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... Vitæ . 261 LIX . W. Praxiteles Venator . 262 LX . B. Terra 263 LXI . W. * Persæ de Templo Delphico deturbantur 264 LXII . B. Dotes Amoris 265 LXIII . G. Epitaphium in Canem 266 LXIV . G Aliud Epitaphium . 267 LXV . B. Ad Filiæ Tumulum ...
... Vitæ . 261 LIX . W. Praxiteles Venator . 262 LX . B. Terra 263 LXI . W. * Persæ de Templo Delphico deturbantur 264 LXII . B. Dotes Amoris 265 LXIII . G. Epitaphium in Canem 266 LXIV . G Aliud Epitaphium . 267 LXV . B. Ad Filiæ Tumulum ...
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... Vitæ fabula tristis in sepulcro Surdo clauditur et tenebricoso . Ex quo pulvere rursus et sepulcro Me , spero , Deus ipse mo : reducet . H. II . G. S. IV . To a Lady , THE adorning thee with ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 9.
... Vitæ fabula tristis in sepulcro Surdo clauditur et tenebricoso . Ex quo pulvere rursus et sepulcro Me , spero , Deus ipse mo : reducet . H. II . G. S. IV . To a Lady , THE adorning thee with ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 9.
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... vitæ ; Jampridem in cœlis incola fidus amor : Estuat infelix , capiti succensus amato , Et mala vecordem distrahit ira sinum . Mutua dixerunt dulces convicia amici , Jamque dies sociis ultimus ille fuit : Haud tamen inventum vacui ...
... vitæ ; Jampridem in cœlis incola fidus amor : Estuat infelix , capiti succensus amato , Et mala vecordem distrahit ira sinum . Mutua dixerunt dulces convicia amici , Jamque dies sociis ultimus ille fuit : Haud tamen inventum vacui ...
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... Vitæ dura fuit meta suprema meæ : Te solum indolui , te inter mala tanta relinquens , Heu ! mala nunc animo tota ferenda tuo . Sed tibi pandit iter divinitus insita virtus , Has cæcas vitæ discutiens tenebras . Me quoque , ne doleas ...
... Vitæ dura fuit meta suprema meæ : Te solum indolui , te inter mala tanta relinquens , Heu ! mala nunc animo tota ferenda tuo . Sed tibi pandit iter divinitus insita virtus , Has cæcas vitæ discutiens tenebras . Me quoque , ne doleas ...
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... Vitæ sors humilis ; vix qui te sciret ademtam Mortali ex cœtu , Lucia dulcis , erat : Nunc tumulo placida dormis composta quiete ; Væ mihi dehinc vitæ quam grave restat onus ! G. B. XVII . Puer Matrem Gladiis confectam lactens . SUME ...
... Vitæ sors humilis ; vix qui te sciret ademtam Mortali ex cœtu , Lucia dulcis , erat : Nunc tumulo placida dormis composta quiete ; Væ mihi dehinc vitæ quam grave restat onus ! G. B. XVII . Puer Matrem Gladiis confectam lactens . SUME ...
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Page 42 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 148 - EPITAPH. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother : Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
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Page 94 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 102 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 156 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth...
Page 30 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Page 160 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Page 160 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue! — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds ; And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's...
Page 162 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.