Arthur Carryl: A Novel

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D. Appleton, 1841 - 357 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 304 - Mercator metuens, otium et oppidi Laudat rura sui : mox reficit rates Quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. Est, qui nee veteris pocula Massici, Nee partem solido demere de die, Spernit ; nunc viridi membra sub arbuto Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
Strana 308 - Heu quotiens fidem Mutatosque deos flebit et aspera Nigris aequora ventis Emirabitur insolens, Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem Sperat nescius aurae Fallacis. Miseri, quibus Intemptata nites.
Strana 312 - Arida nutrix. Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget ; 20 Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis in terra domibus negata : Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem.
Strana 320 - Vulcanus ardens urit officinas. nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto aut flore terrae quern ferunt solutae; nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis, seu poscat agna sive malit haedo.
Strana 122 - Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your Wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast; — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches! 'Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day "Knives and "Scissors to grind O!
Strana 306 - Venator, tenerae conjugis immemor ; Seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, Seu rupit teretes Marsus aper plagas.
Strana 241 - Archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage and considerate pride, Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold...
Strana 310 - Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum vel quae loca fabulosus Lambit Hydaspes. Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra...
Strana 46 - And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent : and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail ; for the plagu e thereof was exceeding great.
Strana 318 - Solvitur acris hiems grata vice veris et Favoni, trahuntque siccas machinae carinas, ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni, nec prata canis albicant pruinis.

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