Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volum 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Pàgina 24
... unto the soul and reason , and enforceth all laws , all conscience , treads upon religion , and offereth violence to nature's self . TH THE SHEPherd's life B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his ...
... unto the soul and reason , and enforceth all laws , all conscience , treads upon religion , and offereth violence to nature's self . TH THE SHEPherd's life B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his ...
Pàgina 32
... unto the people's lustes to rush forth on , and stay them not in time , and as the streame that rowleth downe the hyll , so will they headlong runne with raging thoughtes from bloud to bloud , from mischiefe unto moe , to ruine of the ...
... unto the people's lustes to rush forth on , and stay them not in time , and as the streame that rowleth downe the hyll , so will they headlong runne with raging thoughtes from bloud to bloud , from mischiefe unto moe , to ruine of the ...
Pàgina 34
... gains those ends she tends unto . 327 REMORSE EMORSE - she ne'er forsakes us ! - steps S. DANIEL racks our rapid through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy , 328 unheard , perchance , until old age hath tamed 34 Passages for Translation.
... gains those ends she tends unto . 327 REMORSE EMORSE - she ne'er forsakes us ! - steps S. DANIEL racks our rapid through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy , 328 unheard , perchance , until old age hath tamed 34 Passages for Translation.
Pàgina 37
... unto his might must bend , and yield unto the iron teeth of eating time . BUT MISFORTUNE OUR PROBATION R. WILMOT UT know , young prince , that valour soars above what the world calls misfortune and affliction . These are not ills ; else ...
... unto his might must bend , and yield unto the iron teeth of eating time . BUT MISFORTUNE OUR PROBATION R. WILMOT UT know , young prince , that valour soars above what the world calls misfortune and affliction . These are not ills ; else ...
Pàgina 41
... unto his torture . Is it in the power of flesh and blood to carry this and live ? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 349 350 PROSPECT OF DEATH WELCOMED METHINKS I'm more at ease now death ap- proaches , secure of any future separation from her I ...
... unto his torture . Is it in the power of flesh and blood to carry this and live ? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 349 350 PROSPECT OF DEATH WELCOMED METHINKS I'm more at ease now death ap- proaches , secure of any future separation from her I ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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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.