Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Band 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament , itself and true . LIFE - A LOAN [ ATURE'S bequest gives nothing ; but does lend , and being frank she lends to those are free . LOVE GIVES ...
... BEAUTY 157 158 159 160 161 162 BEAUT EAUTY in holy antique hours was seen without all ornament , itself and true . LIFE - A LOAN [ ATURE'S bequest gives nothing ; but does lend , and being frank she lends to those are free . LOVE GIVES ...
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... beauty that doth oft make women proud : ' T's beauty that doth oft me them most admired : ' tis government that makes them seem divine . GUILT HAS NO TRUE GAINS WHAT win the guilty gaining what they seek ! a dream , a breath , a froth ...
... beauty that doth oft make women proud : ' T's beauty that doth oft me them most admired : ' tis government that makes them seem divine . GUILT HAS NO TRUE GAINS WHAT win the guilty gaining what they seek ! a dream , a breath , a froth ...
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... there Pride , Ambition , Beauty's fairest form , all dust alike , compound one common mass : reflect on these , and in them see yourself . R. CUMBERLAND 297 298 DECEIT IAT man so wise , what earthly 26 Passages for Translation.
... there Pride , Ambition , Beauty's fairest form , all dust alike , compound one common mass : reflect on these , and in them see yourself . R. CUMBERLAND 297 298 DECEIT IAT man so wise , what earthly 26 Passages for Translation.
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... youth ever youthful , takes from age the heavy burthen of time's pilgrimage ; gives beauty to deformity - is seen to value what is valueless and mean . JUAN RUIZ 309 310 311 312 N HAPPY INSENSIBILITY O : ' into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 29.
... youth ever youthful , takes from age the heavy burthen of time's pilgrimage ; gives beauty to deformity - is seen to value what is valueless and mean . JUAN RUIZ 309 310 311 312 N HAPPY INSENSIBILITY O : ' into Greek Tragic Iambic Verse 29.
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... beauty soon grows familiar to the lover , fades in his eye , and palls upon the sense . The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex : true , she is fair— ( oh how divinely fair ! ) but still the lovely maid improves her charms with inward ...
... beauty soon grows familiar to the lover , fades in his eye , and palls upon the sense . The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex : true , she is fair— ( oh how divinely fair ! ) but still the lovely maid improves her charms with inward ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.