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Quod si a te non impetro , hoc est , si quæ te res impedierit ( neque enim fas esse
arbitror , quidquam me rogantem , abs te non impetrare ) cogar fortasse facere ,
quod multi sæpe reprehenderunt . Scribam ipse de me : multorum tamen ...
Quod si a te non impetro , hoc est , si quæ te res impedierit ( neque enim fas esse
arbitror , quidquam me rogantem , abs te non impetrare ) cogar fortasse facere ,
quod multi sæpe reprehenderunt . Scribam ipse de me : multorum tamen ...
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Quod si rarius fiet , quam tu exspectabis , id erit causæ , quod non ejus generis
meæ literæ sunt , ut eas audeam temere committere . Quoties mihi certorum
hominum potestas erit , quibus recte dem , non prætermittam . Quod scire vis ,
qua ...
Quod si rarius fiet , quam tu exspectabis , id erit causæ , quod non ejus generis
meæ literæ sunt , ut eas audeam temere committere . Quoties mihi certorum
hominum potestas erit , quibus recte dem , non prætermittam . Quod scire vis ,
qua ...
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M . T . CICERO APPIO PULCHRO , S . D . Quum est ad nos allatum de temeritate
eorum , qui tibi negotium facesserent , etsi graviter primo nuntio commotus sum ,
quod nihil tam præter opinionem meam accidere potuit : tamen , ut me collegi ...
M . T . CICERO APPIO PULCHRO , S . D . Quum est ad nos allatum de temeritate
eorum , qui tibi negotium facesserent , etsi graviter primo nuntio commotus sum ,
quod nihil tam præter opinionem meam accidere potuit : tamen , ut me collegi ...
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Itaque nihil de te , quod credideris ; de me , iis quamobrem non debueris credere
, pauca dicam . Nam si me virum bonum , si dignum studiis eaque doctrina , cui
me a pueritia dedi ; si satis magni animi , non minimi consilii in maximis rebus ...
Itaque nihil de te , quod credideris ; de me , iis quamobrem non debueris credere
, pauca dicam . Nam si me virum bonum , si dignum studiis eaque doctrina , cui
me a pueritia dedi ; si satis magni animi , non minimi consilii in maximis rebus ...
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... plenissimæ ; nec me scire ubi sint . Molestissime autem fero , quod , te ubi
visurus sim , nescio : eoque ad te tardius scripsi , quod quotidie te ipsum
exspectabam : quum interea ne literas quidem ullas accepi , quæ me docerent ,
quid ageres ...
... plenissimæ ; nec me scire ubi sint . Molestissime autem fero , quod , te ubi
visurus sim , nescio : eoque ad te tardius scripsi , quod quotidie te ipsum
exspectabam : quum interea ne literas quidem ullas accepi , quæ me docerent ,
quid ageres ...
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29 ページ - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire: Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
14 ページ - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy...
13 ページ - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
10 ページ - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun, A beardless Touth, who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.
36 ページ - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
28 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
31 ページ - While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharp'ning in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field Of Ceres, ripe for harvest, waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful ploughman doubting stands, Lest on the thrashing-floor his hopeful sheaves ^ Prove chaff.
12 ページ - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
15 ページ - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O ! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
28 ページ - Heraclitus saith well, in one of his enigmas, " Dry light is ever the best," and certain it is, that the light that a man receiveth by counsel from another, is drier and purer than that which cometh from his own understanding and judgment; which is ever infused and drenched in his affections and customs.
書誌情報
| 書籍名 | Subjects and selections for Latin and Greek composition, by W. Dobson Subjects and selections for Latin and Greek composition, by W. Dobson, William Dobson |
| 編集者 | William Dobson |
| 発行 | 1845 |
| 書籍の提供元 | オックスフォード大学 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2006年10月9日 |
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