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
... brother to Death , sweetly thyself dispose on this afflicted prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by ...
... brother to Death , sweetly thyself dispose on this afflicted prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by ...
الصفحة 45
... brOTHERS ATRED hatched at home is a tame tiger , may fawn and sport , but never leaves his nature . The jars of brothers , two such mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten ...
... brOTHERS ATRED hatched at home is a tame tiger , may fawn and sport , but never leaves his nature . The jars of brothers , two such mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten ...
الصفحة 51
... brothers . See , what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls : the front of Jove himself ; an eye like Mars , to threaten and command ; a station like the herald Mercury , new - lighted on a heaven - kissing hill ; a ...
... brothers . See , what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls : the front of Jove himself ; an eye like Mars , to threaten and command ; a station like the herald Mercury , new - lighted on a heaven - kissing hill ; a ...
الصفحة 57
... BROTHER how my heart , H hear me , look upon me ! after long desolation , now unfolds unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the void ...
... BROTHER how my heart , H hear me , look upon me ! after long desolation , now unfolds unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the void ...
الصفحة 58
... brother ! I F. HEMANS from Goethe WALLENSTEIN'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MAX PICCOLOMINI SHALL grieve down this blow , of that I'm con- scious : what does not man grieve down ? From the highest , as from the vilest thing of every day , he ...
... brother ! I F. HEMANS from Goethe WALLENSTEIN'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MAX PICCOLOMINI SHALL grieve down this blow , of that I'm con- scious : what does not man grieve down ? From the highest , as from the vilest thing of every day , he ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched 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.