacus Lake Lothing land leave light lips live look Love Lowestoft lugger Mahmúd Nall never night once Oracle Pakefield Phoebus poison'd Polybus POLYNICES poor pow'r Prophet Queen reach'd Road round sail sailor scarce Shah Shep ship side silence slain slay Slow-worm Smolt Sophocles Soul stand story Strophe Suffolk Sultan suppose Tajidar Teiresias tell Thebes thee things Thou throne told turn vessel voice walls wind Wings word World worse Yarmouth yawl
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 209 - And now your view upon the ocean turn, And there the splendour of the waves discern ; Cast but a stone, or strike them with an oar, And you shall flames within the deep explore ; Or scoop the stream phosphoric as you stand, And the cold flames shall flash along your hand ; When, lost in wonder, you shall walk and gaze On weeds that sparkle, and on waves that blaze.
עמוד 286 - When virtue spooms* before a prosperous gale, My heaving wishes help to fill the sail...
עמוד 136 - It is an amusement to me to take what Liberties I like with these Persians, who (as I think) are not Poets enough to frighten one from such excursions, and who really do want a little Art to shape them.
עמוד 200 - Fra&ion of Myself behold* Myself within the Mirror Myself hold To see Myself in, and each part of Me That sees himself, though drown'd, shall ever see. Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw, And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw : Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wide Return, and back into your Sun subside.
עמוד 235 - The alterations which I have made, I do not require him to adopt; for my lines are, perhaps, not often better than his own: but he may take mine and his own together, and, perhaps, between them, produce something better than either. He is not to think his copy wantonly defaced: a wet sponge will wash all the red lines away, and leave the pages clean. His dedication will be least liked : it were better to contract it into a short sprightly address. I do not doubt of Mr. Crabbe's success. I am, sir,...
עמוד 143 - Road whose very Preparation scared The Traveller who yet must be prepared. Who then this Travel to Result would bring Needs both a Lion's Heart beneath the Wing, And even more, a Spirit purified Of Worldly Passion, Malice, Lust, and Pride : Yea, ev'n of Worldly Wisdom, which grows dim And dark, the nearer it approaches Him, Who to the Spirit's Eye alone reveal'd, By sacrifice of Wisdom's self unseal'd ; Without which none who reach the Place could bear To look upon the Glory dwelling there.
עמוד 149 - Poor Wretch, at whom and not on whom I smiled." Then came the subtle Parrot in a coat Greener than Greensward, and about his Throat A Collar ran of sub-sulphureous Gold ; And in his Beak a Sugar-plum he troll'd, That all his Words with luscious Lisping ran, And to this Tune — "Oh cruel Cage, and Man More iron still who did confine me there, Who else with him* whose Livery I wear Ere this to his Eternal Fount had been, And drunk what should have kept me ever-green. But now I know the Place, and...
עמוד 175 - ... Thou rue Thy lost Dominion, Thou shalt wear the Ring Of thrice as large a Realm." But the dark King Still wept, and Ashes on his Forehead threw And cried "Not for my Kingdom lost I rue; But thinking how at the Last Day, will stand The Prophet with The Volume in his Hand, And ask of me ' How was't that, in thy Day Of Glory, Thou didst turn from Me and slay My People ; but soon as thy Infidel Before my True Believers' Army fell Like Corn before the Reaper — thou didst own") His Sword who scoutedst...
עמוד 97 - Well, stranger, to these rural seats Thou comest, this region's blest retreats, Where white Colonus lifts his head, And glories in the bounding steed. Where sadly sweet the frequent nightingale Impassion'd pours her evening song, And charms with varied notes each verdant vale, The ivy's dark-green boughs among ; Or shelter'd 'midst the cluster'd vine, Which high above, to form a bow'r Safe from the sun or stormy show'r, Loves its thick branches to entwine ; Where frolic Bacchus always roves, And...