The Silvae of StatiusClarendon Press, 1908 - 214 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 29 - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
Pàgina 23 - SLEEP WHAT sin was mine, sweet, silent boy-god, Sleep, Or what, poor sufferer, have I left undone, That I should lack thy guerdon, I alone? Quiet are the brawling streams: the shuddering deep Sinks, and the rounded mountains feign to sleep. The high seas slumber pillowed on Earth's breast; All flocks and birds and beasts are stilled in rest, But my sad eyes their nightly vigil keep.
Pàgina 107 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pàgina 25 - Lives all that is. We one by one depart Into the silence — one by one. The Judge Shakes the vast urn : the lot leaps forth : we die. But he is happy, and you mourn in vain. He has outsoared the envy of gods and men, False fortune and the dark and treacherous way, — Scatheless : he never lived to pray for death, Nor sinned — to fear her, nor deserved to die. We that survive him, weak and full of woes, Live ever with a fearful eye on Death — • The how and when of dying : ' Death ' the thunder,...
Pàgina 37 - ... poem, which he had written and dedicated to the Emperor before the ashes were cold. He was moreover in the habit of giving lessons in Greek, and teaching their ritual to the Julian and Sibylline priests, the Augurs, and the Luperci. Thus he was able to introduce his son to influential patrons, and Statius the younger at once became poet-laureate to the aristocracy. The loss of a wife, a dog, a parrot, found in him a ready chronicler ; orders were executed with punctuality and despatch ; and the...
Pàgina 22 - Yet even these bones," are to me original; I have never seen the notions in any other place, yet he that reads them here persuades himself that he has always felt them. Had Gray written often thus, it had been vain to blame and useless to praise him.
Pàgina 33 - Statio, longe mihi ab iis quae dicta sunt aliena mens fuerit. Ut enim non ierim inficias, posse aliquid in tanta Latinorum suppellectile inveniri, quod his libellis vel argumenti pondere, vel mole ipsa rerum, vel orationis perpetuitate facile antecellat, ita illud meo quasi iure posse videor obtinere eiusmodi esse hos libellos, quibus vel granditate heroica, vel argumentorum multiplicitate, vel dicendi vario artificio, vel locorum, fabularum, historiarum consuetudinumque notitia, vel doctrina adeo...
Pàgina 19 - Diversum est huic eorum vitium, qui primo decurrere per materiam stilo quam velocissimo volunt et sequentes calorem atque impetum ex tempore scribunt ; hanc silvam vocant.
Pàgina 23 - O ! if beneath the night some happier swain, Entwined in loving arms, refuse thy boon In wanton happiness, — come hither soon, Come hither, Sleep. Let happier mortals gain The full embrace of thy soft angel wing : But touch me with thy wand, or hovering Above mine eyelids sweep me with thy train.
Pàgina 15 - When Statius fixed a morning, to recite His Thebaid to the town, with what delight They flocked to hear ! with what fond rapture hung On the sweet strains, made sweeter by his tongue...