Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Zväzok 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 63.
Strana 53
... behold , I come in place , and bring beside the bane of Troy : behold , the fatal fruit raught from the golden tree of Proserpine . Proud Troy must fall , so bid the gods above , and stately Ilium's lofty towers be razed by conquering ...
... behold , I come in place , and bring beside the bane of Troy : behold , the fatal fruit raught from the golden tree of Proserpine . Proud Troy must fall , so bid the gods above , and stately Ilium's lofty towers be razed by conquering ...
Strana 54
... behold those comforts : never more shall we two exercise , like twins of Honour , our arms again , and feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our ...
... behold those comforts : never more shall we two exercise , like twins of Honour , our arms again , and feel our fiery horses like proud seas under us ! our good swords now , ( better the red - eyed god of war ne'er ware ) ravish'd our ...
Strana 55
... behold , where'er these casual eyes are cast , the mighty minds of old : my never - failing friends are they , with whom I converse day by day . With them I take delight in weal , and seek relief in woe ; and then I understand and feel ...
... behold , where'er these casual eyes are cast , the mighty minds of old : my never - failing friends are they , with whom I converse day by day . With them I take delight in weal , and seek relief in woe ; and then I understand and feel ...
Strana 62
... behold of that in our rude voyage . O ' S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller JULIET TO FRIAR LAURENCE BID me leap , rather than marry Paris , from off the battlements of yonder tower ; or walk in thievish ways ; or bid me lurk where serpents ...
... behold of that in our rude voyage . O ' S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller JULIET TO FRIAR LAURENCE BID me leap , rather than marry Paris , from off the battlements of yonder tower ; or walk in thievish ways ; or bid me lurk where serpents ...
Strana 78
... hearted - Be ye strong : fear ye not ; behold your God ! He himself will come , and will deliver you . Then shall be unclosed the eyes of the blind ; the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped ; then 78 Passages for Translation.
... hearted - Be ye strong : fear ye not ; behold your God ! He himself will come , and will deliver you . Then shall be unclosed the eyes of the blind ; the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped ; then 78 Passages for Translation.
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.