Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Band 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... poor exile all the world's his way . In vain comes counsel to a self - closed ear . He tires by times that spurs too fast by times . A while to work and after holiday . 100 What must perforce be done , as willing do . A weighty business ...
... poor exile all the world's his way . In vain comes counsel to a self - closed ear . He tires by times that spurs too fast by times . A while to work and after holiday . 100 What must perforce be done , as willing do . A weighty business ...
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... POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve with nothing . THER VICE IMITATES VIRTUE HERE scarce is vice so simple but assumes some shew of virtue in its outward parts . DANGER - PREVENTION IS wiser to prevent ...
... POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve with nothing . THER VICE IMITATES VIRTUE HERE scarce is vice so simple but assumes some shew of virtue in its outward parts . DANGER - PREVENTION IS wiser to prevent ...
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... poor advanced , makes friends of enemies ; when sorrows come , they come not single spies but in battalions . 239 " 240 241 242 243 THE SAME ` IS certain greatness once fallen out with fortune he shall as soon read in the eyes of others ...
... poor advanced , makes friends of enemies ; when sorrows come , they come not single spies but in battalions . 239 " 240 241 242 243 THE SAME ` IS certain greatness once fallen out with fortune he shall as soon read in the eyes of others ...
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... poor , but aye unhealthful . TELL SORROW IN OLD AGE ELL me not of it , friend - when the young weep their tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes sorrow falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our ...
... poor , but aye unhealthful . TELL SORROW IN OLD AGE ELL me not of it , friend - when the young weep their tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes sorrow falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our ...
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... that maketh good or ill , IT that maketh wretch or happię , rich or poor ; for some that hath abundance at his will , hath not enough , but wants in greatest store ; 335 and other , that hath litle , asks no 36 Passages for Translation.
... that maketh good or ill , IT that maketh wretch or happię , rich or poor ; for some that hath abundance at his will , hath not enough , but wants in greatest store ; 335 and other , that hath litle , asks no 36 Passages for Translation.
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.