English and Latin Poems: Original and TranslatedLondon, 1853 - 249 Seiten |
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... crowned by his election to All Souls , and seeing him now at the entrance of his profession , and looking upon him , perhaps , as the example which others whom he loved might be found to follow . Those who knew the tenderness and ...
... crowned by his election to All Souls , and seeing him now at the entrance of his profession , and looking upon him , perhaps , as the example which others whom he loved might be found to follow . Those who knew the tenderness and ...
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... Him , Glory and worship go before Him ; Girded with power , with honour crowned , God in his holy place is found . Oh ! then unto the Lord ascribe , Nation and Version of Psalm XCVI, " In songs of praise unheard before" -
... Him , Glory and worship go before Him ; Girded with power , with honour crowned , God in his holy place is found . Oh ! then unto the Lord ascribe , Nation and Version of Psalm XCVI, " In songs of praise unheard before" -
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... crowned ; Less pure would glow my bosom , fired With wassail and with wine , Than by the simple thought inspired- This day first made thee mine . ' Tis said the gifts we dearly prize When first they are our own , Too oft unthankful we ...
... crowned ; Less pure would glow my bosom , fired With wassail and with wine , Than by the simple thought inspired- This day first made thee mine . ' Tis said the gifts we dearly prize When first they are our own , Too oft unthankful we ...
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... crowned With votive bumpers , and the wish go round ( By fervent lips pronounced from hearts sincere ) That health , and every blessing which can cheer The gently sloping path of life's decline , My dear Epistle to my Father, Dec 29, 1829.
... crowned With votive bumpers , and the wish go round ( By fervent lips pronounced from hearts sincere ) That health , and every blessing which can cheer The gently sloping path of life's decline , My dear Epistle to my Father, Dec 29, 1829.
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... crowned , And painted porcelain ranged in order round , True to my post I waited on the fair , And each returning sun beheld me there : Now in some corner am I rudely thrown , Or reared on kitchen shelf in secret moan : There , as I lay ...
... crowned , And painted porcelain ranged in order round , True to my post I waited on the fair , And each returning sun beheld me there : Now in some corner am I rudely thrown , Or reared on kitchen shelf in secret moan : There , as I lay ...
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altri anco avido bless blest bosom Bradwall canora CANTO charm cheer Cheshire CIII converso COUNT UGOLINO crowned cùm cupressi facta sit dear death didst e'en e'er earth eldest Elworth facta sit illa fair father feel Fidicen flower fortè gaudia gentle GERUSALEMME LIBERATA hæc happiness hear heart Heaven Hinc holy honour hope hour HYMN JERUSALEM DELIVERED John Latham life's LINCOLN'S INN Lord Merari mihi modò morn murmur ne'er nemus nulla numbers nunc nympha o'er ogni omai omnes pain Philomela pleasure plectrum praise PSALM quæ quàm quid quod Reginald Heber round Sandbach scene sight sit illa comis song sorrow soul spirit spread strain supremum sweet tears thee thine thou art thou wert thought thro tibi tristi twine VINCENT BOURN voice wilt thou
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Seite 224 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 222 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Seite 202 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...
Seite 198 - Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry; The distant hills are looking nigh. How restless are the snorting swine ! The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings, The cricket, too, how sharp he sings ! Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.
Seite 110 - Del capo ch' egli avea diretro guasto. Poi cominciò: 'tu vuoi ch' io rinnovelli 'Disperato dolor che '1 cuor mi preme " Già pur pensando pria ch' io ne favelli. '' Ma se le mie parole esser den seme '' Che frutti infamia al traditor ch' io rodo, " Parlare e lagrimar vedrai insieme. '' Io non so chi tu sie, nè per che modo * Venuto se' quaggiù ; ma Fiorentino ''Mi sembri veramente quand' io t
Seite 208 - And it seem'd, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Seite 196 - THE hollow winds begin to blow ; The clouds look black, the glass is low ; The soot falls down ; the spaniels sleep ; And spiders from their cobwebs peep.
Seite 204 - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Seite 112 - M' avea mostrato per lo suo forame Più lune già, quand' io feci il mal sonno, Che del futuro mi squarciò il velame. Questi pareva a me maestro e donno, Cacciando il lupo ei lupicini al monte, Per che i Pisan veder Lucca non ponno. Con cagne magre, studiose e conte, Gualandi con Sismondi, e con Lanfranchi S' avea messi dinanzi dalla fronte.
Seite 218 - ... bright ; The mayflower and the eglantine May shade a brow less sad than mine : But, lady, weave no wreath for me, Or weave it of the cypress tree...