Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, المجلد 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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الصفحة 42
... bright and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid stream , when foul with stains of rushing torrents and descending rains , works itself clear and , as it runs , refines ; till by degrees the floating mirror shines , reflects ...
... bright and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid stream , when foul with stains of rushing torrents and descending rains , works itself clear and , as it runs , refines ; till by degrees the floating mirror shines , reflects ...
الصفحة 71
... bright shining day , I spy a black , suspicious , threatening cloud , that will encounter with our glorious sun , ere he attain his easeful western bed ; I mean , my lords , those powers that the queen hath raised in Gallia have arrived ...
... bright shining day , I spy a black , suspicious , threatening cloud , that will encounter with our glorious sun , ere he attain his easeful western bed ; I mean , my lords , those powers that the queen hath raised in Gallia have arrived ...
الصفحة 72
... bright locks stream like a comet's flashing hair : they all sweep onward . I P. B. SHELLEY QUEEN CATHARINE'S DYING WORDS THANK you , honest lord . Remember me in all humility unto his highness ; say his long trouble now is passing out ...
... bright locks stream like a comet's flashing hair : they all sweep onward . I P. B. SHELLEY QUEEN CATHARINE'S DYING WORDS THANK you , honest lord . Remember me in all humility unto his highness ; say his long trouble now is passing out ...
الصفحة 75
... bright senate , O accept in your high ministrations , us , your sons— us first , and the more glorious yet to come ! " D MALEFORT'S DESPAIR P. B. SHELLEY O , do rage on ! rend open , Æolus , thy brazen prison , and let loose at once thy ...
... bright senate , O accept in your high ministrations , us , your sons— us first , and the more glorious yet to come ! " D MALEFORT'S DESPAIR P. B. SHELLEY O , do rage on ! rend open , Æolus , thy brazen prison , and let loose at once thy ...
الصفحة 88
... my love may still shine bright . ' TIS PRIDE OF ANCESTRY W. SHAKESPEARE IS poor and not becoming perfect gentry , to build their glories at their fathers ' cost ; 481 but , at their own expense of blood or 88 . Passages for Translation.
... my love may still shine bright . ' TIS PRIDE OF ANCESTRY W. SHAKESPEARE IS poor and not becoming perfect gentry , to build their glories at their fathers ' cost ; 481 but , at their own expense of blood or 88 . Passages for Translation.
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arms bear beauty behold blood breath bright bring brother clouds comes course dare dark dead dear death deeds doth earth Edition eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers follow force fortune friends give glory gods grave grief grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour keep king land leave light live look lord mean mind mother nature never night noble o'er once peace poor prince queen rest rise round seems SHAKESPEARE sleep soon sorrow soul speak spirit stand stood stream strength strong sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought true turn unto virtue voice wind young youth
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الصفحة 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
الصفحة 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
الصفحة 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
الصفحة 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
الصفحة 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
الصفحة 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
الصفحة 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
الصفحة 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.