Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Band 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... NATURE'S but does . JATURE'S bequest gives nothing ; but does lend , LOVE GIVES IDEAL VALUE HINGS base and vile , holding no quality , THINGS base and and quality THE WORLD'S A STAGE IS fit we hold the world but as the world , ' T's ...
... NATURE'S but does . JATURE'S bequest gives nothing ; but does lend , LOVE GIVES IDEAL VALUE HINGS base and vile , holding no quality , THINGS base and and quality THE WORLD'S A STAGE IS fit we hold the world but as the world , ' T's ...
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... nature's self . TH THE SHEPherd's life B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his careless limbs thrown out in wanton ease , with thoughtless gaze perusing the arched heavens , and idly whistling while his ...
... nature's self . TH THE SHEPherd's life B. JONSON ' H ' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the haw- thorn , his careless limbs thrown out in wanton ease , with thoughtless gaze perusing the arched heavens , and idly whistling while his ...
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... Nature given us eyes to see this vaulted arch and the rich crop of sea and land , which can distinguish twixt the fiery orbs above and the twinned stones upon th ' unnumbered beach ? and can we not partition make with spectacles so ...
... Nature given us eyes to see this vaulted arch and the rich crop of sea and land , which can distinguish twixt the fiery orbs above and the twinned stones upon th ' unnumbered beach ? and can we not partition make with spectacles so ...
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... nature never lends the smallest scruple of her excellence but , like a thrifty goddess , she determines herself the glory of a creditor , both thanks and use . W. SHAKESPEARE 333 HYPOCRISY - GENERAL 334 AY not , my art is fraud : all ...
... nature never lends the smallest scruple of her excellence but , like a thrifty goddess , she determines herself the glory of a creditor , both thanks and use . W. SHAKESPEARE 333 HYPOCRISY - GENERAL 334 AY not , my art is fraud : all ...
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... nature or of cunning art how strong , how beauteous , or how rich it be , but falls in time to ruin . W. SHAKESPEARE 342 HE came weeping forth , SHE shining through tears , like April suns in showers , that labour to o'ercome the cloud ...
... nature or of cunning art how strong , how beauteous , or how rich it be , but falls in time to ruin . W. SHAKESPEARE 342 HE came weeping forth , SHE shining through tears , like April suns in showers , that labour to o'ercome the cloud ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms bear beauty behold blood breath bright bring brother clouds comes course dare dark dead dear death deeds doth earth Edition eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers follow force fortune friends give glory gods grave grief grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour keep king land leave light live look lord mean mind mother nature never night noble o'er once peace poor prince queen rest rise round seems SHAKESPEARE sleep soon sorrow soul speak spirit stand stood stream strength strong sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought true turn unto virtue voice wind young 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.