Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... rerum cognitione nobis inferiores extitisse : quod si plane contra fuisse constabit , quam infirmo hi sibi placeant argumento satis apparebit . Quamobrem huic vitio pro virili succurrendum ratus , spicilegium e nostrorum carminibus ...
... rerum cognitione nobis inferiores extitisse : quod si plane contra fuisse constabit , quam infirmo hi sibi placeant argumento satis apparebit . Quamobrem huic vitio pro virili succurrendum ratus , spicilegium e nostrorum carminibus ...
x. oldal
... rerum fautori egregio Edis nostræ Decano , qui mihi Car- minum , quæ olim a nostris composita tempore Quadragesimæ in Schola Naturalis Philosophiæ recitari mos erat , honoris caussa illud ut facere liceret petenti , delectum edere ...
... rerum fautori egregio Edis nostræ Decano , qui mihi Car- minum , quæ olim a nostris composita tempore Quadragesimæ in Schola Naturalis Philosophiæ recitari mos erat , honoris caussa illud ut facere liceret petenti , delectum edere ...
xx. oldal
... Rerum naturalium Mole insignis PARS TERTIA . CARMINA QUADRIGESIMALIA SELECTA . . 273 274 • 275 . 276 277 . 278 • 279 280 I. An quicquid movetur , moveatur ab alio 283 II . F An quicquid recipitur ad modum recipientis recipiatur . 285 ...
... Rerum naturalium Mole insignis PARS TERTIA . CARMINA QUADRIGESIMALIA SELECTA . . 273 274 • 275 . 276 277 . 278 • 279 280 I. An quicquid movetur , moveatur ab alio 283 II . F An quicquid recipitur ad modum recipientis recipiatur . 285 ...
2. oldal
... happy yet . Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile at fate , while thou art by . Moore . I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . I. ...
... happy yet . Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile at fate , while thou art by . Moore . I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . I. ...
3. oldal
William Linwood. I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum quid proderit ægra Mente procellosas anticipare vices ? Sume lyram : nostræ jucunda oblivia curæ , Aure bibam dulces , te modulante , sonos . Canta , age : mors etiam si , te ...
William Linwood. I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum quid proderit ægra Mente procellosas anticipare vices ? Sume lyram : nostræ jucunda oblivia curæ , Aure bibam dulces , te modulante , sonos . Canta , age : mors etiam si , te ...
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42. oldal - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
144. oldal - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
94. oldal - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
102. oldal - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
156. oldal - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
46. oldal - As bees In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs: so thick the aery crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
162. oldal - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
62. oldal - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
100. oldal - The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
70. oldal - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...