Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volum 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Pàgina 3
... marble . Trust not to him that once hath broken faith . Give not more strength to that which has too much . Count of thyself as bad till thou be best . 115 None can e'er cure their harms by wailing them 1-2 into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 3.
... marble . Trust not to him that once hath broken faith . Give not more strength to that which has too much . Count of thyself as bad till thou be best . 115 None can e'er cure their harms by wailing them 1-2 into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 3.
Pàgina 40
... faith , I am no wiser than a daw . W. SHAKESPEARE 347 PAIN THAT avails strength , though matchless , quelled WHATwith pain , which all subdues , and makes remiss the hands 348 of mightiest ? Sense of pleasure we may well 40 Passages for ...
... faith , I am no wiser than a daw . W. SHAKESPEARE 347 PAIN THAT avails strength , though matchless , quelled WHATwith pain , which all subdues , and makes remiss the hands 348 of mightiest ? Sense of pleasure we may well 40 Passages for ...
Pàgina 68
... faith of gods and men to question , the power is in our hands , our bodies able , our minds as strong ; o ' the contrary , in them all things grown aged , with their wealth and years : there wants but only to begin the business , the ...
... faith of gods and men to question , the power is in our hands , our bodies able , our minds as strong ; o ' the contrary , in them all things grown aged , with their wealth and years : there wants but only to begin the business , the ...
Pàgina 94
... faith upon ; your life is but your subjects ' murmur , and your death their sacrifice . J. SHIRLEY CHARACTER OF PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE DUKE OF BURGUNDY IRE rebel though he was , D1 yet with a noble nature and great gifts was he endowed ...
... faith upon ; your life is but your subjects ' murmur , and your death their sacrifice . J. SHIRLEY CHARACTER OF PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE DUKE OF BURGUNDY IRE rebel though he was , D1 yet with a noble nature and great gifts was he endowed ...
Pàgina 98
... faith . More she was saying , but death rush'd betwixt . She half pronounc'd your name with her last breath , and buried half within her . Ant . Then art thou innocent , my poor dear love ? And art thou dead ? O , those two words ...
... faith . More she was saying , but death rush'd betwixt . She half pronounc'd your name with her last breath , and buried half within her . Ant . Then art thou innocent , my poor dear love ? And art thou dead ? O , those two words ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.