Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Том 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... shades , glittering through the gloomy glades ; by the youths that died for love , wandering in the myrtle grove , restore , restore Eurydice to life : oh take the husband , or return the wife ! 66 67 A. POPE THE STUDY OF NATURE BRINGS ...
... shades , glittering through the gloomy glades ; by the youths that died for love , wandering in the myrtle grove , restore , restore Eurydice to life : oh take the husband , or return the wife ! 66 67 A. POPE THE STUDY OF NATURE BRINGS ...
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... shade seems scornful to survey a race of slaves , and sternly strides away . 103 Where old Euphrates winds his storied flood , the curious traveller explores in vain the barren shores and solitary plain where erst majestic Babel's ...
... shade seems scornful to survey a race of slaves , and sternly strides away . 103 Where old Euphrates winds his storied flood , the curious traveller explores in vain the barren shores and solitary plain where erst majestic Babel's ...
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... shades have only true delights . W. DRUMMOND 120 Lo SONNET OOK as the flow'r which lingeringly doth fade ; the morning's darling late , the summer's Queen , spoil'd of that juice which kept it fresh and green , as high as it did raise ...
... shades have only true delights . W. DRUMMOND 120 Lo SONNET OOK as the flow'r which lingeringly doth fade ; the morning's darling late , the summer's Queen , spoil'd of that juice which kept it fresh and green , as high as it did raise ...
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... shade of that which once was great is pass'd away . SONNET W. WORDSWORTH NOT not Valor the wrecks of change , OT Love , not War , nor the tumultuous swell nor Duty , struggling with afflictions strange- not these alone inspire the ...
... shade of that which once was great is pass'd away . SONNET W. WORDSWORTH NOT not Valor the wrecks of change , OT Love , not War , nor the tumultuous swell nor Duty , struggling with afflictions strange- not these alone inspire the ...
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... his lay . And if , like me , some love - lorn maid should sing her sorrows to thy shade , O , soothe her breast , ye rocks around , with softest sympathy of sound . E. DARWIN 160 161 THE WISH ELL , then , I now into Latin Lyric Verse 59.
... his lay . And if , like me , some love - lorn maid should sing her sorrows to thy shade , O , soothe her breast , ye rocks around , with softest sympathy of sound . E. DARWIN 160 161 THE WISH ELL , then , I now into Latin Lyric Verse 59.
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Сторінка 172 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Сторінка 248 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Сторінка 248 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Сторінка 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Сторінка 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 171 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Сторінка 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Сторінка 145 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Сторінка 46 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.