Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 страници |
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... et rapidis ruit imbribus æther ; Nec mora nec requies , dum tota erepta periret Ex oculis tellus ; media sublimis in unda Uplifted , and secure with beaked prow Rode tilting o'er L2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 147 LXXXIV. ...
... et rapidis ruit imbribus æther ; Nec mora nec requies , dum tota erepta periret Ex oculis tellus ; media sublimis in unda Uplifted , and secure with beaked prow Rode tilting o'er L2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 147 LXXXIV. ...
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... unda ; Gloria in autumno verna sepulta jacet . Estu ros abiit , sidusque recessit in umbras ; Fugit avis penna præpete , —vixit homo . G. S. XCVII . Auf einen Feldbrunnen . Immer rinnet diese Quelle M 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 163 XCV. ...
... unda ; Gloria in autumno verna sepulta jacet . Estu ros abiit , sidusque recessit in umbras ; Fugit avis penna præpete , —vixit homo . G. S. XCVII . Auf einen Feldbrunnen . Immer rinnet diese Quelle M 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 163 XCV. ...
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... unda loqui . Ergone miraris soli tibi dedita corda , Cynthia , mandati non meminisse tui ? Jussisti sane ex illo me littore conchas Et quæsita algæ dona referre tibi ; Jussisti et circum passim levis alga jacebat , Rarior et concha ...
... unda loqui . Ergone miraris soli tibi dedita corda , Cynthia , mandati non meminisse tui ? Jussisti sane ex illo me littore conchas Et quæsita algæ dona referre tibi ; Jussisti et circum passim levis alga jacebat , Rarior et concha ...
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... unda torum . Dicite , " Non hostes numerat generosa tyrannos Libera , dum vivet , parva futura manus . " Fallor , an omen inest ? et , quæ loquor , occupat ultro Græcia desueta sera jubere tuba ? Faustior Ægæo fragor it super æquore ...
... unda torum . Dicite , " Non hostes numerat generosa tyrannos Libera , dum vivet , parva futura manus . " Fallor , an omen inest ? et , quæ loquor , occupat ultro Græcia desueta sera jubere tuba ? Faustior Ægæo fragor it super æquore ...
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... Sionis Hebræum Siloæ qua rigat unda solum , Ostendit raras subter juga saxea turres , Fœda situ , et prisco cassa decore , Salem . B. Jam non aerias arces et templa Jehovæ Lambunt thuricremis nubila 248 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... Sionis Hebræum Siloæ qua rigat unda solum , Ostendit raras subter juga saxea turres , Fœda situ , et prisco cassa decore , Salem . B. Jam non aerias arces et templa Jehovæ Lambunt thuricremis nubila 248 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
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