Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Zväzok 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 100.
Strana 1
... tears are salter than a youth's . Our content is our best having . Woman is naturally born to fears . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms by wailing them ...
... tears are salter than a youth's . Our content is our best having . Woman is naturally born to fears . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand . Forbear to judge , for we are sinners all . 15 None can cure their harms by wailing them ...
Strana 18
... TEARS AM not prone to weeping , as our sex commonly are ; the want of which vain dew , perchance , shall dry your pities ; but I have that honourable grief lodged here , which burns worse than tears drown . W. SHAKESPEARE 257 258 259 ...
... TEARS AM not prone to weeping , as our sex commonly are ; the want of which vain dew , perchance , shall dry your pities ; but I have that honourable grief lodged here , which burns worse than tears drown . W. SHAKESPEARE 257 258 259 ...
Strana 27
... tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes sorrow falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our withered cheeks , cold as our hopes , and hardened as our feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ...
... tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes sorrow falls down like hail - drops of the north , chilling the furrows of our withered cheeks , cold as our hopes , and hardened as our feeling ; - theirs , as they fall , sink sightless ...
Strana 30
... tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain and prudence make and mar the man . G. CRABBE ' TIS WEALTH IS money that obtaineth men ...
... tear and smile , that once together rose , are then divorced : the head and heart are foes : enchantment bows to wisdom's serious plan , and pain and prudence make and mar the man . G. CRABBE ' TIS WEALTH IS money that obtaineth men ...
Strana 34
... tears , weep o'er the hearse ; but earth no sooner covers the earth brought thither , but they turn away with inward smiles , the dead no more remembered . RETRIBUTION P. MASSINGER NOR custom nor example nor vast numbers of such as do ...
... tears , weep o'er the hearse ; but earth no sooner covers the earth brought thither , but they turn away with inward smiles , the dead no more remembered . RETRIBUTION P. MASSINGER NOR custom nor example nor vast numbers of such as do ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
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.