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5 ÆäÀÌÁö
T. S. E. Vesper. Cara mihi redeunt moriturae tempora lucis, Qvom radii in tacitas
dissoluuntur aqvas ; Somnia tum lapsos reddunt mihi dulcia soles, Teqve memor
cupido pectore, vita, seqvor. Qvodqve tremit longo dum conspicor ordine lumen,
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T. S. E. Vesper. Cara mihi redeunt moriturae tempora lucis, Qvom radii in tacitas
dissoluuntur aqvas ; Somnia tum lapsos reddunt mihi dulcia soles, Teqve memor
cupido pectore, vita, seqvor. Qvodqve tremit longo dum conspicor ordine lumen,
...
37 ÆäÀÌÁö
O ubi, qvos celebrat felix vindemia, cantus, Qvi per agros laeti perqve vagantur
aqvas ? O ubi ruricolae gaudent titubare choreis, Libertatis amans laetitiaeqve
cohors? Caeruleisqve almae radiantia risubus aurae O ubi nativae stant mihi
tecta ...
O ubi, qvos celebrat felix vindemia, cantus, Qvi per agros laeti perqve vagantur
aqvas ? O ubi ruricolae gaudent titubare choreis, Libertatis amans laetitiaeqve
cohors? Caeruleisqve almae radiantia risubus aurae O ubi nativae stant mihi
tecta ...
125 ÆäÀÌÁö
Nox retro properat: pallenti Lucifer ortu Iam tremula dubias lampade pulsat aqvas
. Transferet hic ah me peregrinam fluctus ad oram, Qva neqve amor nec spes nec
meus ignis erit. Frigida de celso funduntur lumina caelo, Frigidaqve haec ...
Nox retro properat: pallenti Lucifer ortu Iam tremula dubias lampade pulsat aqvas
. Transferet hic ah me peregrinam fluctus ad oram, Qva neqve amor nec spes nec
meus ignis erit. Frigida de celso funduntur lumina caelo, Frigidaqve haec ...
211 ÆäÀÌÁö
Magne, tuae fletus essent iniuria famae : Questubus O nullis dedecorande, Vale.
Natus Perfidiis. Virgo, desine qvestuum : Natus perfidiis est et erit puer: Par
nunqvam sibi ; at altero Terras usqve premens, altero aqvas pede. Drinking Song
of ...
Magne, tuae fletus essent iniuria famae : Questubus O nullis dedecorande, Vale.
Natus Perfidiis. Virgo, desine qvestuum : Natus perfidiis est et erit puer: Par
nunqvam sibi ; at altero Terras usqve premens, altero aqvas pede. Drinking Song
of ...
291 ÆäÀÌÁö
Subter aqvas Alpheus et humida regna silenti Amne petit fluctus, fons Arethusa,
tuos. Dos vehitur, floresqve novi frondesqve revulsae, Sacraqve flumineas signat
arena vias; Labitur interea luctans uxorius amnis, Nec mare, qvod praebet, novit
...
Subter aqvas Alpheus et humida regna silenti Amne petit fluctus, fons Arethusa,
tuos. Dos vehitur, floresqve novi frondesqve revulsae, Sacraqve flumineas signat
arena vias; Labitur interea luctans uxorius amnis, Nec mare, qvod praebet, novit
...
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34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...