Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volumen2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... hear none . Extreme joy hides itself in tears . 20 Time is the nurse and breeder of all good . A friend should bear a friend's infirmities . We rarely like the virtues we have not . Cowards father cowards and base things sire base ...
... hear none . Extreme joy hides itself in tears . 20 Time is the nurse and breeder of all good . A friend should bear a friend's infirmities . We rarely like the virtues we have not . Cowards father cowards and base things sire base ...
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... sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords . Honesty has its looks , not words , for gage . Short time seems long in ... hear the sins they love to act . Want teaches man remembrance what man is . The good are fittest that the heaven ...
... sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords . Honesty has its looks , not words , for gage . Short time seems long in ... hear the sins they love to act . Want teaches man remembrance what man is . The good are fittest that the heaven ...
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... hear the worst from men when they do well . WHO LAWS HO violates the customs , hurts the health not of one man , but all the commonwealth . MORE POTENT , LESS PECCANT HE may sins least leave to E that may sin , sins least : leave to ...
... hear the worst from men when they do well . WHO LAWS HO violates the customs , hurts the health not of one man , but all the commonwealth . MORE POTENT , LESS PECCANT HE may sins least leave to E that may sin , sins least : leave to ...
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... hear it cry ; but were we burdened with like weight of pain , as much or more we should ourselves complain . THE SAME IS all men's office to speak patience ' TIS to those who wring under the load of sorrow ; but no man's virtue nor ...
... hear it cry ; but were we burdened with like weight of pain , as much or more we should ourselves complain . THE SAME IS all men's office to speak patience ' TIS to those who wring under the load of sorrow ; but no man's virtue nor ...
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Hubert Ashton Holden. 301 JOY OF PYLADES ON HEARING HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE H , sweetest voice ! Oh blessed familiar sound OH of mother - words heard in the stranger's land ! I see the blue hills of my native shore , the far blue hills again ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. 301 JOY OF PYLADES ON HEARING HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE H , sweetest voice ! Oh blessed familiar sound OH of mother - words heard in the stranger's land ! I see the blue hills of my native shore , the far blue hills again ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.