Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volum 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Pàgina 5
... wind that blows . 145 EXERTION OUR DUTY , NOT LAMENTATION EASE to lament for that thou canst not help ; 146 147 148 149 150 WHAT REGRET TOO LATE HAT our contempts do often hurl from us , we wish it our's again . FILIAL INGRATITUDE HOW ...
... wind that blows . 145 EXERTION OUR DUTY , NOT LAMENTATION EASE to lament for that thou canst not help ; 146 147 148 149 150 WHAT REGRET TOO LATE HAT our contempts do often hurl from us , we wish it our's again . FILIAL INGRATITUDE HOW ...
Pàgina 14
... wind , THE shall keep his rooting firm : when the proud oak braving the storm , presuming on his root , shall have his body rent from head to foot . 234 VIRTUE AND VICE J. WEBSTER 235 XTRAORDINARY virtues , when they soar sights judge ...
... wind , THE shall keep his rooting firm : when the proud oak braving the storm , presuming on his root , shall have his body rent from head to foot . 234 VIRTUE AND VICE J. WEBSTER 235 XTRAORDINARY virtues , when they soar sights judge ...
Pàgina 21
... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return with overweathered ribs and ragged sails , lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! W. SHAKESPEARE PRODIGIES - THE COINAGE OF SUPERSTITION O natural exhalation in the sky , No no common ...
... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return with overweathered ribs and ragged sails , lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! W. SHAKESPEARE PRODIGIES - THE COINAGE OF SUPERSTITION O natural exhalation in the sky , No no common ...
Pàgina 31
... wind or wave could give ; but now her keel is settling on the sand , her mast has ta'en an angle with the sky , from which it shifts not . Each wave receding shakes her less and less , till , bedded on the strand , she shall remain ...
... wind or wave could give ; but now her keel is settling on the sand , her mast has ta'en an angle with the sky , from which it shifts not . Each wave receding shakes her less and less , till , bedded on the strand , she shall remain ...
Pàgina 42
... pain , like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain ; into this prince gently , oh , gently slide , and kiss him into slumbers like a bride . J. FLETCHER 354 355 356 357 THE PRISON CHAMBER OOK round thee 42 Passages for Translation.
... pain , like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain ; into this prince gently , oh , gently slide , and kiss him into slumbers like a bride . J. FLETCHER 354 355 356 357 THE PRISON CHAMBER OOK round thee 42 Passages for Translation.
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.