Nova anthologia Oxoniensis: translations into Greek and Latin verseRobinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley Clarendon Press, 1899 - 279 páginas |
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... rose might never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where ...
... rose might never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where ...
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... roses fearfully on thorns did stand , One blushing shame , another white despair ; A third , nor red nor white , had stol'n of both , And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath ; But , for his theft , in pride of all his growth A ...
... roses fearfully on thorns did stand , One blushing shame , another white despair ; A third , nor red nor white , had stol'n of both , And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath ; But , for his theft , in pride of all his growth A ...
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... roses rear Their leaves , the earliest of the year , And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom . And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream ; And lingering pause and ...
... roses rear Their leaves , the earliest of the year , And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom . And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream ; And lingering pause and ...
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... roses on a stalk , Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other . A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; 6 Which once , ' quoth Forrest , almost chang'd my mind ; But , O , the devil ' — there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus ...
... roses on a stalk , Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other . A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; 6 Which once , ' quoth Forrest , almost chang'd my mind ; But , O , the devil ' — there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus ...
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... Rose , as in dance , the stately trees , and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit , or gemmed Their blossoms . With high woods the hills were crowned , With tufts the valleys and each fountain side , With borders long the ...
... Rose , as in dance , the stately trees , and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit , or gemmed Their blossoms . With high woods the hills were crowned , With tufts the valleys and each fountain side , With borders long the ...
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Página 62 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 70 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 6 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Página 138 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, \ At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 120 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 68 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What 's yet in this, That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Página 56 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 20 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 132 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Página 202 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.