Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. HoldenHubert Ashton Holden 1866 |
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... deep , returned and wept , and still returned to weep . The good old sire the first prepared to go to new - found worlds , and wept for others ' woe- but for himself , in conscious virtue brave , he only wished for worlds beyond the ...
... deep , returned and wept , and still returned to weep . The good old sire the first prepared to go to new - found worlds , and wept for others ' woe- but for himself , in conscious virtue brave , he only wished for worlds beyond the ...
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... . Soft lustre bathes the range of urns on every slanting terrace lawn ; the fountain to his place returns deep in the garden lake withdrawn . 205 206 A FLOWER GARDEN AT COLEORTON HALL ` ELL 5-2 into Latin Elegiac Verse 67.
... . Soft lustre bathes the range of urns on every slanting terrace lawn ; the fountain to his place returns deep in the garden lake withdrawn . 205 206 A FLOWER GARDEN AT COLEORTON HALL ` ELL 5-2 into Latin Elegiac Verse 67.
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... deep ; in vain , to soothe the solitary shade , aërial notes in mingling measure played ; the summer wind that shook the spangled tree , the whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; — still slowly passed the melancholy day , and still ...
... deep ; in vain , to soothe the solitary shade , aërial notes in mingling measure played ; the summer wind that shook the spangled tree , the whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; — still slowly passed the melancholy day , and still ...
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... deep , no surly porter stands , in guilty state , to spurn imploring famine from the gate ; but on he moves to meet his latter end , angels around befriending virtue's friend , sinks to the grave with unperceived decay , . while ...
... deep , no surly porter stands , in guilty state , to spurn imploring famine from the gate ; but on he moves to meet his latter end , angels around befriending virtue's friend , sinks to the grave with unperceived decay , . while ...
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... deep trenches in thy beauty's field , thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held : then being asked where all thy beauty lies , where all the treasure of thy lusty days , to say , within ...
... deep trenches in thy beauty's field , thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held : then being asked where all thy beauty lies , where all the treasure of thy lusty days , to say , within ...
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AGATHIAS arms beauty behold beneath birds blest bloom bosom boughs bower breast breath bright brow charms clouds cold crowned dark dead death delight doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle golden grace grave green grief grove hast hath heart heaven hills hour J. W. DONALDSON light live LORD LORD BYRON lyre MELEAGER MILTON morn mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain peace plain rest rill rise rocks rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound SPENSER spring St John's College stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought toil trees Trinity College twas vale voice W. E. AYTOUN wandering waves weep wild winds wings woods youth γὰρ δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν οὐ τὸ τὸν
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Стр. 36 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 84 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 351 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Стр. 362 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 87 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Стр. 54 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Стр. 189 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Стр. 70 - What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? what shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance...
Стр. 402 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Стр. 34 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...