Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... streams revert to climb the hills , when they been rolled down the hollow vales . There is no curious art , nor worldly power , no , not the gods can hold the sway of flying time , nor him return when he is past : all things unto his ...
... streams revert to climb the hills , when they been rolled down the hollow vales . There is no curious art , nor worldly power , no , not the gods can hold the sway of flying time , nor him return when he is past : all things unto his ...
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... stream , when foul with stains of rushing torrents and descending rains , works itself clear and , as it runs , refines ; till by degrees the floating mirror shines , reflects each flower that on the border grows , and a new heaven in ...
... stream , when foul with stains of rushing torrents and descending rains , works itself clear and , as it runs , refines ; till by degrees the floating mirror shines , reflects each flower that on the border grows , and a new heaven in ...
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... streams at once they shew and with them feed the flowers which they bestow : tho ' rudely thronged by a too near embrace , in gentle murmurs they keep on their pace to the loved sea : for streams have their desires , cool as they are ...
... streams at once they shew and with them feed the flowers which they bestow : tho ' rudely thronged by a too near embrace , in gentle murmurs they keep on their pace to the loved sea : for streams have their desires , cool as they are ...
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... stream ; the silent pace , with which they steal away , no wealth can bribe , no prayers persuade to stay , alike ... streams never flow in vain : where streams abound , how laughs the land with various plenty crown'd ! but time , that ...
... stream ; the silent pace , with which they steal away , no wealth can bribe , no prayers persuade to stay , alike ... streams never flow in vain : where streams abound , how laughs the land with various plenty crown'd ! but time , that ...
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... stream like a comet's flashing hair : they all sweep onward . I P. B. SHELLEY QUEEN CATHARINE'S DYING WORDS THANK you , honest lord . Remember me in all humility unto his highness ; say his long trouble now is passing out of this world ...
... stream like a comet's flashing hair : they all sweep onward . I P. B. SHELLEY QUEEN CATHARINE'S DYING WORDS THANK you , honest lord . Remember me in all humility unto his highness ; say his long trouble now is passing out of this world ...
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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.