Macaronic PoetryAppleton Morgan Hurd and Houghton, 1872 - 300 oldal |
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61. oldal
... Quam quod aqua miscuit Præfulis pincerna . Suum cuique proprium dat natura munus , Ego nunquam potui scribere jejunus , Me jejunum vincere poffet puer unus ; Sitim et jejunium odi tanquam funus . Tales verfus facio quale vinum bibo ...
... Quam quod aqua miscuit Præfulis pincerna . Suum cuique proprium dat natura munus , Ego nunquam potui scribere jejunus , Me jejunum vincere poffet puer unus ; Sitim et jejunium odi tanquam funus . Tales verfus facio quale vinum bibo ...
68. oldal
... Quam tu inquinasti , Clarefceret , Emma ! Thus he serves up " John Anderson my Jo , John " : JOANNEM ANDREÆ FILIUM ... Quàm bene cæfaries nitebat ! Frontis marito qualis erat decor ! Nunc , heu ! nivalis canities premit , Nullæ fed his ...
... Quam tu inquinasti , Clarefceret , Emma ! Thus he serves up " John Anderson my Jo , John " : JOANNEM ANDREÆ FILIUM ... Quàm bene cæfaries nitebat ! Frontis marito qualis erat decor ! Nunc , heu ! nivalis canities premit , Nullæ fed his ...
69. oldal
... quám rari patriæ videbunt ! Monǎchi ! heus ! tua figna agita jacta : Si quid potos , irrue fortis . VI . Multi cöeunt , pauci excedent : Plures lodix nivis obvolvet Heu fepulchrali nive quot mane- Quâ pes graditur cunque , fub omni bunt ...
... quám rari patriæ videbunt ! Monǎchi ! heus ! tua figna agita jacta : Si quid potos , irrue fortis . VI . Multi cöeunt , pauci excedent : Plures lodix nivis obvolvet Heu fepulchrali nive quot mane- Quâ pes graditur cunque , fub omni bunt ...
70. oldal
... Quam pulchra funt ova Cum alba et nova , In ftabulo fcite leguntur ; Et a Margery bella , Quæ feftiva puella ! Pinguis lardi cum fruftris coquuntur . Ut belles in prato , Aprico et lato Sub fole tam lacte renident ; Ova tofta in menfa ...
... Quam pulchra funt ova Cum alba et nova , In ftabulo fcite leguntur ; Et a Margery bella , Quæ feftiva puella ! Pinguis lardi cum fruftris coquuntur . Ut belles in prato , Aprico et lato Sub fole tam lacte renident ; Ova tofta in menfa ...
80. oldal
... Quam dixifti verum , Fugit Euro citius Tempus Edax rerum . Ubi funt , O pocula Dulciora melle Rixæ , pax , et ofcula Rubentis puellæ . Crefcit uva mollitur , Et puella crefcit ; Sed poeta , turpiter Sitiens , canefcit . Ubi funt , & c ...
... Quam dixifti verum , Fugit Euro citius Tempus Edax rerum . Ubi funt , O pocula Dulciora melle Rixæ , pax , et ofcula Rubentis puellæ . Crefcit uva mollitur , Et puella crefcit ; Sed poeta , turpiter Sitiens , canefcit . Ubi funt , & c ...
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20. oldal - They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
179. oldal - How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes, Dorm on the herb with none to supervise, Carp the suave berries from the crescent vine, And bibe the flow from longicaudate kine! To me, alas ! no verdurous visions come, Save yon exiguous...
92. oldal - Short life in truth this thing doth try. Wherefore come death, and let me die. Come, gentle death, the ebb of care, The ebb of care, the flood of life; The flood of life, the joyful fare; The joyful fare, the end of strife ; The end of strife, that thing wish I, Wherefore come death, and let me die.
10. oldal - Fresch fulgent flurist fragrant flour formois, lantern to lufe, of ladeis lamp and lot, cherie maist chaist, cheif charbucle and chois, smaill sweit smaragde smelling but smit of smot...
37. oldal - Lamb, then Dean of the Arches, shot her through and through, with an arrow borrowed from her own quiver...
19. oldal - As for altars and pyramids in poetry, he has outdone all men that way ; for he has made a gridiron and a frying-pan in verse, that, besides the likeness in shape, the very tone and sound of the words did perfectly represent the noise that is made by these utensils, such as the old poet called Sartago loquendi.
99. oldal - Pshaw!" Lover. Say, what will win that frisking coney Into the toils of matrimony ! Echo. "Money!" Lover. Has Phoebe not a heavenly brow? Is it not white as pearl — as snow ? Echo. "Ass, no!
78. oldal - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good: But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood.
104. oldal - Left the warm precinfts of the chearful day, Nor caft one longing, ling'ring look behind ? On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies, Some pious drops the...
241. oldal - Glares at them with terrible eyes, suffectis sanguine et igni, And, never conceiving their chief will so quickly deal him a floorer, Opens wide to receive them at once, his linguis...