Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volum 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Pàgina xvi
... voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring - time from the cuckoo - bird . PART III 89 483 , add author's name , T. SOUTHERN $ 100 509 , " " " " " " R. SOUTHEY 116 547 , " " " " " " H. TAYLOR 170 668 , H. TAYLOR " " " " " " 215 758 ...
... voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring - time from the cuckoo - bird . PART III 89 483 , add author's name , T. SOUTHERN $ 100 509 , " " " " " " R. SOUTHEY 116 547 , " " " " " " H. TAYLOR 170 668 , H. TAYLOR " " " " " " 215 758 ...
Pàgina 28
... voice ! Oh blessed familiar sound OH of mother - words heard in the stranger's land ! I see the blue hills of my native shore , the far blue hills again ! those cordial tones before the captive bid them freshly rise for ever welcome ...
... voice ! Oh blessed familiar sound OH of mother - words heard in the stranger's land ! I see the blue hills of my native shore , the far blue hills again ! those cordial tones before the captive bid them freshly rise for ever welcome ...
Pàgina 43
... voice tells nought of all the slow , sad , weary days , and long , long nights , through which the lonely soul poured itself forth , consumed itself away , in passionate adjurings , vain desires , and ceaselsss weepings for the early ...
... voice tells nought of all the slow , sad , weary days , and long , long nights , through which the lonely soul poured itself forth , consumed itself away , in passionate adjurings , vain desires , and ceaselsss weepings for the early ...
Pàgina 65
... ! the tombs and monumental caves of death look cold , and shoot a chillness to my trembling heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; F. S. III 5 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 65.
... ! the tombs and monumental caves of death look cold , and shoot a chillness to my trembling heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; F. S. III 5 422 423 424 nay , quickly speak to me , into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 65.
Pàgina 66
... voice ; my own affrights me with its echoes . A COMPARISON W. CONGREVE HE lapse of time and rivers is the same , TH both speed their journey with a restless stream ; the silent pace , with which they steal away , no wealth can bribe ...
... voice ; my own affrights me with its echoes . A COMPARISON W. CONGREVE HE lapse of time and rivers is the same , TH both speed their journey with a restless stream ; the silent pace , with which they steal away , no wealth can bribe ...
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.