Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 страници |
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... word he spoke Full of rage , and full of grief . " Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs , Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues . " Rome shall perish write that word - - In the blood that she ...
... word he spoke Full of rage , and full of grief . " Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs , Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues . " Rome shall perish write that word - - In the blood that she ...
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... None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . " Roma potens opibus , terræ caput , inclyta bellis 6 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . " Roma potens opibus , terræ caput , inclyta bellis 6 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
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... words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother ; They parted— ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining ; They stood aloof , the scars remaining , Like cliffs which had been ...
... words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother ; They parted— ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining ; They stood aloof , the scars remaining , Like cliffs which had been ...
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... words and high , That shook the sear leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ; Saying , “ We are twins in death , proud Sun , Thy face is cold , thy race is run , ' Tis Mercy bids thee go ; For thou ten thousand thousand years ...
... words and high , That shook the sear leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ; Saying , “ We are twins in death , proud Sun , Thy face is cold , thy race is run , ' Tis Mercy bids thee go ; For thou ten thousand thousand years ...
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... words , and murmurs made to bless . But else in deep of night , when drowsiness Hath locked up mortal sense , then listen I To the celestial Syrens ' harmony , That sit upon the nine infolded spheres , And sing to those that hold the ...
... words , and murmurs made to bless . But else in deep of night , when drowsiness Hath locked up mortal sense , then listen I To the celestial Syrens ' harmony , That sit upon the nine infolded spheres , And sing to those that hold the ...
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