Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... fields are dank , and ways all mire , where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire help waste a sullen day , what may be won from the hard season gaining ? Time will run on smoother , till Favonius re - inspire the frozen earth , and ...
... fields are dank , and ways all mire , where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire help waste a sullen day , what may be won from the hard season gaining ? Time will run on smoother , till Favonius re - inspire the frozen earth , and ...
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... fields , where still doth sway the triple tyrant ; that from these may grow a hundredfold , who , having learned thy way , early may fly the Babylonian woe . J. MILTON 117 118 ON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Gr IVE pardon , blessed ...
... fields , where still doth sway the triple tyrant ; that from these may grow a hundredfold , who , having learned thy way , early may fly the Babylonian woe . J. MILTON 117 118 ON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Gr IVE pardon , blessed ...
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... fields , with ripening harvest prodigally fair , in brightest sunshine bask ; this nipping air , sent from some distant clime where Winter wields his icy scimitar , a foretaste yields of bitter change , and bids the flowers beware ; and ...
... fields , with ripening harvest prodigally fair , in brightest sunshine bask ; this nipping air , sent from some distant clime where Winter wields his icy scimitar , a foretaste yields of bitter change , and bids the flowers beware ; and ...
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... fields with gore . SWE SONG TO ECHO S. T. COLERIDGE WEET Echo , sweetest nymph , that livest unseen within thy airy shell , by slow Meander's margent green , and in the violet - embroidered vale where the love - lorn nightingale nightly ...
... fields with gore . SWE SONG TO ECHO S. T. COLERIDGE WEET Echo , sweetest nymph , that livest unseen within thy airy shell , by slow Meander's margent green , and in the violet - embroidered vale where the love - lorn nightingale nightly ...
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... field that Lucy's eyes surveyed . W. WORDSWORTH WHAT LOVE AND MUSIC HAT woke the buried sound that lay in Memnon's harp of yore ? what spirit on its viewless way along the Nile's green shore ? Oh ! not the night , and not the storm ...
... field that Lucy's eyes surveyed . W. WORDSWORTH WHAT LOVE AND MUSIC HAT woke the buried sound that lay in Memnon's harp of yore ? what spirit on its viewless way along the Nile's green shore ? Oh ! not the night , and not the storm ...
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Page 172 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 248 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Page 248 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Page 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 9 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 171 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Page 267 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 145 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Page 46 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.