Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. HoldenHubert Ashton Holden 1866 |
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... seeks to rise . VII When the hair is sweet through pride or lust , the powder doth forget the dust . VIII In shallow waters heaven doth show : but who drinks on to hell may go . G. HERBERT EPIGRAMS 3 4 5 6 7 IN I IN the I.
... seeks to rise . VII When the hair is sweet through pride or lust , the powder doth forget the dust . VIII In shallow waters heaven doth show : but who drinks on to hell may go . G. HERBERT EPIGRAMS 3 4 5 6 7 IN I IN the I.
Side 26
... water shall together lye in - one - self - sweet - conspiring sympathie ; Summer and Winter shall at one time show ripe eares of corn and up to th ' eares in snow : seas shall be sandlesse ; fields devoid of grasse ; shapelesse the ...
... water shall together lye in - one - self - sweet - conspiring sympathie ; Summer and Winter shall at one time show ripe eares of corn and up to th ' eares in snow : seas shall be sandlesse ; fields devoid of grasse ; shapelesse the ...
Side 28
... water seen by night . W. SHAKESPEARE SIC VITA IKE to the falling of a star , 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 ...
... water seen by night . W. SHAKESPEARE SIC VITA IKE to the falling of a star , 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 ...
Side 31
... water , and the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain , when with never a stain , the pavilion of heaven is bare , 107 108 109 and the winds and ...
... water , and the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain , when with never a stain , the pavilion of heaven is bare , 107 108 109 and the winds and ...
Side 64
... water sweetly glides ; it sees itself from thatch to base dream in the sliding tides . And fairer she , but ah how soon to die ! her quiet dream of life this hour may cease . Her peaceful being slowly passes by to some more perfect ...
... water sweetly glides ; it sees itself from thatch to base dream in the sliding tides . And fairer she , but ah how soon to die ! her quiet dream of life this hour may cease . Her peaceful being slowly passes by to some more perfect ...
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Foliorum Silvula, Selections for Translation Into Latin and Greek Verse, by ... Hubert Ashton Holden Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
Foliorum Silvula, Selections for Translation Into Latin and Greek Verse, by ... Hubert Ashton Holden Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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AGATHIAS arms beauty behold beneath birds blest bloom bosom boughs bower breast breath bright brow charms clouds cold crowned dark dead death delight doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle golden grace grave green grief grove hast hath heart heaven hills hour J. W. DONALDSON light live LORD LORD BYRON lyre MELEAGER MILTON morn mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain peace plain rest rill rise rocks rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound SPENSER spring St John's College stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought toil trees Trinity College twas vale voice W. E. AYTOUN wandering waves weep wild winds wings woods youth γὰρ δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν οὐ τὸ τὸν
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Side 36 - 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...
Side 84 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Side 351 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Side 362 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Side 87 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Side 54 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Side 189 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Side 70 - What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? what shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance...
Side 402 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Side 34 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...