Everyplace is thy ostentatious beauty, Doric Corinth? Everyplace are the stockade of thy towers and thy ancient possessions? Everyplace are the temples of the immortals, the houses and the matrons of the colony of Sisyphus, and her myriads of people? Not even a trajectory is absent of thee, maximum dimness of towns, but war has under arrest on and devoured everything. We entranced, the Nereids, Ocean's daughters, lounge inviolate, and grieve, rival halcyons, thy sorrows.Discrete tongue adaptation, by J.W. Mackail (1859-1945):
Everyplace is thine honored beauty, Dorian Corinth, everywhere thy headband of towers? everywhere thy reserves of old, everywhere the temples of the immortals, everywhere the halls and everywhere the wives of the Sisyphids, and the tens of thousands of thy inhabit that were? for not even a trajectory, O maximum distressful one, is absent of thee, and war has swept up together and clean devoured all; truthful we, the unravaged sea-nymphs, maidens of Ocean floor, haul, halcyons wailing for thy woes.The Greek:
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. A verse adaptation by Edward Dodwell (1776-1832):
Everyplace is thy mess, Corinth! shrunk from perceive,
Thy ancient reserves, and thy unfriendliness height;
Thy god-like fanes and palaces! Oh everywhere
Thy roaring myriads and kingdom fair!
Demanding war has pour'd around thy wall,
And hard spared the traces of thy fall!By Henry Wellesley (1794-1866):
Everyplace are thy splendours, Dorian Corinth, everywhere
Thy crested turrets, thy ancestral foodstuffs,
The temples of the blest, the dwellings fair,
The high-born dames, the unthinkable multitudes?
There's not a trajectory of thee, sad inevitable one, absent,
By rav'ning war at once of all bereft.
We, the sad Nereids, seed of the stream of abuse,
Nowhere to be found are spared to chant thy halcyon expression of grief.By Goldwin Smith (1823-1910):
Everyplace, Corinth, are thy glories now,
Thy ancient wealth, thy castled peak,
Thy major fanes, thy halls of hold forth,
Thy high-born dames, thy stiff gate?
There's not a go bust absent to tally up,
Everyplace Corinth stood, how Corinth fashion.
The Nereids of thy spare sea
Nowhere to be found lounge to blubber for thee.By John Addington Symonds (1840-1893):
Everyplace is thy splendour now, thy headband of towers,
Thy beauty apparent to all men's eyes,
The gold and silver of thy treasuries,
Thy temples of blest gods, thy bamboo bowers
Everyplace long-stoled ladies walked in still hours,
Thy multitudes rival stars that empty the skies?
All, all are gone. Thy extreme anxiety lies
Find out to the night. The elemental powers
Pick up again their empire: on this one-off coastline
Thy deathless Nereids, daughters of the sea,
Bawling despicable disturbed stones frequently,
Affection halcyons having the status of the rambling south winds howl,
Recite the sad story of thy woes of yore:
These hurriedly waves are all that's absent to thee.By Evelyn Baring, Earl of Cromer (1841-1917):
Everyplace is thy beauty, Dorian Corinth, everywhere
The headband of towers, which of old was thine?
The halls once stiff by the heavy and fair,
The collection which flocked to several a opulent shrine?
Thy beauty's without hope. It ne'er can exterior anew,
'Tis wasted by the stern, inevitable foe,
And truthful we, the Nymphs from out the substance,
Arise, rival halcyons, wailing o'er thy woe.By F.L. Lucas (1894-1967):
Everyplace are the towers that crowned thee, high-throned in the midst of thy waters?
Thy beauty, Dorian Corinth, thy famous person of ancient days?
Thy temples of the Holy, thy palaces, thy daughters
Far-sprung from ancient Sisyphus, thy myriad-trodden ways?
Not a trajectory, not a trajectory, dimness, hast thou absent after everything else in falling-
All has been under arrest and ravened by the annoyed gullet of war:
We truthful, Ocean's children, laid-back hover work, work,
The sea-birds of thy sorrows, behind thy one-off coastline.By Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982):
Everyplace is your well-known beauty,
Corinth of the Dorians?
Everyplace is your headband of towers?
Everyplace are your ancient treasures?
Everyplace are the temples of the
Immortals, and everywhere are the
Houses and the wives of the
Relatives of Sisyphos,
All your unthinkable people?
Most dimness local, not
A trajectory is absent of you. War
Has under arrest and eaten it all.
In basic terms the inviolate
Sea nymphs, the daughters of the
Ocean floor, lounge, crying rival
Sea natural world from end to end your sorrows.
