The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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الصفحة 181
... quæ sequuntur de Auctore testimonia , ta- metsi ipse intelligebat non tam de se quàm supra se esse dicta , eò quòd præclaro ingenio viri , nec non amici , ita ferè solent laudare , ut omnia suis potiùs virtutibus , quàm veritati ...
... quæ sequuntur de Auctore testimonia , ta- metsi ipse intelligebat non tam de se quàm supra se esse dicta , eò quòd præclaro ingenio viri , nec non amici , ita ferè solent laudare , ut omnia suis potiùs virtutibus , quàm veritati ...
الصفحة 190
... Quæ possit senium vel reparare Jovis ! Ah quoties vidi superantia lumina gemmas , Atque faces , quotquot , volvit uterque polus ! Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fluit puro nectare tincta via ! Et decus eximium ...
... Quæ possit senium vel reparare Jovis ! Ah quoties vidi superantia lumina gemmas , Atque faces , quotquot , volvit uterque polus ! Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fluit puro nectare tincta via ! Et decus eximium ...
الصفحة 193
... quæ plurima cœlo Evehitur pennis , quamlibet augur , avis . Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia silvis ; Et quot alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanta tibi cùm sit concessa potestas , Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ...
... quæ plurima cœlo Evehitur pennis , quamlibet augur , avis . Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia silvis ; Et quot alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanta tibi cùm sit concessa potestas , Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ...
الصفحة 195
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul , Christicolas pascere doctus oves . Ille quidem est animæ plusquam pars altera nostræ ; Dimidio vitæ vivere cogor ego ...
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul , Christicolas pascere doctus oves . Ille quidem est animæ plusquam pars altera nostræ ; Dimidio vitæ vivere cogor ego ...
الصفحة 197
... quæ patuere , solent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes , Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad mostas delicuere preces : Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
... quæ patuere , solent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes , Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad mostas delicuere preces : Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
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aëre agni Amor ANNO ETATIS ANTISTROPHE Atque carmina choro cœli cœlo COMUS cùm Dagon dark death decus deos deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies erat etiam eyes fair fear feast foes fortè fræna glory gods habet hæc hand hath hear Heaven Hinc honor igne illa ille Inque inter ipsa ipse jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah Jovis LADY Lord loud lumina malè Manoah mihi Milton modò Mopsus mortal mosta Musa neque night nocte numina Nunc o'er Olympo peace pectora Philistines Phœbe praise procul PSALM Quà quæ quàm quid quis Quòd quoque rupit sæpe Samson shalt shame Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet tamen thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis thyself tibi Tu quoque Tuque turba ulmo urbe virgin Virtue wilt
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الصفحة 120 - AC ! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
الصفحة 126 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
الصفحة 128 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
الصفحة 61 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
الصفحة 110 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
الصفحة 72 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
الصفحة 64 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
الصفحة 118 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
الصفحة 79 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
الصفحة 126 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.