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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3. oldal
... Tempore non alio studiorum oblita iuventus Dat calamo parvas ingenioqve moras : Iustitium labor ipse petit , mirataqve pompam Consuetum fugiens Musa reliqvit opus , Dum veterem lustrans Mater cum Prole palaestram Prorogat arguto tempora ...
... Tempore non alio studiorum oblita iuventus Dat calamo parvas ingenioqve moras : Iustitium labor ipse petit , mirataqve pompam Consuetum fugiens Musa reliqvit opus , Dum veterem lustrans Mater cum Prole palaestram Prorogat arguto tempora ...
15. oldal
... inridens inqvit : Vanissima rerum , Qvid te sumta brevi tempore penna iuvat ? Scandis ad aetherias alienis viribus arces ; Ad terram proprio pondere lapsa ruis . K. The Spirit of Love . A Spirit there is , SABRINAE COROLLA . 15.
... inridens inqvit : Vanissima rerum , Qvid te sumta brevi tempore penna iuvat ? Scandis ad aetherias alienis viribus arces ; Ad terram proprio pondere lapsa ruis . K. The Spirit of Love . A Spirit there is , SABRINAE COROLLA . 15.
53. oldal
... Tempore plumas ; Mutat Amor caeli regna per alta vices ; Et , cui nil aliud varium et mutabile , saepe Motubus alternis odit amatqve deus . Hinc , mea Phylli , oritur , si vis mihi credere , nostra Pectora iucundi qvidqvid amoris habent ...
... Tempore plumas ; Mutat Amor caeli regna per alta vices ; Et , cui nil aliud varium et mutabile , saepe Motubus alternis odit amatqve deus . Hinc , mea Phylli , oritur , si vis mihi credere , nostra Pectora iucundi qvidqvid amoris habent ...
89. oldal
... θήξετε τὸ μή με δρῶντα μαλθακισθῆναι φρένα . Ε . Μ . Γ . Rex Carolus . Rex bone , nemo tibi vult credere ; tempore nullo Nec stulte loqveris , nec sapienter agis . Κ . N The Chase . Now my brave youths , Now give SABRINAE COROLLA . 89.
... θήξετε τὸ μή με δρῶντα μαλθακισθῆναι φρένα . Ε . Μ . Γ . Rex Carolus . Rex bone , nemo tibi vult credere ; tempore nullo Nec stulte loqveris , nec sapienter agis . Κ . N The Chase . Now my brave youths , Now give SABRINAE COROLLA . 89.
113. oldal
... tempore nomen erit . Haud ita , respondi : confundat cetera pulvis ; Fama tibi vitam tempus in omne dabit . Aeternabit enim raras mea carmine dotes Aetheraqve inscribet nomine Musa tuo . Illic vivus erit seroqve novabitur aevo , Ultima ...
... tempore nomen erit . Haud ita , respondi : confundat cetera pulvis ; Fama tibi vitam tempus in omne dabit . Aeternabit enim raras mea carmine dotes Aetheraqve inscribet nomine Musa tuo . Illic vivus erit seroqve novabitur aevo , Ultima ...
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144. oldal - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
216. oldal - Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
170. oldal - Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted! Woe is me! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence But, if thou...
130. oldal - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
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20. oldal - Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely, 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
200. oldal - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal...