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Aesch Aeschylus amor Anth Apollo atque Augustus Caesar called Catull death Epist epithet Epode Eurip expression fortune genus gods Greek haec heaven Homer honor Horace Horace's imitation inter Italy king Latin lines Livy Lucan Lucret Maecenas mare Martial means mihi Milton Muses nature neque nunc Odyss omne pater perhaps Pind poem poet poetry probably Propert puer Pyth quae quam Quid quis quod reference Roman Rome says Sellar Shaks sing sive song Soph suggests temple Tenn terra thee Theoc thou thought tibi Tibull translation Trist turn Venus Verg Vergil virtus wind wine youth
Strana 193 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Strana 388 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 233 - He that ruleth his spirit, is better than he that taketh a city,
Strana 420 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 159 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Strana 223 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Strana 473 - And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: am I my brother's keeper? And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
Strana 311 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Strana 190 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.