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 páginas |
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... hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . Oh , sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company ! To walk ...
... hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . Oh , sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company ! To walk ...
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... hath a whiter hand than 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 ...
... hath a whiter hand than 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 ...
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... hath not breathed A spell o'er my brow ; Yet care's wither'd fingers Press on me with pain ; The fleeting pulse lingers , And lingers in vain . The eyes which behold thee , Their brightness is flown ; The arms which enfold thee ...
... hath not breathed A spell o'er my brow ; Yet care's wither'd fingers Press on me with pain ; The fleeting pulse lingers , And lingers in vain . The eyes which behold thee , Their brightness is flown ; The arms which enfold thee ...
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... hath gush'd , When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd , Let my memory still be thy pride , And forget not I smiled as I died ! BYRON . Mile te prece pectora Submissoqve colant genu , Nemo quanto 48 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... hath gush'd , When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd , Let my memory still be thy pride , And forget not I smiled as I died ! BYRON . Mile te prece pectora Submissoqve colant genu , Nemo quanto 48 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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... hath wings , and will away . Love hath swifter wings than Time ; Change in Love to heav'n does climb ; Gods , that never change their state , Vary oft their love and hate . Phyllis ! to this truth we owe All the love betwixt us two ...
... hath wings , and will away . Love hath swifter wings than Time ; Change in Love to heav'n does climb ; Gods , that never change their state , Vary oft their love and hate . Phyllis ! to this truth we owe All the love betwixt us two ...
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Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
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Página 196 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Página 130 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
Página 78 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Página 156 - 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.
Página 154 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 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.
Página 248 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Página 114 - 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.
Página 266 - 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...
Página 152 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Página 258 - For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.