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... murmura languidiora somno . hanc visa Tellus diligere est parens huic molle risit caerulea Pater ex arce , dum nectens in omni valle moras petit alta ponti . Then Alpheus bold On his glacier cold With his trident Y. 2 17.
... murmura languidiora somno . hanc visa Tellus diligere est parens huic molle risit caerulea Pater ex arce , dum nectens in omni valle moras petit alta ponti . Then Alpheus bold On his glacier cold With his trident Y. 2 17.
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... quamvis dulcedine plena sonarent , res nihili puero est gratia visa lyrae : non placuisse parumst , ' a , pestem , avertite , ' clamat , ' cur vaga sambuca nos ita tundat anus ? ' Y. Then Wisdom stole his bat and ball , And taught 33.
... quamvis dulcedine plena sonarent , res nihili puero est gratia visa lyrae : non placuisse parumst , ' a , pestem , avertite , ' clamat , ' cur vaga sambuca nos ita tundat anus ? ' Y. Then Wisdom stole his bat and ball , And taught 33.
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... visa minas , - ' vae , puer audaci nimium confise iuventae , naufraga cui cerno quem struat unda torum . nonne vides nigris ut circumfusa cavernis gurgitis albenti spumet harena sale ? ut se cancer agat circum praecordia ludens ...
... visa minas , - ' vae , puer audaci nimium confise iuventae , naufraga cui cerno quem struat unda torum . nonne vides nigris ut circumfusa cavernis gurgitis albenti spumet harena sale ? ut se cancer agat circum praecordia ludens ...
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... visa , carpet aequor , an culpa Scytha dignus ambigemus , coepto qui sibi consulat duello ; utrum ius penes , utrius tyranni , fortuna geminas regente lances , sors victrix paritura sit triumphum ; an Mars sanguineo paret flagello ...
... visa , carpet aequor , an culpa Scytha dignus ambigemus , coepto qui sibi consulat duello ; utrum ius penes , utrius tyranni , fortuna geminas regente lances , sors victrix paritura sit triumphum ; an Mars sanguineo paret flagello ...
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... . nil quamvis certae pollebat gratia dextrae , irrita res visa est spernere calce solum , donec per medios petasum vultusque probati vim recreaturos sensimus ire ducis . He swayed his realm of grass , and planned , 111.
... . nil quamvis certae pollebat gratia dextrae , irrita res visa est spernere calce solum , donec per medios petasum vultusque probati vim recreaturos sensimus ire ducis . He swayed his realm of grass , and planned , 111.
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6 ÆäÀÌÁö - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - Down went the Royal George With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - Say, Father, say, If yet my task is done!" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.