Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. HoldenHubert Ashton Holden 1866 |
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... sleep , calm thou may'st smile , whilst all around thee weep . SIR W. JONES E EPITAPH ON AN INFANT RE sin could blight or sorrow fade death came with friendly care , to heaven the opening bud conveyed and bade it blossom there . 6 7 ...
... sleep , calm thou may'st smile , whilst all around thee weep . SIR W. JONES E EPITAPH ON AN INFANT RE sin could blight or sorrow fade death came with friendly care , to heaven the opening bud conveyed and bade it blossom there . 6 7 ...
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... sleep ! and fold me in thy soft embrace ; come genial sleep ! that sweetest blessing give to die thus living and thus dead to live . LOVE SWEET is Love and sweet is the Rose , each has a flower and each has a thorn ; roses die when the ...
... sleep ! and fold me in thy soft embrace ; come genial sleep ! that sweetest blessing give to die thus living and thus dead to live . LOVE SWEET is Love and sweet is the Rose , each has a flower and each has a thorn ; roses die when the ...
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... sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ; then hush thee , my darling , take rest while you may , for strife comes with manhood and waking with day . SIR W. SCOTT III LOCAL ATTACHMENT T was a barren scene and wild I where naked cliffs ...
... sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ; then hush thee , my darling , take rest while you may , for strife comes with manhood and waking with day . SIR W. SCOTT III LOCAL ATTACHMENT T was a barren scene and wild I where naked cliffs ...
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... sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn about the lonely moated grange . MUTABILITY OF LOVE OVE is an April's doubtful day : LOVE awhile we see the tempest lower ; anon the radiant heaven survey ...
... sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn about the lonely moated grange . MUTABILITY OF LOVE OVE is an April's doubtful day : LOVE awhile we see the tempest lower ; anon the radiant heaven survey ...
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... Sleep , Soldier ! tho ' many regret thee who stand by thy cold bier to - day , soon shall the kindest forget thee and thy name from the earth pass away . UNFADING BEAUTY D or that hope's sweet day is set , O not say that life is waning ...
... Sleep , Soldier ! tho ' many regret thee who stand by thy cold bier to - day , soon shall the kindest forget thee and thy name from the earth pass away . UNFADING BEAUTY D or that hope's sweet day is set , O not say that life is waning ...
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Сторінка 36 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Сторінка 84 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Сторінка 351 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Сторінка 362 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 87 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Сторінка 54 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Сторінка 189 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Сторінка 70 - What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? what shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance...
Сторінка 402 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Сторінка 34 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...