Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... live , wretched no longer we have fear to die . SUFFERING AGGRAVATED BY CONTRAST IS double death to die in sight of shore : pings food . 156 BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament ...
... live , wretched no longer we have fear to die . SUFFERING AGGRAVATED BY CONTRAST IS double death to die in sight of shore : pings food . 156 BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament ...
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... live in brass : their virtues MEN'S write in water . W. SHAKESPEARE THE TEST OF WISDOM XTREMES of fortune are true wisdom's test , 171 172 173 FORGIVENESS R. CUMBERLAND FOR ORGIVENESS to the injured does belong , but they ne'er pardon ...
... live in brass : their virtues MEN'S write in water . W. SHAKESPEARE THE TEST OF WISDOM XTREMES of fortune are true wisdom's test , 171 172 173 FORGIVENESS R. CUMBERLAND FOR ORGIVENESS to the injured does belong , but they ne'er pardon ...
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... live with that small pittance that we have ; who covets more is evermore a slave . TRUE SAFETY IS not the walls or purple that defends foor , friends . SORROWS SUCCEED HEN one is past , another care we have ; WHEN thus woe succeeds a ...
... live with that small pittance that we have ; who covets more is evermore a slave . TRUE SAFETY IS not the walls or purple that defends foor , friends . SORROWS SUCCEED HEN one is past , another care we have ; WHEN thus woe succeeds a ...
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... live but last . NO PAINS , NO GAINS F little labour , little are our gains ; I man's fortunes are according to his pains . BE COMFORTS IN CROSSES E not dismayed , though crosses cast thee down ; thy fall is but the rising to a crown . R ...
... live but last . NO PAINS , NO GAINS F little labour , little are our gains ; I man's fortunes are according to his pains . BE COMFORTS IN CROSSES E not dismayed , though crosses cast thee down ; thy fall is but the rising to a crown . R ...
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... live by seeming . SAY The beggar begs with it , and the gay courtier gains land and title , rank and rule , by seeming ; the clergy scorn it not , and the bold soldier will eke with it his service . - All admit it , all practise it ...
... live by seeming . SAY The beggar begs with it , and the gay courtier gains land and title , rank and rule , by seeming ; the clergy scorn it not , and the bold soldier will eke with it his service . - All admit it , all practise it ...
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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
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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.