Between whiles, or Wayside amusements of a working life [an anthology of Engl. verse with Lat. verse transl.] ed. [and tr.] by B.H. Kennedy1877 |
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... soul shall be : all princely graces , that mould up such a mighty piece as this is , with all the virtues that attend the good , shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her , holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : she ...
... soul shall be : all princely graces , that mould up such a mighty piece as this is , with all the virtues that attend the good , shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her , holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : she ...
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... souls that sigh and weep in love of those that lie asleep ! for Cupid is a merry god , and forceth none to kiss the rod . my songs they be of Cynthia's praise , I wear her rings on holidays , in every tree I write her name , and every ...
... souls that sigh and weep in love of those that lie asleep ! for Cupid is a merry god , and forceth none to kiss the rod . my songs they be of Cynthia's praise , I wear her rings on holidays , in every tree I write her name , and every ...
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... thy falchion , do not grasp thy gold : act not the hero's and the coward's part , abroad all soul , at home without a heart . A. Quocumque aspicio , Mors est . LAETITIA moriar , si 34 WAYSIDE AMUSEMENTS . Anon To a Covetous Hero Butler?
... thy falchion , do not grasp thy gold : act not the hero's and the coward's part , abroad all soul , at home without a heart . A. Quocumque aspicio , Mors est . LAETITIA moriar , si 34 WAYSIDE AMUSEMENTS . Anon To a Covetous Hero Butler?
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... soul , we revel to disturb thy rest . feigned is the pleasure that appears , and false the triumph of our eyes ; our draughts of joy are dashed with tears , our songs imperfect and in sighs . we inly mourn : o'er flowery plains to roam ...
... soul , we revel to disturb thy rest . feigned is the pleasure that appears , and false the triumph of our eyes ; our draughts of joy are dashed with tears , our songs imperfect and in sighs . we inly mourn : o'er flowery plains to roam ...
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... soul counts thee her creditor , and with advantage means to pay thy love : and , my good friend , thy voluntary oath lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . give me thy hand . I had a thing to say , — but I will fit it with some better ...
... soul counts thee her creditor , and with advantage means to pay thy love : and , my good friend , thy voluntary oath lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . give me thy hand . I had a thing to say , — but I will fit it with some better ...
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378 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...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of. earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness : she shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...
386 ÆäÀÌÁö - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing. Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...