Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendisBell and Doldy, 1867 - 401ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Look The Banished One Jolly Spring Dirge • The Claims of the Workman Break , break , break What is Certain ? . The All - compelling Potentate Edward Kno'well , & c . The Lost Songstress Mature Love King Stephen ¡¤ A Geological Specimen ...
... Look The Banished One Jolly Spring Dirge • The Claims of the Workman Break , break , break What is Certain ? . The All - compelling Potentate Edward Kno'well , & c . The Lost Songstress Mature Love King Stephen ¡¤ A Geological Specimen ...
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... look review , Remark his icy eye , his smileless cheek : Adversity is nigh . Speed , counsel how To soften as thou may'st th ' inevitable blow . R. W. E. ¥Á¥í¥ä¥ñ¥á ¥ì¥ï¥é ἔ¥í¥í¥å¥ð¥å , ¥Ì¥ïῦ¥ò¥á , ¥ð¥ï¥ëύ¥ó¥ñ¥ï¥ð¥ï¥í . Ὦ ¥ðό¥ð¥ï¥é 16 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... look review , Remark his icy eye , his smileless cheek : Adversity is nigh . Speed , counsel how To soften as thou may'st th ' inevitable blow . R. W. E. ¥Á¥í¥ä¥ñ¥á ¥ì¥ï¥é ἔ¥í¥í¥å¥ð¥å , ¥Ì¥ïῦ¥ò¥á , ¥ð¥ï¥ëύ¥ó¥ñ¥ï¥ð¥ï¥í . Ὦ ¥ðό¥ð¥ï¥é 16 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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... look grim as hell ! SHAKESPEARE . An sie . Deine Augen sind nicht himmelblau , Dein Mund , er ist kein Rosenmund , Nicht Brust und Arme Lilien . Ach welch ein Frühling wäre das , Wo solche Lilien , solche Rosen Im Thal und auf den Höhen ...
... look grim as hell ! SHAKESPEARE . An sie . Deine Augen sind nicht himmelblau , Dein Mund , er ist kein Rosenmund , Nicht Brust und Arme Lilien . Ach welch ein Frühling wäre das , Wo solche Lilien , solche Rosen Im Thal und auf den Höhen ...
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... false Face true . HAT there is falsehood in his looks I must and will deny : They say their master is a knave ; And sure they do not lie . BURNS . Inter Opes inops . TABAM ego sic curas meditans , 100 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... false Face true . HAT there is falsehood in his looks I must and will deny : They say their master is a knave ; And sure they do not lie . BURNS . Inter Opes inops . TABAM ego sic curas meditans , 100 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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... look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip ; To me the cheek displays no roses , Like that the assenting blush discloses . Would she have me praise her hair ? Let her place my garland there ; Is her hand ...
... look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip ; To me the cheek displays no roses , Like that the assenting blush discloses . Would she have me praise her hair ? Let her place my garland there ; Is her hand ...
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310 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
90 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 : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
212 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...
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east.
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
368 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
122 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.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
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?