Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Página 69
... sleep ; even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave , that goes not out to prey . Now , as fond fathers , having bound up the threatening twigs of birch only to stick it in their children's sight , for terror , not to use , in time the rod ...
... sleep ; even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave , that goes not out to prey . Now , as fond fathers , having bound up the threatening twigs of birch only to stick it in their children's sight , for terror , not to use , in time the rod ...
Página 73
... sleeps quietly , without startings and affrighting fancies ; it looks cheerfully ; smiles with much serenity ; and though it laughs not often , yet it is ever delightful in the apprehensions of some faculty ; it fears no man , nor no ...
... sleeps quietly , without startings and affrighting fancies ; it looks cheerfully ; smiles with much serenity ; and though it laughs not often , yet it is ever delightful in the apprehensions of some faculty ; it fears no man , nor no ...
Página 74
... sleeps sometimes , as the wind in a storm still and quiet for a minute , that it may burst out into an impetuous blast , till the cordage of his heart - strings crack . S SAMSON TO MANOAH that solicitation . Let me here , PARE that ...
... sleeps sometimes , as the wind in a storm still and quiet for a minute , that it may burst out into an impetuous blast , till the cordage of his heart - strings crack . S SAMSON TO MANOAH that solicitation . Let me here , PARE that ...
Página 92
... sleep little ; we must learn to watch our labours late and early every morning , ' midst winter frost sparingly clad and fed , rise to our toils , and drudge away the day . Want , worldly want , that hungry meagre fiend , is at our ...
... sleep little ; we must learn to watch our labours late and early every morning , ' midst winter frost sparingly clad and fed , rise to our toils , and drudge away the day . Want , worldly want , that hungry meagre fiend , is at our ...
Página 93
... sleep , rebellion from your vassals , wounds even from their very 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 ...
... sleep , rebellion from your vassals , wounds even from their very 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 ...
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.