Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Bind 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Side 24
... unto the soul and reason , and enforceth all laws , all conscience , treads upon religion , and offereth violence to nature's self . TH ' THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his ...
... unto the soul and reason , and enforceth all laws , all conscience , treads upon religion , and offereth violence to nature's self . TH ' THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his ...
Side 32
... unto the people's lustes to rush forth on , and stay them not in time , and as the streame that rowleth downe the hyll , so will they headlong runne with raging thoughtes from bloud to bloud , from mischiefe unto moe , to ruine of the ...
... unto the people's lustes to rush forth on , and stay them not in time , and as the streame that rowleth downe the hyll , so will they headlong runne with raging thoughtes from bloud to bloud , from mischiefe unto moe , to ruine of the ...
Side 37
... unto his might must bend , and yield unto the iron teeth of eating time . MISFORTUNE OUR PROBATION R. WILMOT BUT fort velour soars a UT know , young prince , that valour soars above These are not ills ; else they would never fall on ...
... unto his might must bend , and yield unto the iron teeth of eating time . MISFORTUNE OUR PROBATION R. WILMOT BUT fort velour soars a UT know , young prince , that valour soars above These are not ills ; else they would never fall on ...
Side 41
... unto his torture . Is it in the power of flesh and blood to carry this and live ? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 349 PROSPECT OF DEATH WELCOMED METHINKS I'm more at ease now death ap- proaches , secure of any future separation from her I love ...
... unto his torture . Is it in the power of flesh and blood to carry this and live ? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 349 PROSPECT OF DEATH WELCOMED METHINKS I'm more at ease now death ap- proaches , secure of any future separation from her I love ...
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... unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the void winds before ! Oh give me way , give my soul's rapture way ! the eternal fount leaps ...
... unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the void winds before ! Oh give me way , give my soul's rapture way ! the eternal fount leaps ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.