Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Svazek 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Strana 10
... MIGHTY , THE MORE MERCIFUL 200 WHO HO may do most , does least : the bravest will shew mercy there , where they have power to kill . GOLD BEFORE GOODNESS OW rich a man is , all desire to know , 201 202 203 204 OBEDIENCE man so well a ...
... MIGHTY , THE MORE MERCIFUL 200 WHO HO may do most , does least : the bravest will shew mercy there , where they have power to kill . GOLD BEFORE GOODNESS OW rich a man is , all desire to know , 201 202 203 204 OBEDIENCE man so well a ...
Strana 12
... mighty flood , which being stopt , the bounding banks o'erflows : grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows . THE SEA NAMQUE nilum pejus W. SHAKESPEARE macerat hemonem quamde mare sævom : vires quoi sunt magnæ , topper confringent ...
... mighty flood , which being stopt , the bounding banks o'erflows : grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows . THE SEA NAMQUE nilum pejus W. SHAKESPEARE macerat hemonem quamde mare sævom : vires quoi sunt magnæ , topper confringent ...
Strana 21
... mighty cost sustain , and pay the price of fame , -labour and care and pain . CHANGE OW like a younker or a prodigal Ho the scarféd bark puts from her native bay , hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth ...
... mighty cost sustain , and pay the price of fame , -labour and care and pain . CHANGE OW like a younker or a prodigal Ho the scarféd bark puts from her native bay , hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth ...
Strana 34
... mighty rivers quietly do glide , THUS and do not by their rage their powers profess , but by their mighty workings ; when in pride small torrents roar more loud , and work much less . Peace greatness best becomes . Calm power doth guide ...
... mighty rivers quietly do glide , THUS and do not by their rage their powers profess , but by their mighty workings ; when in pride small torrents roar more loud , and work much less . Peace greatness best becomes . Calm power doth guide ...
Strana 45
... mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten current , and you shall see a thousand angry rings rise in his face , still swelling and still growing ; so jars circling in ...
... mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten current , and you shall see a thousand angry rings rise in his face , still swelling and still growing ; so jars circling in ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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Strana 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Strana 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Strana 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Strana 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Strana 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Strana 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Strana 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Strana 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Strana 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.