Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Página 43
... soul to his condition . LOT OF MAN AND WOMAN COMPARED AN by the battle's hour immortalized MAN may fall , yet leave his name to living song ; but of forsaken woman's countless tears what recks the after - world ? the poet's voice tells ...
... soul to his condition . LOT OF MAN AND WOMAN COMPARED AN by the battle's hour immortalized MAN may fall , yet leave his name to living song ; but of forsaken woman's countless tears what recks the after - world ? the poet's voice tells ...
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... soul of a departed man ! ' tis impious cruelty ; let justice strike the living , but in mercy spare the dead . And why pursue a shadow that is past ? 361 362 Why slander the deaf earth , that cannot 44 Passages for Translation.
... soul of a departed man ! ' tis impious cruelty ; let justice strike the living , but in mercy spare the dead . And why pursue a shadow that is past ? 361 362 Why slander the deaf earth , that cannot 44 Passages for Translation.
Página 45
... soul no longer takes account of human wrongs , nor joys nor sorrows touch the mouldering heart . As well you may give feeling to the tomb , as what it covers - both alike defy you . H R. CUMBERLAND THE QUARRels of brOTHERS ATRED hatched ...
... soul no longer takes account of human wrongs , nor joys nor sorrows touch the mouldering heart . As well you may give feeling to the tomb , as what it covers - both alike defy you . H R. CUMBERLAND THE QUARRels of brOTHERS ATRED hatched ...
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... soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; no , nor by living can I live it down . IPHIGENIA TO ARKAS A. TENNYSON FREELY to breathe alone is not to live . Say , is it life , within this holy fane , like a poor ghost around its sepulcre to ...
... soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; no , nor by living can I live it down . IPHIGENIA TO ARKAS A. TENNYSON FREELY to breathe alone is not to live . Say , is it life , within this holy fane , like a poor ghost around its sepulcre to ...
Página 57
... but thrown on the void winds before ! Oh give me way , give my soul's rapture way ! the eternal fount leaps not more brightly forth from cliff to cliff of high Parnassus , down the golden vale , than into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 57.
... but thrown on the void winds before ! Oh give me way , give my soul's rapture way ! the eternal fount leaps not more brightly forth from cliff to cliff of high Parnassus , down the golden vale , than into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 57.
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms bear beauty behold blood breath bright bring brother clouds comes course dare dark dead dear death deeds doth earth Edition eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers follow force fortune friends give glory gods grave grief grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour keep king land leave light live look lord mean mind mother nature never night noble o'er once peace poor prince queen rest rise round seems SHAKESPEARE sleep soon sorrow soul speak spirit stand stood stream strength strong sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought true turn unto virtue voice wind young 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.