 THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...  Recitations at Whitnash rectory - Page 11by Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 15 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Ovid - 1992 - 216 pages
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 | Linda Dowling - 1994 - 196 pages
...chaste affection which Johnson had so eloquently shaped from brilliant translations of Greek poetry ("I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I / Had...tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky" [Ionica 7]) and poignant experiences as a schoolmaster: The wonder flushing in the cheek, The questions... | |
 | Paul Green - 1994 - 800 pages
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 | May Sarton - 2002 - 472 pages
...is one I wanted to send. Here, instead is an old favorite which you probably already know by heart: They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,...art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of gray ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death,... | |
 | Jeni Williams - 1997 - 312 pages
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