Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... Dare to be true ; nothing can need a lie . Yet in thy thriving still misdoubt some evil . 130 Scorn no man's love though of a mean degree . Sum up at night what thou hast done by day . AMBITION 00 often those who entertain ambition ...
... Dare to be true ; nothing can need a lie . Yet in thy thriving still misdoubt some evil . 130 Scorn no man's love though of a mean degree . Sum up at night what thou hast done by day . AMBITION 00 often those who entertain ambition ...
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... dare I call him mine ? The shadow of another cleaves to me , and makes me one pollution : he , the King called me polluted shall I kill myself ? what help in that ? I cannot kill my sin , if soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; no ...
... dare I call him mine ? The shadow of another cleaves to me , and makes me one pollution : he , the King called me polluted shall I kill myself ? what help in that ? I cannot kill my sin , if soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; no ...
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... dare to live , and satisfy . P. MASSINGER 434 KING HENRY VI ON THE BATTLE - FIELD AT TOWTON HIS battle fares like to the morning's war , THIS when dying clouds contend with growing light , what time the shepherd , blowing of his nails ...
... dare to live , and satisfy . P. MASSINGER 434 KING HENRY VI ON THE BATTLE - FIELD AT TOWTON HIS battle fares like to the morning's war , THIS when dying clouds contend with growing light , what time the shepherd , blowing of his nails ...
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... dare not trust thee to thy grief . Ant . I'll be disposed of , father , as you please , till I receive the blest or dreadful doom . Pen . Then come , dear daughter , lean upon my arm , which old and weak is stronger yet than thine ; thy ...
... dare not trust thee to thy grief . Ant . I'll be disposed of , father , as you please , till I receive the blest or dreadful doom . Pen . Then come , dear daughter , lean upon my arm , which old and weak is stronger yet than thine ; thy ...
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... dare , and power to do : so near intrench'd , that ' tis beyond all hope of human counsel they can e'er be severed , until it be determined by the sword , who hath the better cause : for the success concludes the victor innocent , and ...
... dare , and power to do : so near intrench'd , that ' tis beyond all hope of human counsel they can e'er be severed , until it be determined by the sword , who hath the better cause : for the success concludes the victor innocent , and ...
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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
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.