Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Nide 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Sivu 39
... arms she leaned , kindly looked up and at her grief grew sad , as if they catched the sorrows that fell from her ; even the lewd rabble , that were gathered round to see that fight , stood mute when they beheld her , governed their ...
... arms she leaned , kindly looked up and at her grief grew sad , as if they catched the sorrows that fell from her ; even the lewd rabble , that were gathered round to see that fight , stood mute when they beheld her , governed their ...
Sivu 42
... arms and take us back again . THE TRIAL THE TEST OF VIRTUE A. SMITH HE hero works thro ' storms his way to glory , virtue like purest gold is proved in fire . The sinewy Cyclops his rough metal steeled , and arms on adamantine anvils ...
... arms and take us back again . THE TRIAL THE TEST OF VIRTUE A. SMITH HE hero works thro ' storms his way to glory , virtue like purest gold is proved in fire . The sinewy Cyclops his rough metal steeled , and arms on adamantine anvils ...
Sivu 54
... arms again , and feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ...
... arms again , and feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our sides , like age , must run to rust , and deck the temples of those gods that hate us ...
Sivu 57
... arms , which were 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 ...
... arms , which were 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 ...
Sivu 70
... arm'd legion . bestride a vampire , Liberty ! I'd thus and defiance spit i ' the face of death , then , when the battering - ram was fetching his career backward , to pash me with his horns in pieces . To shake my chains off , and that ...
... arm'd legion . bestride a vampire , Liberty ! I'd thus and defiance spit i ' the face of death , then , when the battering - ram was fetching his career backward , to pash me with his horns in pieces . To shake my chains off , and that ...
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
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
Suositut otteet
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.