Nugae metricaeOxford University Press, 1824 - 89 pages |
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... tui ? At mihi defixa obmutescat lingua palato , At citharam , et solitum dextra recuset opus , Si mentem non una meam tua torquet imago , Una Salem , luctus laetitiaeque comes . IV . WEBSTER . O THOU soft natural death , 7.
... tui ? At mihi defixa obmutescat lingua palato , At citharam , et solitum dextra recuset opus , Si mentem non una meam tua torquet imago , Una Salem , luctus laetitiaeque comes . IV . WEBSTER . O THOU soft natural death , 7.
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William Wyndham Grenville Baron Grenville. IV . WEBSTER . O THOU soft natural death , that art joint - twin To ... thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gathered , not harshly plucked , for death mature . P. L. xi . 535 ...
William Wyndham Grenville Baron Grenville. IV . WEBSTER . O THOU soft natural death , that art joint - twin To ... thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gathered , not harshly plucked , for death mature . P. L. xi . 535 ...
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... thou , alas ! must prove , Struggling alone with earthly sorrow and care . Ah ! may'st thou then , in that unclouded mind , Where Virtue beams , and Faith's ethereal ray , Truth unalloyed , unerring Wisdom find , To guide thee through ...
... thou , alas ! must prove , Struggling alone with earthly sorrow and care . Ah ! may'st thou then , in that unclouded mind , Where Virtue beams , and Faith's ethereal ray , Truth unalloyed , unerring Wisdom find , To guide thee through ...
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... ; Sydney's sister , Pembroke's mother . Death ! ere thou hast slain another , Fair , and learn'd , and good as she , Time shall throw his dart at thee ! Hac ego sum tantis dignus majoribus , auctam Hac trado 50 XVIII. ...
... ; Sydney's sister , Pembroke's mother . Death ! ere thou hast slain another , Fair , and learn'd , and good as she , Time shall throw his dart at thee ! Hac ego sum tantis dignus majoribus , auctam Hac trado 50 XVIII. ...
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... drowned , Whilst thy assembled friends around With smiles their joy confest ; So live , that in thy latest hour We the floods of sorrow pour , may And thou in smiles be drest . XXXII . INFANS . DUM tibi vix nato laeti risere 66.
... drowned , Whilst thy assembled friends around With smiles their joy confest ; So live , that in thy latest hour We the floods of sorrow pour , may And thou in smiles be drest . XXXII . INFANS . DUM tibi vix nato laeti risere 66.
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Page 8 - O thou soft natural death, that art jointtwin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion : pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes.
Page 50 - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.