 | University magazine - 1849 - 788 pages
...were the Tañáis, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, Yet you'd pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...piercing wind pipes through the trees that surround Your snug litle villa, while Jack Frost is streaking With frost the crisp snow that lies thick on the... | |
 | Quintus Horatius Flaccus - 1861 - 424 pages
...drink were the Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...ground ! In your pride — Venus hates it — no longer envelope ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf; You never were made for a prudish Penelope,... | |
 | Horace - 1870 - 442 pages
...drink were the Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...ground ! In your pride — Venus hates it — no longer envelope ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf; You never were made for a prudish Penelope,... | |
 | Theodore Martin - 1871 - 226 pages
...your drink were Tanais, dullest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking, And the piercing wind pipes through... | |
 | Theodore Martin - 1875 - 228 pages
...drink were Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking, And the piercing wind pipes through... | |
 | Literary curiosities - 1876 - 386 pages
...drink were Tanais, the dullest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...Venus hates it — no longer envelop ye, Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf ; You never were made for a cruel Penelope, 'Tis not in the... | |
 | William Lucas Collins - Literary Criticism - 1877 - 424 pages
...drink were Tauais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...Venus hates it — no longer envelop ye, . Or haply you'll find yourself laid on the shelf ; You never were made for a prudish Penelope, 'Tis not in the... | |
 | Theodore Martin - 1878 - 224 pages
...would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here at your door in the merciless hlast. " Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking,...trees that surround The court of your villa, while Hack frost is streaking With ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground ! " In your pride —... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1884 - 388 pages
...Tenth Ode of the Third Book, in which Horace adjures a certain Lyce to take pity on him. You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers Out here...With ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground ! Yet be not as cruel — forgive my upbraiding — As snakes, nor as hard as the toughest of oak;... | |
 | Alexander Bain - English language - 1890 - 376 pages
...considerable pictnresqneness are frequent. For example, the following stanza in the serenading Ode to Lyce — Only hark how the doorway goes straining and creaking,...ice the crisp snow that lies thick on the ground. — Theodore Martin. Or this description of a river — All else which may by time be bred Is like... | |
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There can be no mistake as to the seriousness of this appeal. Horace's is a mere jeu-d'esprit : — " Though your drink were Tanais, chillest of rivers, And your lot with some conjugal savage were cast, You would pity, sweet Lyce, the poor soul that shivers... 
