Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... honours slide . Sith sails of largest size the storm doth soonest tear ; I bear so low and small a sail as freeth me from fear . I envy not their hap , whom favour doth advance ; I take no pleasure in their pain , that have less happy ...
... honours slide . Sith sails of largest size the storm doth soonest tear ; I bear so low and small a sail as freeth me from fear . I envy not their hap , whom favour doth advance ; I take no pleasure in their pain , that have less happy ...
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... honour's chair are set do feel their wants : when men of meaner place , although they lack the others ' golden spring , perhaps are blest above the richest king . TO THE VIOLET H. PEACHAM HILD of the Spring ! thou charming flower , CH ...
... honour's chair are set do feel their wants : when men of meaner place , although they lack the others ' golden spring , perhaps are blest above the richest king . TO THE VIOLET H. PEACHAM HILD of the Spring ! thou charming flower , CH ...
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... honours time and death defy , and round the throne of heaven on high beam everlasting day . H. MORE 63 THE THE EARTH'S BOUNTY HE Earth that in her genial breast makes for the down a kindly nest , where wafted by the warm south - west it ...
... honours time and death defy , and round the throne of heaven on high beam everlasting day . H. MORE 63 THE THE EARTH'S BOUNTY HE Earth that in her genial breast makes for the down a kindly nest , where wafted by the warm south - west it ...
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... and free as the young spring ; ever be thy honour spoke , from that place the Morn is broke to that place Day doth unyoke ! F. S. II . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 3 96 97 98 THE POET'S OBSEQUIES ALL it not vain into Latin Lyric Verse 33.
... and free as the young spring ; ever be thy honour spoke , from that place the Morn is broke to that place Day doth unyoke ! F. S. II . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 3 96 97 98 THE POET'S OBSEQUIES ALL it not vain into Latin Lyric Verse 33.
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... honour did thee ever please , guard them , and him within protect from harms . He can requite thee ; for he knows the charms that call fame on such gentle acts as these , and he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas , whatever clime ...
... honour did thee ever please , guard them , and him within protect from harms . He can requite thee ; for he knows the charms that call fame on such gentle acts as these , and he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas , whatever clime ...
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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.