Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1 |
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The rains are gone , the storms are o ' er , winter retires to make thee way : come
then , thou sweetly - blooming flower , come , beauteous stranger , come away !
The sun is dressed in beaming smiles , to give thy beauties to the day ; young ...
The rains are gone , the storms are o ' er , winter retires to make thee way : come
then , thou sweetly - blooming flower , come , beauteous stranger , come away !
The sun is dressed in beaming smiles , to give thy beauties to the day ; young ...
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While the bloom of orient light gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , may the day - spring
from on high , seen by faith ' s religious eye , cheer me with his vital ray , promise
of eternal day ! W . THOMPSON THE WORLD W HETHER men do laugh or ...
While the bloom of orient light gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , may the day - spring
from on high , seen by faith ' s religious eye , cheer me with his vital ray , promise
of eternal day ! W . THOMPSON THE WORLD W HETHER men do laugh or ...
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... ENID ' S SONG TURN , Fortune , turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; I turn thy
wild wheel thro ' sunshine , storm and cloud ; thy wheel and thee we neither love
nor hate . Turn , Fortune , turn thy wheel with smile or 22 Passages for ...
... ENID ' S SONG TURN , Fortune , turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; I turn thy
wild wheel thro ' sunshine , storm and cloud ; thy wheel and thee we neither love
nor hate . Turn , Fortune , turn thy wheel with smile or 22 Passages for ...
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EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS THE lady Mary Villiers lies | under this
stone ; with weeping eyes the parents that first gave her birth , and their sad
friends , laid her in earth : if any of them ( reader ) were known unto thee ...
EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS THE lady Mary Villiers lies | under this
stone ; with weeping eyes the parents that first gave her birth , and their sad
friends , laid her in earth : if any of them ( reader ) were known unto thee ...
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GUARDIAN ANGELS W HERE the angelic hosts adore Thee , VV Thou o ' er
earth and heav ' n dost reign , at Thy word they rose before Thee , and Thy breath
doth them sustain . From high angels Thee attending , Thou dost faithful
guardians ...
GUARDIAN ANGELS W HERE the angelic hosts adore Thee , VV Thou o ' er
earth and heav ' n dost reign , at Thy word they rose before Thee , and Thy breath
doth them sustain . From high angels Thee attending , Thou dost faithful
guardians ...
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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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