Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... eye . The blackbird's song at eventide , and hers , who gay ascends filling the heavens far and wide , are sweet : but none so blends , as thine , with calm decay and peace divine . A. COWLEY H. CORNISH 57 SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE ...
... eye . The blackbird's song at eventide , and hers , who gay ascends filling the heavens far and wide , are sweet : but none so blends , as thine , with calm decay and peace divine . A. COWLEY H. CORNISH 57 SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE ...
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... eyes , hurries - ah ! fleetly hurries to its close- ne'er long enough to rapture are his joys , ever too long to anguish are her woes . F. WRANGHAM 69 DRINKING SONG ARE , thou canker of all joys ! CARE , see the tyrant's reign is o'er ...
... eyes , hurries - ah ! fleetly hurries to its close- ne'er long enough to rapture are his joys , ever too long to anguish are her woes . F. WRANGHAM 69 DRINKING SONG ARE , thou canker of all joys ! CARE , see the tyrant's reign is o'er ...
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... those fair , those crystal eyes , DRY which like growing fountains rise T. MOORE to drown their banks . Grief's sullen brooks would better flow in furrowed looks : 76 thy lovely face was never meant to be the into Latin Lyric Verse 25.
... those fair , those crystal eyes , DRY which like growing fountains rise T. MOORE to drown their banks . Grief's sullen brooks would better flow in furrowed looks : 76 thy lovely face was never meant to be the into Latin Lyric Verse 25.
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... eye with clear account remarks the ebbings of the glass , when all its sands are diamond sparks , that dazzle as they ... eyes the parents that first gave her birth , and their sad friends , laid her in earth : if any of them ( reader ) ...
... eye with clear account remarks the ebbings of the glass , when all its sands are diamond sparks , that dazzle as they ... eyes the parents that first gave her birth , and their sad friends , laid her in earth : if any of them ( reader ) ...
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... eyes , and lead us on the perfect way . GAIETY NTHINKING , idle , wild and young , UN I laughed and danced and talked and sung ; and fond of health , of freedom vain , dream'd not of sorrow , care or pain ; concluding in those hours of ...
... eyes , and lead us on the perfect way . GAIETY NTHINKING , idle , wild and young , UN I laughed and danced and talked and sung ; and fond of health , of freedom vain , dream'd not of sorrow , care or pain ; concluding in those hours of ...
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Страница 172 - 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 248 - 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 248 - 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 216 - 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 9 - 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 171 - 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 145 - 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 46 - 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.