Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volumen 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... youths that died for love , wandering in the myrtle grove , restore , restore Eurydice to life : oh take the husband , or return the wife ! 66 67 A. POPE THE STUDY OF NATURE BRINGS NOT HAPPINESS NOR can it bliss you bring hid Nature's ...
... youths that died for love , wandering in the myrtle grove , restore , restore Eurydice to life : oh take the husband , or return the wife ! 66 67 A. POPE THE STUDY OF NATURE BRINGS NOT HAPPINESS NOR can it bliss you bring hid Nature's ...
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... youth ; let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease , dreams , the images of day - desires , to model forth the passions of the morrow ; never let rising sun approve you liars , to ...
... youth ; let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease , dreams , the images of day - desires , to model forth the passions of the morrow ; never let rising sun approve you liars , to ...
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... youth yet bloom again . LYRA APOSTOLICA 137 138 HOPE OW sober Cynthia spreads her lucid beam , N with quivering ray the silent glen pervades , tints the brown wood that crowns yon silvery stream , and darts fine lustres on the full ...
... youth yet bloom again . LYRA APOSTOLICA 137 138 HOPE OW sober Cynthia spreads her lucid beam , N with quivering ray the silent glen pervades , tints the brown wood that crowns yon silvery stream , and darts fine lustres on the full ...
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... Youth stops at first its wilful ears to Wisdom's kindest voice ; till now arrived to riper years , experienced age , worn out with cares , repents its earlier choice . What though its prospects now appear so grateful to the mind ; yet ...
... Youth stops at first its wilful ears to Wisdom's kindest voice ; till now arrived to riper years , experienced age , worn out with cares , repents its earlier choice . What though its prospects now appear so grateful to the mind ; yet ...
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... youth's delirious dream is o'er , sanguine with hope , we look before , the future good to find ; in age , when error charms no more , for bliss we look behind . 156 J. MONTGOMERY MORPHEUS MORPHEUS , the humble god that dwells in ...
... youth's delirious dream is o'er , sanguine with hope , we look before , the future good to find ; in age , when error charms no more , for bliss we look behind . 156 J. MONTGOMERY MORPHEUS MORPHEUS , the humble god that dwells in ...
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath birds blest bloom breast breath bright brow calm clouds College COMEDY OF ERRORS Conic Sections crown dead death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eyes fair fate fear flowers gentle glory golden grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven honour hour J. R. SEELEY J. W. DONALDSON life's light live Lord LORD BYRON lyre mourn ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er P. B. SHELLEY peace Pembroke College pleasure roses round shade shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song SOPHOCLES sorrow soul sound spirit spring St John's College stars storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine Third Edition thou art Trinity College unto vale voice waves weep whilst wild winds wings WORDSWORTH youth γὰρ δὲ ἐν ἐπὶ ἐς καὶ μὲν οὐ τὰ τε τὸ τὸν
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.