Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 第 2 巻Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms by wailing them . Striving to better oft we mar what's well . Who most wants advice will hear none . Extreme joy hides itself in ...
... hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms by wailing them . Striving to better oft we mar what's well . Who most wants advice will hear none . Extreme joy hides itself in ...
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... hold becomes a feather to each wind that blows . 145 EXERTION OUR DUTY , NOT LAMENTATION ' EASE to lament for that thou canst not help ; 146 147 WHAT REGRET TOO LATE HAT our contempts do often hurl from us , we wish it our's again ...
... hold becomes a feather to each wind that blows . 145 EXERTION OUR DUTY , NOT LAMENTATION ' EASE to lament for that thou canst not help ; 146 147 WHAT REGRET TOO LATE HAT our contempts do often hurl from us , we wish it our's again ...
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... hold the world but as the world , a stage where every man must play his part . IMMODERATE WEALTH , HOW POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve with nothing . THER VICE IMITATES VIRTUE HERE scarce is vice so ...
... hold the world but as the world , a stage where every man must play his part . IMMODERATE WEALTH , HOW POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve with nothing . THER VICE IMITATES VIRTUE HERE scarce is vice so ...
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... catastrophe may be . SYMPATHY LESSENS GRIEF E oft finds medicine who his griefe imparts , but double griefs afflict concealing harts . E. SPENSER 174 SYMPATHY IN SORROW F all miseries I hold that into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 7.
... catastrophe may be . SYMPATHY LESSENS GRIEF E oft finds medicine who his griefe imparts , but double griefs afflict concealing harts . E. SPENSER 174 SYMPATHY IN SORROW F all miseries I hold that into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 7.
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Hubert Ashton Holden. 174 SYMPATHY IN SORROW F all miseries I hold that chief OF wretched to be , when none coparts our grief . J. WEBSTER 175 176 177 TRUE NOBILITY HE nobleman is he whose noble mind THE is filled with inborn worth ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. 174 SYMPATHY IN SORROW F all miseries I hold that chief OF wretched to be , when none coparts our grief . J. WEBSTER 175 176 177 TRUE NOBILITY HE nobleman is he whose noble mind THE is filled with inborn worth ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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478 ページ - 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...
201 ページ - 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.
375 ページ - 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.
435 ページ - 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.
209 ページ - 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...
431 ページ - 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.
514 ページ - 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.
289 ページ - 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.
183 ページ - 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...
431 ページ - 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.