Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 pągines |
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Pągina x
... tamen bibliopola haud invitus concessi , ut libellus eadem forma et specie , tanquam in similem finem concinnatus , et amico quodam , ut spero , fœdere conjunctus , in publicum prodiret . Restat ut gratias agam harum rerum fautori ...
... tamen bibliopola haud invitus concessi , ut libellus eadem forma et specie , tanquam in similem finem concinnatus , et amico quodam , ut spero , fœdere conjunctus , in publicum prodiret . Restat ut gratias agam harum rerum fautori ...
Pągina 13
... tamen Allanus qua volvitur aureus essem , Aut ubi natalis Devana lambit agros ; Suaviter O illic dormirem , et lęta precarer Conderet ut tristem nox mihi summa diem . Hoc voluere modo longos me fingere crines , Castaque tędiferi templa ...
... tamen Allanus qua volvitur aureus essem , Aut ubi natalis Devana lambit agros ; Suaviter O illic dormirem , et lęta precarer Conderet ut tristem nox mihi summa diem . Hoc voluere modo longos me fingere crines , Castaque tędiferi templa ...
Pągina 17
... tamen immemorem fugit , tibi luce fruenti Dum comes hęrebam , te quoque posse mori : Non subiit , properare suam contingere metam Candida neglecto tempora lapsa gradu ; Et fore , quo non te spectarem ego , Lydia , nec tu Suave renideres ...
... tamen immemorem fugit , tibi luce fruenti Dum comes hęrebam , te quoque posse mori : Non subiit , properare suam contingere metam Candida neglecto tempora lapsa gradu ; Et fore , quo non te spectarem ego , Lydia , nec tu Suave renideres ...
Pągina 19
... tamen obscuro mihi conderis ecce ! sepulcro ; Solus et in vacua nunc queror ipse domo . Quę loca cunque tenes , felici in sede piorum Non tamen oblitam te reor esse mei ; Forsitan et memorem tua me soletur imago , Mersaque perpetuo ...
... tamen obscuro mihi conderis ecce ! sepulcro ; Solus et in vacua nunc queror ipse domo . Quę loca cunque tenes , felici in sede piorum Non tamen oblitam te reor esse mei ; Forsitan et memorem tua me soletur imago , Mersaque perpetuo ...
Pągina 23
... tamen arcanus pectoris ardor eras . Non secus , externa morens vagus exul in ora , Hospita quem regio quęque miserta fovet , Heu ! patriam , patriam desiderat ! —illa carenti Sola , licet vita sit redimenda , domus ! B. XII . ALAS ...
... tamen arcanus pectoris ardor eras . Non secus , externa morens vagus exul in ora , Hospita quem regio quęque miserta fovet , Heu ! patriam , patriam desiderat ! —illa carenti Sola , licet vita sit redimenda , domus ! B. XII . ALAS ...
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Pągina 44 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Pągina 96 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pągina 46 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pągina 32 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Pągina 128 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage...
Pągina 48 - As bees In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs: so thick the aery crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Pągina 164 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Pągina 64 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Pągina 52 - Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Pągina 72 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...