Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... HONOUR TO THE BRAVE ALONE HONOUR rewards the brave and bold alone ; she scorns the timorous , indolent and base : danger and toil stand stern before her throne , and guard , —so Jove commands , —the fatal place . Who seeks her must the ...
... HONOUR TO THE BRAVE ALONE HONOUR rewards the brave and bold alone ; she scorns the timorous , indolent and base : danger and toil stand stern before her throne , and guard , —so Jove commands , —the fatal place . Who seeks her must the ...
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... honour , wealth , nor airy praise , but with herself herself the goddess pays . H RULE BY KINDNESS , NOT BY FEAR N. ROWE E who performs his duty driven to ' t by fear of punishment , while he believes 321 322 323 his actions are ...
... honour , wealth , nor airy praise , but with herself herself the goddess pays . H RULE BY KINDNESS , NOT BY FEAR N. ROWE E who performs his duty driven to ' t by fear of punishment , while he believes 321 322 323 his actions are ...
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... honour ; but thy friends rose , and with fire and sword assailed my house by night ; in that blind tumult they were slain . To chance impute their deaths , then , not to me . M. ARNOLD JUDGMENTS ARE OF different RANGE EARL OF SOMERSET ...
... honour ; but thy friends rose , and with fire and sword assailed my house by night ; in that blind tumult they were slain . To chance impute their deaths , then , not to me . M. ARNOLD JUDGMENTS ARE OF different RANGE EARL OF SOMERSET ...
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... your behaviour , let it be free and negligent ; not clogged with ceremony or observance : give no man honour , but upon equal terms ; for look how much thou 364 365 giv'st any man above that , so much into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 45.
... your behaviour , let it be free and negligent ; not clogged with ceremony or observance : give no man honour , but upon equal terms ; for look how much thou 364 365 giv'st any man above that , so much into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 45.
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... honours , for so much trash as may be grasped thus ? — I had rather be a dog , and bay the moon , than such a Roman , W. SHAKESPEARE 366 GRATITUDe of osmyn on recovering his WIFE ALMERIA RANT me but life , good Heaven , but length of ...
... honours , for so much trash as may be grasped thus ? — I had rather be a dog , and bay the moon , than such a Roman , W. SHAKESPEARE 366 GRATITUDe of osmyn on recovering his WIFE ALMERIA RANT me but life , good Heaven , but length of ...
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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.