Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... fall , they dash themselves to pieces . MEMORY OF THE DEAD EN'S evil manners 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 ...
... fall , they dash themselves to pieces . MEMORY OF THE DEAD EN'S evil manners 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 ...
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... fall is but the rising to a crown . R. HERRICK 205 206 OLD AGE HAT is old age WHAT but the holy place of life , chapel of ease for all men's wearied miseries ? M INDISCREET EXPENSE P. MASSINGER ANY have much disabled their estate by ...
... fall is but the rising to a crown . R. HERRICK 205 206 OLD AGE HAT is old age WHAT but the holy place of life , chapel of ease for all men's wearied miseries ? M INDISCREET EXPENSE P. MASSINGER ANY have much disabled their estate by ...
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... fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all his dependents , which laboured after him to the mountain's top even on their knees and hands , let him slip down , not one accompanying ...
... fall . WHE THE SAME HEN Fortune in her shift and change of mood spurns down her late beloved , all his dependents , which laboured after him to the mountain's top even on their knees and hands , let him slip down , not one accompanying ...
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... fall by weakest subtleties , not made to rule , but to subserve where wisdom bears command . 269 J. MILTON BIRTH AND DEATH NAM nos decebat , cœtus celebrantes domum lugere , ubi esset aliquis in lucem editus , humanæ vitæ varia ...
... fall by weakest subtleties , not made to rule , but to subserve where wisdom bears command . 269 J. MILTON BIRTH AND DEATH NAM nos decebat , cœtus celebrantes domum lugere , ubi esset aliquis in lucem editus , humanæ vitæ varia ...
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... falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our withered cheeks , cold as our hopes , and hardened as our feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ; —ours recoil , heap the fair plain , and bleaken all ...
... falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our withered cheeks , cold as our hopes , and hardened as our feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ; —ours recoil , heap the fair plain , and bleaken all ...
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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.