Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... Crown 8vo . gs . 6d * Cæsar Morgan on the Trinity of Plato , a new edition revised . Crown 8vo . 45 [ In Preparation ] FOLIA SILVULÆ , Latinè et Græcè reddita ; accedunt Musarum Anglicanarum Analecta . * Edited for the Syndics of the ...
... Crown 8vo . gs . 6d * Cæsar Morgan on the Trinity of Plato , a new edition revised . Crown 8vo . 45 [ In Preparation ] FOLIA SILVULÆ , Latinè et Græcè reddita ; accedunt Musarum Anglicanarum Analecta . * Edited for the Syndics of the ...
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... lovely cheeks or lips or eyes . MY Content and rich Y conscience is my crown , contented thoughts my rest : my heart is happy in itself , my bliss is in my breast . T. CAREW 39 40 Enough I reckon wealth : a mean , into Latin Lyric Verse II.
... lovely cheeks or lips or eyes . MY Content and rich Y conscience is my crown , contented thoughts my rest : my heart is happy in itself , my bliss is in my breast . T. CAREW 39 40 Enough I reckon wealth : a mean , into Latin Lyric Verse II.
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... crown , but those soft lights can never burn , till once the fiery sun is down . ' R. M. MILNES 65 THE PRAYER OF ORPHEUS Y the streams that ever flow , BY by the fragrant winds that blow o'er the Elysian flowers ; by those happy souls ...
... crown , but those soft lights can never burn , till once the fiery sun is down . ' R. M. MILNES 65 THE PRAYER OF ORPHEUS Y the streams that ever flow , BY by the fragrant winds that blow o'er the Elysian flowers ; by those happy souls ...
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... crown , and crush the vices of the blood ! Open our hearts and set them free that heavenly light may enter in ; and from this fair society obliterate the taint of sin . Thee , holy Love , I bid arise propitious to my votive lay ; shine ...
... crown , and crush the vices of the blood ! Open our hearts and set them free that heavenly light may enter in ; and from this fair society obliterate the taint of sin . Thee , holy Love , I bid arise propitious to my votive lay ; shine ...
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... crowns yon silvery stream , and darts fine lustres on the full cascades : through drear autumnal scenes her rays diffuse that gentle charm which soothes the pensive sigh : now Spring no more presents her blushing hues , and Summer's ...
... crowns yon silvery stream , and darts fine lustres on the full cascades : through drear autumnal scenes her rays diffuse that gentle charm which soothes the pensive sigh : now Spring no more presents her blushing hues , and Summer's ...
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beauty beneath birds breast breath bright bring calm clouds College crown dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fall fate fear feel fields fire flow flowers give glory golden grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour keep land late leaves light live look Lord mind morn mountains mourn Nature never night notes o'er pain pass peace pleasure rest rise rock roses round shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts trees true turn voice waves weep wild winds wings winter young youth δὲ καὶ τε
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Стр. 172 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Стр. 248 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Стр. 248 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Стр. 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Стр. 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 171 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Стр. 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Стр. 145 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Стр. 46 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.