Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac VerseRivingtons, 1830 - 142 стор. |
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... sweet slumbers shall I enjoy ( carpo ) , how devoutly ( rite ) shall I pray , that the last ( supremus ) hour may close my wintry days . EXERCISE XIX ( same continued ) . ' Twas thus my hair they bade me braid : They bade me to the ...
... sweet slumbers shall I enjoy ( carpo ) , how devoutly ( rite ) shall I pray , that the last ( supremus ) hour may close my wintry days . EXERCISE XIX ( same continued ) . ' Twas thus my hair they bade me braid : They bade me to the ...
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... sweet frae the green birken tree : 6 But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie ; And now it is Winter wi ' nature and me . 1 , 2. Now cold blow the blasts o'er my native braes ( saltus ) : the snows have o'erspread ( incumbo ) ...
... sweet frae the green birken tree : 6 But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie ; And now it is Winter wi ' nature and me . 1 , 2. Now cold blow the blasts o'er my native braes ( saltus ) : the snows have o'erspread ( incumbo ) ...
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... sweet to my ' Tis no its loud roar on the wintry wind swellin ' , 5 ' Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i ' my e'e : For O , gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan , The dark days o ' Winter were Simmer to me ! 1 , 2. The cloud ...
... sweet to my ' Tis no its loud roar on the wintry wind swellin ' , 5 ' Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i ' my e'e : For O , gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan , The dark days o ' Winter were Simmer to me ! 1 , 2. The cloud ...
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... sweet a murmur , now re - echoes ( rěmūgio ) in the deep ( imus ) glen with swollen waters . - 5 , 6. But not the water's loud - roar ( horror ) , increased by wintry winds , —not the North- wind now bids my tears to flow ( eo ) .- 7 ...
... sweet a murmur , now re - echoes ( rěmūgio ) in the deep ( imus ) glen with swollen waters . - 5 , 6. But not the water's loud - roar ( horror ) , increased by wintry winds , —not the North- wind now bids my tears to flow ( eo ) .- 7 ...
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... sweet Afton , thy neighbouring hills , Far mark'd with the courses of clear - winding rilis : There daily I wander , as noon rises high , My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below ...
... sweet Afton , thy neighbouring hills , Far mark'd with the courses of clear - winding rilis : There daily I wander , as noon rises high , My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below ...
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Aids 11 Aids VII amid amor Anadiplosis Anaphora Apposition Assistant-Master beauty breast breeze bright broom brow charms clouds continued Crown 8vo dark Dost thou wish dreams dreary Edited Exercise XXIV eyes farewell flower frae FRANCIS STORR glen green grove heart Hendiadys Heroid Horace is-wont Jupiter light loca malè Marlborough College mihi morning Morninge Sleepe night nought nymph o'er Observe in Stanza Observe the repetition Ovid Pentameter penult perf Periphrasis Poet quæ rex Romanorum rose Rugby School shade shaken mat shine showers sing slumbers Small 8vo smile song Stanza II stream subj sweet syllable tears tempests thee tibi Transpose twine unus vale verb Verse VIII Virg voice vowel wandering waves weary ween weep whilst wild wind wont word Wouldst thou
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Сторінка 7 - I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with me.
Сторінка 56 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Сторінка 56 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost...
Сторінка 105 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Сторінка 32 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Сторінка 112 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 52 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade.
Сторінка 22 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Сторінка 55 - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Сторінка 21 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.