Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... dear companions who sailed here with me . P. B. SHELLEY 467 BELIAL DISSUADING WAR for the recovery OF HEAVEN SHALL we then , the race of re HALL we then live thus vile , the race of Heaven chains and these torments ? better these than ...
... dear companions who sailed here with me . P. B. SHELLEY 467 BELIAL DISSUADING WAR for the recovery OF HEAVEN SHALL we then , the race of re HALL we then live thus vile , the race of Heaven chains and these torments ? better these than ...
Página 85
... Dear Sir ! since by your greatness you are nearer heaven in place , be nearer it in goodness . Rich men should transcend the poor , as clouds the earth , rais'd by the comfort of the sun to water dry and barren grounds . C. TOURNEUR 473 ...
... Dear Sir ! since by your greatness you are nearer heaven in place , be nearer it in goodness . Rich men should transcend the poor , as clouds the earth , rais'd by the comfort of the sun to water dry and barren grounds . C. TOURNEUR 473 ...
Página 93
... tongues , whose quietness you sweat for ; for whose dear health you waste and fright your strength to paleness and your blood into a frost . 494 495 You are not certain of a friend or into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 93.
... tongues , whose quietness you sweat for ; for whose dear health you waste and fright your strength to paleness and your blood into a frost . 494 495 You are not certain of a friend or into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 93.
Página 96
... dear friends , once more ; or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , as modest stillness and humility ; but when the blast of war blows in our ears , then imitate the action of the tiger ...
... dear friends , once more ; or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , as modest stillness and humility ; but when the blast of war blows in our ears , then imitate the action of the tiger ...
Página 97
... DEAR and dear the last embraces of our wives and their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change ; for surely now our household hearths are cold : our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : and we should come like ghosts to trouble ...
... DEAR and dear the last embraces of our wives and their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change ; for surely now our household hearths are cold : our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : and we should come like ghosts to trouble ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Página 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Página 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Página 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Página 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.