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... H©¡c tibi , si teneris vacat inter pr©¡lia Musis , Mittit ab Angliaco littore fida manus . Accipe sinceram , quamvis sit sera , salutem ; Fiat et hoc ipso gratior illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit 55 Icaris a ...
... H©¡c tibi , si teneris vacat inter pr©¡lia Musis , Mittit ab Angliaco littore fida manus . Accipe sinceram , quamvis sit sera , salutem ; Fiat et hoc ipso gratior illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit 55 Icaris a ...
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... h©¡c rabies , quid sacer iste furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint isto reddita dona modo . 20 Jam , Philomela , tuos , foliis adoperta novellis , 25 Instituis modulos , dum silet omne nemus : Urbe ego ...
... h©¡c rabies , quid sacer iste furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint isto reddita dona modo . 20 Jam , Philomela , tuos , foliis adoperta novellis , 25 Instituis modulos , dum silet omne nemus : Urbe ego ...
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... H©¡c sunt militi©¡ digna troph©¡a tu©¡ . 10 In genus humanum quid inania dirigis arma ? Non valet in fortes ista pharetra viros . Non tulit hoc Cyprius , neque enim Deus ullus ad Promptior , et duplici jam ferus igne calet . [ iras Ver erat ...
... H©¡c sunt militi©¡ digna troph©¡a tu©¡ . 10 In genus humanum quid inania dirigis arma ? Non valet in fortes ista pharetra viros . Non tulit hoc Cyprius , neque enim Deus ullus ad Promptior , et duplici jam ferus igne calet . [ iras Ver erat ...
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... H©¡c ego non fugi spectacula grata severus , Impetus et quo me fert juvenilis , agor : " 55 37 Cydoniusque ] Ov . Met . viii . 22. Cydoneasque phare- tras . ' ¨¡n . xii . 852. Warton . There is no authority for lengthening the first ...
... H©¡c ego non fugi spectacula grata severus , Impetus et quo me fert juvenilis , agor : " 55 37 Cydoniusque ] Ov . Met . viii . 22. Cydoneasque phare- tras . ' ¨¡n . xii . 852. Warton . There is no authority for lengthening the first ...
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... h©¡c mihi sola rebellis , Contemtrixque jugi , nostraque potentior arte . Illa tamen , mea si quicquam tentamina possunt , Non feret hoc impune diu , non ibit inulta . Hactenus ; et piceis liquido natat aëre pennis : Qua volat , adversi ...
... h©¡c mihi sola rebellis , Contemtrixque jugi , nostraque potentior arte . Illa tamen , mea si quicquam tentamina possunt , Non feret hoc impune diu , non ibit inulta . Hactenus ; et piceis liquido natat aëre pennis : Qua volat , adversi ...
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10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest with thee bring, Him that yon...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.