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 71.
Strana 42
... brother to Death , sweetly thyself dispose on this afflicted prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by ...
... brother to Death , sweetly thyself dispose on this afflicted prince ; fall , like a cloud , in gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , and as a purling stream , thou son of Night , pass by ...
Strana 45
... brOTHERS ATRED hatched at home is a tame tiger , may fawn and sport , but never leaves his nature . The jars of brothers , two such mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten ...
... brOTHERS ATRED hatched at home is a tame tiger , may fawn and sport , but never leaves his nature . The jars of brothers , two such mighty ones , is like a small stone thrown into a river , the breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten ...
Strana 51
... brothers . See , what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls : the front of Jove himself ; an eye like Mars , to threaten and command ; a station like the herald Mercury , new - lighted on a heaven - kissing hill ; a ...
... brothers . See , what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls : the front of Jove himself ; an eye like Mars , to threaten and command ; a station like the herald Mercury , new - lighted on a heaven - kissing hill ; a ...
Strana 57
... BROTHER H hear me , look upon me ! how my heart , after long ' desolation , now unfolds unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the ...
... BROTHER H hear me , look upon me ! how my heart , after long ' desolation , now unfolds unto this new delight , to kiss thy head , thou dearest , dearest one of all on earth , to clasp thee with my arms , which were but thrown on the ...
Strana 58
... brother ! F. HEMANS from Goethe 400 WALLENSTEIN'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MAX PICCOLOMINI 401 402 I SHALL grieve down this blow , of that I'm con- scious : what does not man grieve down ? From the highest , as from the vilest thing of ...
... brother ! F. HEMANS from Goethe 400 WALLENSTEIN'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MAX PICCOLOMINI 401 402 I SHALL grieve down this blow , of that I'm con- scious : what does not man grieve down ? From the highest , as from the vilest thing of ...
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.