Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Bind 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Side 9
... thou art desolate , can e'er return . J. KEATS 32 IN GOOD PRECEPTS N all thy need , be thou possest still with a well - prepared breast ; nor let thy shackles make thee sad ; thou canst but have , what others had . And this for comfort thou ...
... thou art desolate , can e'er return . J. KEATS 32 IN GOOD PRECEPTS N all thy need , be thou possest still with a well - prepared breast ; nor let thy shackles make thee sad ; thou canst but have , what others had . And this for comfort thou ...
Side 13
... thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent as strong ; pleased in refreshing dews to steep the little trembling flowers that peep thy shelving rocks among . TELL W. WORDSWORTH THE WORLD'S WANDERERS ELL me , thou Star , whose wings of ...
... thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent as strong ; pleased in refreshing dews to steep the little trembling flowers that peep thy shelving rocks among . TELL W. WORDSWORTH THE WORLD'S WANDERERS ELL me , thou Star , whose wings of ...
Side 14
... thou repose now ? Weary Wind , who wanderest like the world's rejected guest , hast thou still some secret nest on the tree or billow ? CONTENTMENT P. B. SHELLEY 46 HORT is our span ; then why engage was ne'er by fate design'd ? Why ...
... thou repose now ? Weary Wind , who wanderest like the world's rejected guest , hast thou still some secret nest on the tree or billow ? CONTENTMENT P. B. SHELLEY 46 HORT is our span ; then why engage was ne'er by fate design'd ? Why ...
Side 17
... thou declare all thy fond - plighted vows - fleeting as air ? to thy new lover hie , laugh o'er thy perjury , then in thy bosom try what peace is there ! R. BURNS 53 TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY , GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN SPRING SK not the ...
... thou declare all thy fond - plighted vows - fleeting as air ? to thy new lover hie , laugh o'er thy perjury , then in thy bosom try what peace is there ! R. BURNS 53 TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY , GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN SPRING SK not the ...
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... thou are shadows in the cloud ; thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate . A. TENNYSON 68 TO THE CICADA * ICADA ! thou who , tipsy with the dews CICA of weeping skies , on the tall poplar - tree , perch'd swayingly , thyself dost ...
... thou are shadows in the cloud ; thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate . A. TENNYSON 68 TO THE CICADA * ICADA ! thou who , tipsy with the dews CICA of weeping skies , on the tall poplar - tree , perch'd swayingly , thyself dost ...
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Side 172 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 248 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Side 248 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Side 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Side 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 171 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Side 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Side 145 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Side 46 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.