Kottabos: College Miscellany, Zväzok 3,Vydanie 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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Strana 16
... live but once - this life I know ; No other wot I of beyond the tomb- I laugh to scorn your devils down below- Your torture - fires - your everlasting gloom ! I seek no heaven , I dread no God above , I fear no hell , save living ...
... live but once - this life I know ; No other wot I of beyond the tomb- I laugh to scorn your devils down below- Your torture - fires - your everlasting gloom ! I seek no heaven , I dread no God above , I fear no hell , save living ...
Strana 44
... death : the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground ; and so let me : You cannot better be employ'd , Bassanio , Than to live still and write mine epitaph . SHAKESPEARE . Σ . πῶς γὰρ φοβῶμαι κρίμα , μὴ ἰδικῶν , 44.
... death : the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground ; and so let me : You cannot better be employ'd , Bassanio , Than to live still and write mine epitaph . SHAKESPEARE . Σ . πῶς γὰρ φοβῶμαι κρίμα , μὴ ἰδικῶν , 44.
Strana 62
... live oppress'd , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools ; The rural part is turn'd into a den Of savage men ; And where's a city from foul vice so free But may be term'd the worst of all the three ...
... live oppress'd , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools ; The rural part is turn'd into a den Of savage men ; And where's a city from foul vice so free But may be term'd the worst of all the three ...
Strana 72
... live upon her tongue , While feature , pose , and heaving bosom sway Our eyes , which cannot stray ; Match'd with her , men most eloquent are churls ; Medusa's look might chill ; hers would revive the stone . She takes our homage as an ...
... live upon her tongue , While feature , pose , and heaving bosom sway Our eyes , which cannot stray ; Match'd with her , men most eloquent are churls ; Medusa's look might chill ; hers would revive the stone . She takes our homage as an ...
Strana 76
... For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh , For without Thee I dare not die . KEBLE . ΧΑΙΡΕ ΚΑΙ ΕΙΝΑ ΙΔΑΟ ΔΟΜΟΙΣΙΝ . N ! tua , 76.
... For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh , For without Thee I dare not die . KEBLE . ΧΑΙΡΕ ΚΑΙ ΕΙΝΑ ΙΔΑΟ ΔΟΜΟΙΣΙΝ . N ! tua , 76.
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