Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volumen1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... earth and heaven , G darkness and light ! who the day for toil hast given , for rest the night ! may Thine Angel Guards defend us , slumber sweet Thy mercy send us , holy dreams and hopes attend us , this livelong night ! R. HEBER i 6 A ...
... earth and heaven , G darkness and light ! who the day for toil hast given , for rest the night ! may Thine Angel Guards defend us , slumber sweet Thy mercy send us , holy dreams and hopes attend us , this livelong night ! R. HEBER i 6 A ...
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... earth to breathless Nature's dark abyss ; but when the great and good depart , what is it more than this , that man , who is from GOD sent forth , doth yet again to GOD return ? Such ebb and flow must ever be ; then wherefore should we ...
... earth to breathless Nature's dark abyss ; but when the great and good depart , what is it more than this , that man , who is from GOD sent forth , doth yet again to GOD return ? Such ebb and flow must ever be ; then wherefore should we ...
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... earth ! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 23 HUMILITY 24 MY fortune might I form at will , my canvas Zephyrs soft should fill ... earth's diurnal course with rocks , and stones , and trees ! J. ADDISON W. WORDSWORTH 25 THE VANITY OF TEARS Εἰ τὰ ...
... earth ! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 23 HUMILITY 24 MY fortune might I form at will , my canvas Zephyrs soft should fill ... earth's diurnal course with rocks , and stones , and trees ! J. ADDISON W. WORDSWORTH 25 THE VANITY OF TEARS Εἰ τὰ ...
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... earth : the fire its cheering flame on high doth rear , sport is never wanting there : if all the elements , the earth , the sea , air and fire , so merry be ; why is man's mirth so seldom and so small , who is compounded of them all ...
... earth : the fire its cheering flame on high doth rear , sport is never wanting there : if all the elements , the earth , the sea , air and fire , so merry be ; why is man's mirth so seldom and so small , who is compounded of them all ...
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... Earth , gods and men and beasts have birth , leaf and blade , and bud and blossom , breathe thine influence most divine on thine own child , Proserpine . If with mists of evening dew thou dost nourish these young flowers till they grow ...
... Earth , gods and men and beasts have birth , leaf and blade , and bud and blossom , breathe thine influence most divine on thine own child , Proserpine . If with mists of evening dew thou dost nourish these young flowers till they grow ...
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath birds breast breath bright bring calm clouds College crown dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fall fate fear feel fields fire flow flowers give glory golden grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour keep land late leaves light live look Lord mind morn mountains mourn Nature never night notes o'er pain pass peace pleasure rest rise rock roses round shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts trees true turn voice waves weep wild winds wings winter young youth δὲ καὶ τε
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.