Horace, with Engl. notes by J.E. Yonge, Bind 1

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Side 249 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out » That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Side 79 - Euro. laetus in praesens animus quod ultra est oderit curare et amara lento temperet risu; nihil est ab omni parte beatum.
Side 137 - Exegi monumentum aere perennius Regalique situ pyramidum altius, Quod non imber edax, non Aquilo impotens Possit diruere aut innumerabilis Annorum series et fuga temporum.
Side 259 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Side 48 - O diva, gratum quae regis Antium, praesens vel imo tollere de gradu mortale corpus vel superbos vertere funeribus triumphos...
Side 269 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 147 - cervi, luporum praeda rapacium, 50 sectamur ultro, quos opimus fallere et effugere est triumphus. gens, quae cremato fortis ab Ilio iactata Tuscis aequoribus sacra natosque maturosque patres 55 pertulit Ausonias ad urbes, duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibus nigrae feraci frondis in Algido, per damna, per caedes, ab ipso ducit opes animumque ferro.
Side 40 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Side 260 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits away : Then melts into the spring: soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal, that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th...
Side 268 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...

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