Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 2. kötetHubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 72 találatból.
15. oldal
... feel in his own fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all ... feeling of their grief are wrought It easeth some , though none it ever cured , to think their dolors others have ...
... feel in his own fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all ... feeling of their grief are wrought It easeth some , though none it ever cured , to think their dolors others have ...
27. oldal
... feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ; —ours recoil , heap the fair plain , and bleaken all before us . SIR J. BEAUMONT 301 JOY OF PYLADES ON HEARING HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE H into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 27.
... feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ; —ours recoil , heap the fair plain , and bleaken all before us . SIR J. BEAUMONT 301 JOY OF PYLADES ON HEARING HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE H into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 27.
47. oldal
... feel amends , the breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , with day - spring born ; here leave me to respire . 369 This day a solemn feast the people hold to Dagon their sea - idol , and forbid laborious works — unwillingly ...
... feel amends , the breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , with day - spring born ; here leave me to respire . 369 This day a solemn feast the people hold to Dagon their sea - idol , and forbid laborious works — unwillingly ...
49. oldal
... feel them . Where sorrow's held intrusive and turn'd out , there wisdom will not enter nor true powers nor ought that dignifies humanity . Yet such the barrenness of busy life ! From shelf to shelf Ambition clambers up , to reach the ...
... feel them . Where sorrow's held intrusive and turn'd out , there wisdom will not enter nor true powers nor ought that dignifies humanity . Yet such the barrenness of busy life ! From shelf to shelf Ambition clambers up , to reach the ...
54. oldal
... feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; these hands ...
... feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; these hands ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
478. oldal - 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...
201. oldal - 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.
375. oldal - 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.
435. oldal - 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.
209. oldal - 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...
431. oldal - 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.
514. oldal - 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.
289. oldal - 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.
183. oldal - 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...
431. oldal - 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.