Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... breath , a froth of fleeting joy ! for one sweet grape who will the vine destroy ? RESPECT DUE FROM PARENTS TO CHILDREN PARENTS , bequeath not to your children's lot the shame that from them no device can take , the blemish that will ...
... breath , a froth of fleeting joy ! for one sweet grape who will the vine destroy ? RESPECT DUE FROM PARENTS TO CHILDREN PARENTS , bequeath not to your children's lot the shame that from them no device can take , the blemish that will ...
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Hubert Ashton Holden. 230 231 232 233 O AGE HOW shall summer's honey breath hold out against the wreckful siege of battering days , when rocks impregnable are not so stout nor gates of steel so strong , but time decays ? M POWER OF MUSIC ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. 230 231 232 233 O AGE HOW shall summer's honey breath hold out against the wreckful siege of battering days , when rocks impregnable are not so stout nor gates of steel so strong , but time decays ? M POWER OF MUSIC ...
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... breath thither return in peace from whence it came ; his spirit to the skies , his body to the clay of which ' twas formed , imparted to him as a loan for life , which he and all must render back again , to earth , the common mother of ...
... breath thither return in peace from whence it came ; his spirit to the skies , his body to the clay of which ' twas formed , imparted to him as a loan for life , which he and all must render back again , to earth , the common mother of ...
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... breath , fill thou my sails , and aid the feeble vessel , which ne'er can reach the blessed port without thee ! WHAT MIGHT WITHOUT RIGHT WHAT tygre or what other salvage wight is soe exceeding furious and fell as wrong , when it hath ...
... breath , fill thou my sails , and aid the feeble vessel , which ne'er can reach the blessed port without thee ! WHAT MIGHT WITHOUT RIGHT WHAT tygre or what other salvage wight is soe exceeding furious and fell as wrong , when it hath ...
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... breath'd and three times did they drink , upon agreement , of swift Severn's flood ; who then , affrighted with their bloody looks , ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , and hid his crisp head in the hollow bank blood - stained ...
... breath'd and three times did they drink , upon agreement , of swift Severn's flood ; who then , affrighted with their bloody looks , ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , and hid his crisp head in the hollow bank blood - stained ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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Страница 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Страница 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Страница 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Страница 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Страница 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Страница 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Страница 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Страница 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.