Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... rise . Safer to fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are the children of an idle brain . Silence is the most perfect herald of joy . F. S. III I 30 Let thy fair wisdom , not thy passion sway ...
... rise . Safer to fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are the children of an idle brain . Silence is the most perfect herald of joy . F. S. III I 30 Let thy fair wisdom , not thy passion sway ...
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... rising to a crown . R. HERRICK 205 206 OLD AGE HAT is old age WHAT but the holy place of life , chapel of ease for all men's wearied miseries ? M INDISCREET EXPENSE P. MASSINGER ANY have much disabled their estate by rashly shewing a ...
... rising to a crown . R. HERRICK 205 206 OLD AGE HAT is old age WHAT but the holy place of life , chapel of ease for all men's wearied miseries ? M INDISCREET EXPENSE P. MASSINGER ANY have much disabled their estate by rashly shewing a ...
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... rise for ever welcome ! Oh , by this deep joy know the true son of Greece . F. HEMANS , translated from GOETHE 302 CONTENT THERE is a no feit ' HERE is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy , it makes men rich in greatest poverty , makes ...
... rise for ever welcome ! Oh , by this deep joy know the true son of Greece . F. HEMANS , translated from GOETHE 302 CONTENT THERE is a no feit ' HERE is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy , it makes men rich in greatest poverty , makes ...
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... rise , light slumbers vanish from the clouded eyes : the tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain and prudence make and mar the man ...
... rise , light slumbers vanish from the clouded eyes : the tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain and prudence make and mar the man ...
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... rise in his face , still swelling and still growing ; so jars circling in distrusts , distrusts breed dangers , and dangers death , the greatest , extreme shadow , till nothing bound ' em but the shore , their graves . As BEAUMONT AND ...
... rise in his face , still swelling and still growing ; so jars circling in distrusts , distrusts breed dangers , and dangers death , the greatest , extreme shadow , till nothing bound ' em but the shore , their graves . As BEAUMONT AND ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.