Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 2권Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... speak patience ' TIS to those who wring under the load of sorrow ; but no man's virtue nor sufficiency to be so moral , when he shall endure the like himself . W. SHAKESPEARE 250 251 252 253 254 THE SAME EC vero tanta 16 Passages for ...
... speak patience ' TIS to those who wring under the load of sorrow ; but no man's virtue nor sufficiency to be so moral , when he shall endure the like himself . W. SHAKESPEARE 250 251 252 253 254 THE SAME EC vero tanta 16 Passages for ...
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... Speak no harsh words of Earth , she is our mother , and few of us , her sons , who have not added a wrinkle to her brow . She gave us birth , we drew our nurture from her ample breast , and there is coming for us all an hour 351 • 352 ...
... Speak no harsh words of Earth , she is our mother , and few of us , her sons , who have not added a wrinkle to her brow . She gave us birth , we drew our nurture from her ample breast , and there is coming for us all an hour 351 • 352 ...
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... speak . Farewell ? I should have answered his farewell . His mercy choked me . Gone , my lord the King , my own true lord ! how dare I call him mine ? The shadow of another cleaves to me , and makes me one pollution : he , the King ...
... speak . Farewell ? I should have answered his farewell . His mercy choked me . Gone , my lord the King , my own true lord ! how dare I call him mine ? The shadow of another cleaves to me , and makes me one pollution : he , the King ...
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... tombs and monumental caves of death look cold , and shoot a chillness to my trembling heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; F. S. III 5 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 65.
... tombs and monumental caves of death look cold , and shoot a chillness to my trembling heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; F. S. III 5 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 65.
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Hubert Ashton Holden. 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , and let me hear thy voice ; my own affrights me with its echoes . A COMPARISON W. CONGREVE HE lapse of time and rivers is the same , TH both speed their journey with a ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , and let me hear thy voice ; my own affrights me with its echoes . A COMPARISON W. CONGREVE HE lapse of time and rivers is the same , TH both speed their journey with a ...
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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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478 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.