Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Tom 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... dies for love . Gentle murmurs , sweet complaining , sighs that blow the fire of love ; soft repulses , kind disdaining , shall be all the pains you prove . J. DRYDEN 52 HA THE INJURED LOVER AD I a cave on 16 Passages for Translation 50 ...
... dies for love . Gentle murmurs , sweet complaining , sighs that blow the fire of love ; soft repulses , kind disdaining , shall be all the pains you prove . J. DRYDEN 52 HA THE INJURED LOVER AD I a cave on 16 Passages for Translation 50 ...
Strona 17
... sigh , to languish , and to die : ah , how can those fair eyes endure to give the wounds they will not cure ! J. DRYDEN 54 THE FOLLY OF MAKING TROUbles . H , fading joy , how quickly art thou past ! AH , yet we thy ruin haste : as if ...
... sigh , to languish , and to die : ah , how can those fair eyes endure to give the wounds they will not cure ! J. DRYDEN 54 THE FOLLY OF MAKING TROUbles . H , fading joy , how quickly art thou past ! AH , yet we thy ruin haste : as if ...
Strona 20
... sigh and wish is all my ease ; sighs which do heat impart , enough to melt the coldest ice , yet cannot warm your heart . O ! would your pity give my heart one corner of your breast ; ' twould learn of yours the winning art , and ...
... sigh and wish is all my ease ; sighs which do heat impart , enough to melt the coldest ice , yet cannot warm your heart . O ! would your pity give my heart one corner of your breast ; ' twould learn of yours the winning art , and ...
Strona 23
... , for you and me . Seize the villain , plunge him in , see ! the hated miscreant dies ; mirth , with all thy train come in , banish sorrow , tears and sighs . 70 ELIZABETH'S SONG H ! that we two were maying into Latin Lyric Verse 23.
... , for you and me . Seize the villain , plunge him in , see ! the hated miscreant dies ; mirth , with all thy train come in , banish sorrow , tears and sighs . 70 ELIZABETH'S SONG H ! that we two were maying into Latin Lyric Verse 23.
Strona 25
... sighs for other spheres , I feel that one's too wide , and think the home , which love endears , worth all the world beside . The needle thus , too rudely moved , wanders unconscious where ; till having found the place it loved , it ...
... sighs for other spheres , I feel that one's too wide , and think the home , which love endears , worth all the world beside . The needle thus , too rudely moved , wanders unconscious where ; till having found the place it loved , it ...
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Strona 172 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Strona 248 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Strona 248 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Strona 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Strona 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Strona 171 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Strona 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Strona 145 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Strona 46 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.