Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. HoldenHubert Ashton Holden 1866 |
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... arms and battle - steed ; his spurs to dash against a foe , his lance and sword to lay him low ; such all the trophies of his toil , such - and the hope of Tekla's smile ! Joy to the fair ! whose constant knight her favour 64 Passages ...
... arms and battle - steed ; his spurs to dash against a foe , his lance and sword to lay him low ; such all the trophies of his toil , such - and the hope of Tekla's smile ! Joy to the fair ! whose constant knight her favour 64 Passages ...
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... arms no more , thinks of the toil , the conflict o'er , here glories in the freedom won for hearth and shrine , for sire and son , smiles on the dusky webs that hide his sleeping sword's remembered pride ; while peace with sunny cheeks ...
... arms no more , thinks of the toil , the conflict o'er , here glories in the freedom won for hearth and shrine , for sire and son , smiles on the dusky webs that hide his sleeping sword's remembered pride ; while peace with sunny cheeks ...
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... arms . Detested fiend , to pour woe's bitter draught o'er drooping youth and sinking age , is thine : blast the fine form with feeling beauty fraught , and bear e'en lisping babes to sorrow's shrine . For not alone is thy dread arm ...
... arms . Detested fiend , to pour woe's bitter draught o'er drooping youth and sinking age , is thine : blast the fine form with feeling beauty fraught , and bear e'en lisping babes to sorrow's shrine . For not alone is thy dread arm ...
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... arms , may noon's fierce ardours break , to shelter me and her I love be thine ; and thine to see her smile and hear her speak . No bird ill - omen'd round thy graceful head shall clamour harsh or wave his heavy wing , but fern and ...
... arms , may noon's fierce ardours break , to shelter me and her I love be thine ; and thine to see her smile and hear her speak . No bird ill - omen'd round thy graceful head shall clamour harsh or wave his heavy wing , but fern and ...
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... arms and pray our rest may be as sweet . ' I H. ALFORD TEARLESS EYE MAKES CAREFUL HEART HEARD thy fate without a tear , thy loss with scarce a sigh ; and yet thou wast surpassing dear , too loved of all to die . 311 312 I know not what ...
... arms and pray our rest may be as sweet . ' I H. ALFORD TEARLESS EYE MAKES CAREFUL HEART HEARD thy fate without a tear , thy loss with scarce a sigh ; and yet thou wast surpassing dear , too loved of all to die . 311 312 I know not what ...
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AGATHIAS arms beauty behold beneath birds blest bloom bosom boughs bower breast breath bright brow charms clouds cold crowned dark dead death delight doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle golden grace grave green grief grove hast hath heart heaven hills hour J. W. DONALDSON light live LORD LORD BYRON lyre MELEAGER MILTON morn mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain peace plain rest rill rise rocks rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound SPENSER spring St John's College stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought toil trees Trinity College twas vale voice W. E. AYTOUN wandering waves weep wild winds wings woods youth γὰρ δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν οὐ τὸ τὸν
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84 ページ - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
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362 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
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54 ページ - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
189 ページ - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
70 ページ - What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? what shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance...
402 ページ - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
34 ページ - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...