Nova anthologia Oxoniensis: translations into Greek and Latin verseRobinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley Clarendon Press, 1899 - 279 páginas |
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... quae terras vires , quae numina magna movebant : usque adeo nihil est quod nunc sumus ? usque adeo nil una tot heroum virtus parque omnibus ardor ? dextras fata hebetant annosaque tempora : perstat mente vigor solida , nitique et ...
... quae terras vires , quae numina magna movebant : usque adeo nihil est quod nunc sumus ? usque adeo nil una tot heroum virtus parque omnibus ardor ? dextras fata hebetant annosaque tempora : perstat mente vigor solida , nitique et ...
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... quae sola sacrae sub tegmine noctis , sola procul madidis maeret et ipsa genis : sed mihi nec similem curam fovet illa , nec unquam participem luctus me sinet esse sui . VII These bad traditions of comedy affect us not only J. A. G. OF ...
... quae sola sacrae sub tegmine noctis , sola procul madidis maeret et ipsa genis : sed mihi nec similem curam fovet illa , nec unquam participem luctus me sinet esse sui . VII These bad traditions of comedy affect us not only J. A. G. OF ...
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... quae stupet insueta rusticus aure loqui , multaque quae vidi passim sensique viator ad vespertinos explicuisse focos : utque lepus canibus pulsus turbaque sequentum aeger adit notum , fugerat unde , locum , hoc erat in votis , ut longi ...
... quae stupet insueta rusticus aure loqui , multaque quae vidi passim sensique viator ad vespertinos explicuisse focos : utque lepus canibus pulsus turbaque sequentum aeger adit notum , fugerat unde , locum , hoc erat in votis , ut longi ...
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... quae tibi granorum tot millia pulvere ab ipso edita suppeditant . sed nec potes esse beata , quae quod abest quaeris semper , praesentia temnens ; nec stabilem praestare animum , quae motibus acta huc illuc variis fluitas levis atque ...
... quae tibi granorum tot millia pulvere ab ipso edita suppeditant . sed nec potes esse beata , quae quod abest quaeris semper , praesentia temnens ; nec stabilem praestare animum , quae motibus acta huc illuc variis fluitas levis atque ...
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... quae tot discrimina tollit , scilicet horremus cassa formidine mortem ? H. E. T. XXXIX Non ita , non moveor ; tempus , quid inane superbis ? quid nova pyramidum tu mihi monstra refers ? at mihi non nova sunt , non admiranda , tuenti ...
... quae tot discrimina tollit , scilicet horremus cassa formidine mortem ? H. E. T. XXXIX Non ita , non moveor ; tempus , quid inane superbis ? quid nova pyramidum tu mihi monstra refers ? at mihi non nova sunt , non admiranda , tuenti ...
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Página 70 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
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Página 138 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, \ At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 120 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 68 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What 's yet in this, That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Página 56 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 20 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 132 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Página 202 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.