The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Childe HaroldJohn Murray, 1817 |
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Page 192
... με συναχθήτε ὅλα όμου τὴν ἑπτάλοφον ζητεῖτε καὶ νικᾶτε πρὸ παντοῦ . Τὰ ὅπλα ας λάβωμεν , & c . * A translation of this song will be found among the smaller Poems , in the last volume . VOL . L. 3 . Σπάρτα Σπάρτα τί κοιμᾶσθε ὕπνον 192 ...
... με συναχθήτε ὅλα όμου τὴν ἑπτάλοφον ζητεῖτε καὶ νικᾶτε πρὸ παντοῦ . Τὰ ὅπλα ας λάβωμεν , & c . * A translation of this song will be found among the smaller Poems , in the last volume . VOL . L. 3 . Σπάρτα Σπάρτα τί κοιμᾶσθε ὕπνον 192 ...
Page 197
... μὲ ἐφάνη νὰ ἀκέσω τὴν φωνὴν τε ἀνδρός με αν αυτὸς εἶναι ἐδῶ , ἔφθασα σὲ καιρὸν νὰ τὸν ξεντροπιάσω . [ Εὐγαίνει ἕνας δέλος απὸ τὸ ἐργασήμι . ] Παλικάρι , πές με σὲ παρακαλῶ ποιὸς εἶναι ἐκεῖ εἰς ἐκείνας τὲς ὀντάδες ; ΔΟΥΛ . Τρεῖς χρήσιμοι ...
... μὲ ἐφάνη νὰ ἀκέσω τὴν φωνὴν τε ἀνδρός με αν αυτὸς εἶναι ἐδῶ , ἔφθασα σὲ καιρὸν νὰ τὸν ξεντροπιάσω . [ Εὐγαίνει ἕνας δέλος απὸ τὸ ἐργασήμι . ] Παλικάρι , πές με σὲ παρακαλῶ ποιὸς εἶναι ἐκεῖ εἰς ἐκείνας τὲς ὀντάδες ; ΔΟΥΛ . Τρεῖς χρήσιμοι ...
Page 198
... με τὴν χαρὶν νὰ μὲ συντροφεύσης ἀπάνω εἰς αὐτὲς τῆς ἀφεντάδες , ὁπᾶ θέλω νὰ τὰς παίξω μίαν . [ Πρὸς τὸν δέλον . ] ΔΟΥ . Ορισμός σας ( συνηθισμένον ὀφφίκιον των δελευτῶν . ) [ Τὴν ἐμπάζει ἀπὸ τὸ ἐργαςήρι τῷ παιγνιδι . ΡΙΔ . Καρδιά ...
... με τὴν χαρὶν νὰ μὲ συντροφεύσης ἀπάνω εἰς αὐτὲς τῆς ἀφεντάδες , ὁπᾶ θέλω νὰ τὰς παίξω μίαν . [ Πρὸς τὸν δέλον . ] ΔΟΥ . Ορισμός σας ( συνηθισμένον ὀφφίκιον των δελευτῶν . ) [ Τὴν ἐμπάζει ἀπὸ τὸ ἐργαςήρι τῷ παιγνιδι . ΡΙΔ . Καρδιά ...
Page 203
... με . Δανείσει με Πηγαίνετε νὰ ζητήσειε . Bring me . Lend me . Go to seek . Τώρα ευθύς . Now directly . Ως ἀκριβέ με Κύριε , καμελέ με My dear Sir , do me this ἀυλὴν τὴν χάριν . favour . Εγώ σᾶς παρακαλώ . Εγω σᾶς ἐξορκίζω . I entreat ...
... με . Δανείσει με Πηγαίνετε νὰ ζητήσειε . Bring me . Lend me . Go to seek . Τώρα ευθύς . Now directly . Ως ἀκριβέ με Κύριε , καμελέ με My dear Sir , do me this ἀυλὴν τὴν χάριν . favour . Εγώ σᾶς παρακαλώ . Εγω σᾶς ἐξορκίζω . I entreat ...
Page 204
... Μὲ ὅλήν με τὴν καρδίαν . Μὲ καλήν με καρδίαν . Σᾶς εἰμὶ ὑπόχρεος . Εἶμαι ὅλος ἐδίκος σας . Εἶμαι δῆλος σας . Ταπεινότατος δόλος . Εἶσε καλὰ πολλὰ ἐυγενικὸς . Πολλὰ πειράζεσθε . Το thank , pay compliments , and testify regard . I thank ...
... Μὲ ὅλήν με τὴν καρδίαν . Μὲ καλήν με καρδίαν . Σᾶς εἰμὶ ὑπόχρεος . Εἶμαι ὅλος ἐδίκος σας . Εἶμαι δῆλος σας . Ταπεινότατος δόλος . Εἶσε καλὰ πολλὰ ἐυγενικὸς . Πολλὰ πειράζεσθε . Το thank , pay compliments , and testify regard . I thank ...
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