Translation and Translations: Theory and PracticeG. Bell and sons, Limited, 1922 - 206 psl. |
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Aeneid Aeschylus amor ancient Anthologia Palatina atque blank verse Catullus Classical Conington correspond couplets cura D. G. ROSSETTI decasyllable dolores Dryden English Ennius Euripides eyes F. W. Newman French Greek haec hath heaven Hector hexameter Homer Horace Horatian iambic illa ipsa ipse language Latin Loeb LUCAN Lucretius lumina manus Matthew Arnold Messrs Ritchie metres mihi misero nulla nunc Odes omne original poem poet poetry Pompey Preface prius procul Professor Wilamowitz Propertius prose Prospective Translation puella quae quam quid quies quod quoque rendering RETROSPECTIVE TRANSLATIONS rhyme Ritchie and Moore Roman Sapphic says sibi sidera Sir George Young stanza syllables thee thine thou tibi Tibullus trans uiro uita Wilamowitz words write ἀλλ γὰρ δὲ εἰς ἐν καὶ μὲν μὴ σὺ τὰ τε τὴν τὸ τὸν ὡς
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