Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1 |
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P . B . SHELLEY EVENING HYMN COD that madest earth and heaven , U
darkness and light ! who the day for toil hast given , for rest the night ! may Thine
Angel Guards defend us , slumber sweet Thy mercy send us , holy dreams and
hopes ...
P . B . SHELLEY EVENING HYMN COD that madest earth and heaven , U
darkness and light ! who the day for toil hast given , for rest the night ! may Thine
Angel Guards defend us , slumber sweet Thy mercy send us , holy dreams and
hopes ...
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... dullest leaf in this thick wood quakes - conscious of thy power ; the caves reply
with hollow moan ; and vibrates to his central stone yon time - cemented Tower !
And yet how fair the rural scene ! for thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent ...
... dullest leaf in this thick wood quakes - conscious of thy power ; the caves reply
with hollow moan ; and vibrates to his central stone yon time - cemented Tower !
And yet how fair the rural scene ! for thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent ...
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Weary Wind , who wanderest like the world ' s rejected guest , hast thou still some
secret nest on the tree or billow ? P . B . SHELLEY CONTENTMENT CHORT is
our span ; then why engage D in schemes , for which man ' s transient age was ...
Weary Wind , who wanderest like the world ' s rejected guest , hast thou still some
secret nest on the tree or billow ? P . B . SHELLEY CONTENTMENT CHORT is
our span ; then why engage D in schemes , for which man ' s transient age was ...
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Oh ! if Jove ' s will have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay , now timely sing
, ere the rude bird of hate foretell my hopeless doom , in some grove nigh as thou
from year to year hast sung too late for my relief , yet hadst no reason why ...
Oh ! if Jove ' s will have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay , now timely sing
, ere the rude bird of hate foretell my hopeless doom , in some grove nigh as thou
from year to year hast sung too late for my relief , yet hadst no reason why ...
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S . DANIEL SWEET CONTENT ART thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ?
n Oh , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet in thy mind perplexed ? Oh , punishment !
dost thou laugh to see , how fools are vexed , to add to golden numbers golden ...
S . DANIEL SWEET CONTENT ART thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ?
n Oh , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet in thy mind perplexed ? Oh , punishment !
dost thou laugh to see , how fools are vexed , to add to golden numbers golden ...
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Страница 174 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Страница 249 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Страница 249 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Страница 218 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Страница 11 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 173 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Страница 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Страница 147 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Страница 48 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
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| Заглавие | Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1 Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Hubert Ashton Holden |
| Редактор | Hubert Ashton Holden |
| Издание | 3 |
| Публикувана | 1864 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 27 юли 2006 |
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