Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 2±ÇHubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... fears . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms ... fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are the children of an idle brain ...
... fears . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms ... fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are the children of an idle brain ...
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... fear . The law and not the judge condemns the criminal . What cannot be eschewed must be embraced . A head - strong liberty is lasht with woe . Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word . Time is a thief and steals by night and day ...
... fear . The law and not the judge condemns the criminal . What cannot be eschewed must be embraced . A head - strong liberty is lasht with woe . Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word . Time is a thief and steals by night and day ...
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... Fear still attends upon the steps of wrong . Their fears are most who know not what they fear . Deaf as the sea , hasty as fire , is anger . Hateful to God and to good men are lies . 95 To the sorrowful sorrow seems to dwell everywhere ...
... Fear still attends upon the steps of wrong . Their fears are most who know not what they fear . Deaf as the sea , hasty as fire , is anger . Hateful to God and to good men are lies . 95 To the sorrowful sorrow seems to dwell everywhere ...
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... fear to die . SUFFERING AGGRAVATED BY CONTRAST IS double death to die in sight of shore : pings food . 156 BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament , itself and true . LIFE - A LOAN ...
... fear to die . SUFFERING AGGRAVATED BY CONTRAST IS double death to die in sight of shore : pings food . 156 BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament , itself and true . LIFE - A LOAN ...
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... fear . TRU TRUE DIGNITY N. ROWE RUE dignity is his whose tranquil mind virtue has raised above the things below ; who , every hope and fear to heaven resigned , shrinks not , though Fortune aim her deadliest blow . J. BEATTIE PROUD ...
... fear . TRU TRUE DIGNITY N. ROWE RUE dignity is his whose tranquil mind virtue has raised above the things below ; who , every hope and fear to heaven resigned , shrinks not , though Fortune aim her deadliest blow . J. BEATTIE PROUD ...
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478 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
375 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
431 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
514 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
431 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.