Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, 第 1 巻Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... grave ; ' but in a shell received , that drop of dew unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew ; and , happy now , the grace did magnify which thrust it forth , as it had feared , to die ; -- 36 until again , ' I perish quite , ' ΙΟ ...
... grave ; ' but in a shell received , that drop of dew unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew ; and , happy now , the grace did magnify which thrust it forth , as it had feared , to die ; -- 36 until again , ' I perish quite , ' ΙΟ ...
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... grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , streams turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year ; the earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . T. NASH 91 92 ...
... grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , streams turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year ; the earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . T. NASH 91 92 ...
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... grave . SONG H , how hard it is to find the one just suited to our mind ; and if that one should be false , unkind , or found too late , what can we do but sigh at fate , and sing ' Woe's me - Woe's me ! ' Love's a boundless burning ...
... grave . SONG H , how hard it is to find the one just suited to our mind ; and if that one should be false , unkind , or found too late , what can we do but sigh at fate , and sing ' Woe's me - Woe's me ! ' Love's a boundless burning ...
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... grave doth tend . All gifts below , save Truth , but grow towards an end . LYRA APOSTOLICA 99 THE LOTOS - EATERS HOW sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , with half - shut eyes ever to seem falling asleep in a half - dream ! to ...
... grave doth tend . All gifts below , save Truth , but grow towards an end . LYRA APOSTOLICA 99 THE LOTOS - EATERS HOW sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , with half - shut eyes ever to seem falling asleep in a half - dream ! to ...
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... grave . Such as live happy hold long life a jewel ; but to me thou art cruel , if thou end not my tedious misery ; and I soon cease to be . Strike , and strike home , then : pity unto me , in one short hour's delay , is tyranny . P ...
... grave . Such as live happy hold long life a jewel ; but to me thou art cruel , if thou end not my tedious misery ; and I soon cease to be . Strike , and strike home , then : pity unto me , in one short hour's delay , is tyranny . P ...
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172 ページ - 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.
248 ページ - 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...
248 ページ - 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...
216 ページ - 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...
9 ページ - 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.
171 ページ - 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.
267 ページ - 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...
145 ページ - 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.
46 ページ - 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.