Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendisimpensis Georgii Bell in vico dicto Fleet Street, 1850 - 328 oldal |
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xv. oldal
... Thee weep The Imitator • The Spirit of Love Idyl . Schiller 12 • Byron 14 Machler 14 • • Moore 16 • Tennyson . 18 Sprache Schiller 18 Let us love · Coleridge . 20 Zeus zu Herkules Schiller 20 • The Beech - Tree's Petition • Campbell 22 ...
... Thee weep The Imitator • The Spirit of Love Idyl . Schiller 12 • Byron 14 Machler 14 • • Moore 16 • Tennyson . 18 Sprache Schiller 18 Let us love · Coleridge . 20 Zeus zu Herkules Schiller 20 • The Beech - Tree's Petition • Campbell 22 ...
xix. oldal
... Thee ? · The Soldiery of Hell . Jacobi 220 Byron 220 Herrick 222 Moultrie 222 Milton 224 He and She Moore 226 A Dialogue Funeral Honours On a Pipe in the Temple of Venus Exton - Bolingbroke . Love a Circle The Etrurian Nania Merivale ...
... Thee ? · The Soldiery of Hell . Jacobi 220 Byron 220 Herrick 222 Moultrie 222 Milton 224 He and She Moore 226 A Dialogue Funeral Honours On a Pipe in the Temple of Venus Exton - Bolingbroke . Love a Circle The Etrurian Nania Merivale ...
xxi. oldal
... Thee Amor ad Flumen · · Βὰν δ ̓ ἴμεναι πόλεμόνδε θεοί Nullus ad amissas ibit Amicus Opes Nil ergo optabunt Homines Alexander ad Milites Calendae Septembres • She is far from the Land Fontis Inscriptio · • She dwelt among the untrodden ...
... Thee Amor ad Flumen · · Βὰν δ ̓ ἴμεναι πόλεμόνδε θεοί Nullus ad amissas ibit Amicus Opes Nil ergo optabunt Homines Alexander ad Milites Calendae Septembres • She is far from the Land Fontis Inscriptio · • She dwelt among the untrodden ...
4. oldal
... thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . MOORE . Flumen Natale . Rivule , qvo ...
... thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . MOORE . Flumen Natale . Rivule , qvo ...
13. oldal
... amorem Lethe nulla meum vorare pollet . Audin ' , moenibus instat illa Erinys : Ferro hoc cinge latus . Qvid usqve ploras ? Lethaeis amat Hector in tenebris . K. I saw thee weep . I saw thee weep - SABRINAE COROLLA . 13.
... amorem Lethe nulla meum vorare pollet . Audin ' , moenibus instat illa Erinys : Ferro hoc cinge latus . Qvid usqve ploras ? Lethaeis amat Hector in tenebris . K. I saw thee weep . I saw thee weep - SABRINAE COROLLA . 13.
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196. oldal - 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...
130. oldal - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
78. oldal - 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 Of his chamber in the east.
156. oldal - 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.
154. oldal - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 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.
248. oldal - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
114. oldal - 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.
266. oldal - 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...
152. oldal - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
258. oldal - For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.