Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... how thy restless wavering state hath fraught with cares my troubled wit ! witness this present prison , whither fate could bear me , and the joys I quit : thou causedest the guilty to be losed from bands wherein 8 Passages for Translation.
... how thy restless wavering state hath fraught with cares my troubled wit ! witness this present prison , whither fate could bear me , and the joys I quit : thou causedest the guilty to be losed from bands wherein 8 Passages for Translation.
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... hath ever found her studies as one circle ) . Next she prays his readers be with rose and myrtle crowned ! no willow touch them ! As his bays are free from wrong of bolts , so may their chaplets be ! J. SELDEN 34 AGAIN MIDNIGHT SOUNDS ...
... hath ever found her studies as one circle ) . Next she prays his readers be with rose and myrtle crowned ! no willow touch them ! As his bays are free from wrong of bolts , so may their chaplets be ! J. SELDEN 34 AGAIN MIDNIGHT SOUNDS ...
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... hath made , all other fayre , lyke flowers , untymely fade . E. SPENSER SONNET 108 YKE as the culver on the bared bough mate , and in her songs sends many a wishfull vow for his return that seemes to linger late : so I alone , now left ...
... hath made , all other fayre , lyke flowers , untymely fade . E. SPENSER SONNET 108 YKE as the culver on the bared bough mate , and in her songs sends many a wishfull vow for his return that seemes to linger late : so I alone , now left ...
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... hath taught me thus to ruminate— that Time will come and take my Love away : -This thought is as a death , which cannot choose but weep to have that which it fears to lose . W. SHAKESPEARE III I 12 113 WHEN REMEMBRANCE to the sessions ...
... hath taught me thus to ruminate— that Time will come and take my Love away : -This thought is as a death , which cannot choose but weep to have that which it fears to lose . W. SHAKESPEARE III I 12 113 WHEN REMEMBRANCE to the sessions ...
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... it spread , and , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been : therefore , as doth the pilgrim , whom the night hastes darkly to imprison on his way , 121 122 think on thy home , my soul ! into Latin Lyric Verse 43 119 ...
... it spread , and , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been : therefore , as doth the pilgrim , whom the night hastes darkly to imprison on his way , 121 122 think on thy home , my soul ! into Latin Lyric Verse 43 119 ...
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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.