Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1 |
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W . WORDSWORTH 18 - ' Tis sweet to hear at midnight on the blue and moonlit
deep the song and oar of Adria ' s gondolier , by distance mellowed , o ' er the
waters sweep ; ' tis sweet to see the evening star appear ; into Latin Lyric Verse 5.
W . WORDSWORTH 18 - ' Tis sweet to hear at midnight on the blue and moonlit
deep the song and oar of Adria ' s gondolier , by distance mellowed , o ' er the
waters sweep ; ' tis sweet to see the evening star appear ; into Latin Lyric Verse 5.
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Clouds will not ever pour down rain : a sullen day will clear again : first peals of
thunder we must hear , then lutes and harps shall stroke the ear . R . HERRICK
TO MR WILLIAM BROWNE CO much a stranger my severer Muse D is not to love
...
Clouds will not ever pour down rain : a sullen day will clear again : first peals of
thunder we must hear , then lutes and harps shall stroke the ear . R . HERRICK
TO MR WILLIAM BROWNE CO much a stranger my severer Muse D is not to love
...
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0 , in pity hear me ! take aught else of mine , but my Chloris spare me ! R .
BURNS 74 HOME I ' VE roamed through many a weary round , 1 I ' ve wandered
east and west , pleasure in every clime I ' ve found , but sought in vain for rest .
0 , in pity hear me ! take aught else of mine , but my Chloris spare me ! R .
BURNS 74 HOME I ' VE roamed through many a weary round , 1 I ' ve wandered
east and west , pleasure in every clime I ' ve found , but sought in vain for rest .
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... to hear each other ' s whispered speech ; eating the Lotos day by day , to watch
the crisping ripples on the beach , and tender curving lines of creamy spray ; to
lend our hearts and spirits wholly to the influence of mild - minded melancholy ...
... to hear each other ' s whispered speech ; eating the Lotos day by day , to watch
the crisping ripples on the beach , and tender curving lines of creamy spray ; to
lend our hearts and spirits wholly to the influence of mild - minded melancholy ...
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I14 What neat repast shall feast us , light and choice , of Attic taste with wine ,
whence we may rise to hear the lute well touched , or artful voice warble immortal
notes and Tuscan air ? He , who of those delights can judge , and spare to ...
I14 What neat repast shall feast us , light and choice , of Attic taste with wine ,
whence we may rise to hear the lute well touched , or artful voice warble immortal
notes and Tuscan air ? He , who of those delights can judge , and spare to ...
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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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