Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Halaman 15
... soon read in the eyes of others as feel in his own fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all his dependents , which laboured after him to the mountain's top even on their knees ...
... soon read in the eyes of others as feel in his own fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all his dependents , which laboured after him to the mountain's top even on their knees ...
Halaman 30
... soon as reflections in the bosom rise , light slumbers vanish from the clouded eyes : the tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain ...
... soon as reflections in the bosom rise , light slumbers vanish from the clouded eyes : the tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain ...
Halaman 41
... soon shall meet never to part again ; in that my hopes are centered , and by that imagination wound so high , that now my soul intent on Paradise in her , even on the rack its firmness shall maintain , all wrapt in thought and negligent ...
... soon shall meet never to part again ; in that my hopes are centered , and by that imagination wound so high , that now my soul intent on Paradise in her , even on the rack its firmness shall maintain , all wrapt in thought and negligent ...
Halaman 52
... soon will the spasm of life departing leave my bosom free ! Soon shall my spirit flow along the deep waves of forgetfulness , calmly and silently ! away to you , ye dead ! Ye dwellers of the eternal cloud , take home the son of earth ...
... soon will the spasm of life departing leave my bosom free ! Soon shall my spirit flow along the deep waves of forgetfulness , calmly and silently ! away to you , ye dead ! Ye dwellers of the eternal cloud , take home the son of earth ...
Halaman 59
... soon with grapes its boughs are crowned , that ripen every hour : and now more soft , now purple grown , the clusters lade the vine , and when the evening shades draw on , the peasant quaffs the wine . J. ANSTICE 403 A PLEA FOR ...
... soon with grapes its boughs are crowned , that ripen every hour : and now more soft , now purple grown , the clusters lade the vine , and when the evening shades draw on , the peasant quaffs the wine . J. ANSTICE 403 A PLEA FOR ...
Istilah dan frasa umum
arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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Halaman 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Halaman 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Halaman 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Halaman 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Halaman 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Halaman 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Halaman 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Halaman 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Halaman 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Halaman 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.