Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, المجلد 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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الصفحة 34
... swords of violence can do , and easier gains those ends she tends unto . 327 S. DANIEL REMORSE OEMORSE - she ne'er forsakes us ! - REMORSE she ne'er forsakes tracks our rapid steps through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy , 328 ...
... swords of violence can do , and easier gains those ends she tends unto . 327 S. DANIEL REMORSE OEMORSE - she ne'er forsakes us ! - REMORSE she ne'er forsakes tracks our rapid steps through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy , 328 ...
الصفحة 40
... sword assailed my house by night ; in that blind tumult they were slain . To chance impute their deaths , then , not to me . J M. ARNOLD JUDGMENTS ARE of different RANGE EARL OF SOMERSET - EARL OF WARWICK UDGE you , my Lord of Warwick ...
... sword assailed my house by night ; in that blind tumult they were slain . To chance impute their deaths , then , not to me . J M. ARNOLD JUDGMENTS ARE of different RANGE EARL OF SOMERSET - EARL OF WARWICK UDGE you , my Lord of Warwick ...
الصفحة 41
... swords against this breast , some honest man , for I have lived till I am pitied ! my former deeds were hateful : but this last is pitiful , for I unwillingly have given the dear preserver of my life unto his torture . Is it in the ...
... swords against this breast , some honest man , for I have lived till I am pitied ! my former deeds were hateful : but this last is pitiful , for I unwillingly have given the dear preserver of my life unto his torture . Is it in the ...
الصفحة 54
... swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; these hands shall never draw ' em out like lightning , to blast whole ...
... swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; these hands shall never draw ' em out like lightning , to blast whole ...
الصفحة 57
... sword , and feel the quickness of the edge , and in his hand weigh it he oft would make me smile at this . His youth did promise much , and his ripe years will see it all performed . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 398 HENRY BEAUFORT'S REPLY TO ...
... sword , and feel the quickness of the edge , and in his hand weigh it he oft would make me smile at this . His youth did promise much , and his ripe years will see it all performed . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 398 HENRY BEAUFORT'S REPLY TO ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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.