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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14. oldal
... thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky ; Those smiles into the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That ...
... thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky ; Those smiles into the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That ...
32. oldal
... thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . H. TAYLOR . Navita . Venti qvi nemorum culmina verritis Canentiqve ...
... thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . H. TAYLOR . Navita . Venti qvi nemorum culmina verritis Canentiqve ...
82. oldal
... thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! Bodenlose Liebe . Die Lieb ' ist der Säckel des Fortunat : Je mehr sie gibt , desto mehr sie hat . BYRON . W. MUELLER . Vale , vale , inquit . In mare iam properat 82 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! Bodenlose Liebe . Die Lieb ' ist der Säckel des Fortunat : Je mehr sie gibt , desto mehr sie hat . BYRON . W. MUELLER . Vale , vale , inquit . In mare iam properat 82 SABRINAE COROLLA .
162. oldal
... thine , I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin'st in my skies . Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there . CAREW . Wishes . Sweet be her ...
... thine , I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin'st in my skies . Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there . CAREW . Wishes . Sweet be her ...
180. oldal
... SALIS ) . The Lover's Wish . Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , Peace in thy breast ! Would I were Sleep and Peace , so sweet to rest . SHAKSPEARE . Νήνεμος Αία . Νήνεμον ζητοῦμεν αἶαν · τίς πρόεισιν ἡγεμών 180 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... SALIS ) . The Lover's Wish . Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , Peace in thy breast ! Would I were Sleep and Peace , so sweet to rest . SHAKSPEARE . Νήνεμος Αία . Νήνεμον ζητοῦμεν αἶαν · τίς πρόεισιν ἡγεμών 180 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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154. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
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...
266. oldal - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
112. oldal - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
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...