Poemata Latine partim reddita, partim scriptaTalboys et Wheeler, 1826 - 296 oldal |
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50. oldal
... multo passus es imbre faces ? Dicere cur poteras , labium tibi suave rubescit ; Et facit , ut cedat purpura pallidior Dicere cur poteras ? et ego , rudis , inscia virgo , Cur blandum adjuvi credulitate dolum ? Awake , she cried , thy ...
... multo passus es imbre faces ? Dicere cur poteras , labium tibi suave rubescit ; Et facit , ut cedat purpura pallidior Dicere cur poteras ? et ego , rudis , inscia virgo , Cur blandum adjuvi credulitate dolum ? Awake , she cried , thy ...
55. oldal
... multo ingratior , in hac etiam versione , quam suis est in lingua vernacula popularibus . Ex promisso , annotationes ipsius auctoris subje- cimus pauculas ; cæteris eo concilio omissis , ne nimii videremur , in re non prorsus necessaria ...
... multo ingratior , in hac etiam versione , quam suis est in lingua vernacula popularibus . Ex promisso , annotationes ipsius auctoris subje- cimus pauculas ; cæteris eo concilio omissis , ne nimii videremur , in re non prorsus necessaria ...
136. oldal
... multo carmine fallis iter . Quid si culta minus , docta vacet arte poësis , Si simplex versus sit , numerique rudes ; Invidiam somnus ( tanta indulgentia noctis ) Opprimit ; et livor , te recitante , silet . Divorum hyberni menses ...
... multo carmine fallis iter . Quid si culta minus , docta vacet arte poësis , Si simplex versus sit , numerique rudes ; Invidiam somnus ( tanta indulgentia noctis ) Opprimit ; et livor , te recitante , silet . Divorum hyberni menses ...
138. oldal
... multo , Alme Charon , Grantæ mosta juventa petit . Sin Parcæ prohibent , et inexorabilis orci , Quem petimus , reditum lex inimica vetat : Hoc saltem concede ; admota ad littora cymba , Per Stygium nautam transvehe , nauta , lacum . Nec ...
... multo , Alme Charon , Grantæ mosta juventa petit . Sin Parcæ prohibent , et inexorabilis orci , Quem petimus , reditum lex inimica vetat : Hoc saltem concede ; admota ad littora cymba , Per Stygium nautam transvehe , nauta , lacum . Nec ...
167. oldal
... devinxit et infra , Ipse suum scandit , quod fabricavit , opus : Cautoque incedit , prima ad tentamina , gressu , Et nova cum multo crura tremore movet . 168 IN FENESTRAM SEPTENTRIONALEM , ETC. Mox ubi se didicit CRURA ADSCITITIA . 167.
... devinxit et infra , Ipse suum scandit , quod fabricavit , opus : Cautoque incedit , prima ad tentamina , gressu , Et nova cum multo crura tremore movet . 168 IN FENESTRAM SEPTENTRIONALEM , ETC. Mox ubi se didicit CRURA ADSCITITIA . 167.
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20. oldal - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
28. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
16. oldal - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
76. oldal - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
19. oldal - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
24. oldal - O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face ; O, how shall I appear . 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought ; 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear...
23. oldal - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
19. oldal - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
84. oldal - In early youth I die : Was I to blame, because his bride Was thrice as rich as I ? "Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.