Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 1권Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... birds ' harmonious moan , or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove , than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne , which good make doubtful , do the evil approve ! O how more sweet is zephyr's wholesome breath , and sighs ...
... birds ' harmonious moan , or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove , than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne , which good make doubtful , do the evil approve ! O how more sweet is zephyr's wholesome breath , and sighs ...
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... birds , ' Prepare against the threatening foe your trustiest shields . ' For me , who under kindlier laws belong to Nature's tuneful quire , this rustling dry through leaves yet green , and yon crystalline sky , announce a season potent ...
... birds , ' Prepare against the threatening foe your trustiest shields . ' For me , who under kindlier laws belong to Nature's tuneful quire , this rustling dry through leaves yet green , and yon crystalline sky , announce a season potent ...
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... bird from yon high spray responsive listens to his lay . And if , like me , some love - lorn maid should sing her sorrows to thy shade , O , soothe her breast , ye rocks around , with softest sympathy of sound . E. DARWIN 160 161 THE ...
... bird from yon high spray responsive listens to his lay . And if , like me , some love - lorn maid should sing her sorrows to thy shade , O , soothe her breast , ye rocks around , with softest sympathy of sound . E. DARWIN 160 161 THE ...
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... darkness ' curtains he retires , in sympathising night he rolls his smoky fires . When , Goddess , thou lift'st up thy wak'ned head out of the morning's purple bed , thy quire of birds about thee play , and all 76 Passages for Translation.
... darkness ' curtains he retires , in sympathising night he rolls his smoky fires . When , Goddess , thou lift'st up thy wak'ned head out of the morning's purple bed , thy quire of birds about thee play , and all 76 Passages for Translation.
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Hubert Ashton Holden. thy quire of birds about thee play , and all the joyful world salutes the rising day . The ghosts and monster spirits , that did presume a body's privilege to assume , vanish again invisibly and bodies gain again ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. thy quire of birds about thee play , and all the joyful world salutes the rising day . The ghosts and monster spirits , that did presume a body's privilege to assume , vanish again invisibly and bodies gain again ...
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172 페이지 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
248 페이지 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
248 페이지 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
216 페이지 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
9 페이지 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
171 페이지 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
267 페이지 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
145 페이지 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
46 페이지 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.