Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 páginas |
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... morte , E me sottrasse alli mondani inganni . Se lieta io goda ne i beati scanni , Ti giuro che ' l morir non mi fù forte : Se non pensando alla tua cruda sorte , E che sol ti lasciarà in tanti affanni . Ma la virtù che ' n te dal ciel ...
... morte , E me sottrasse alli mondani inganni . Se lieta io goda ne i beati scanni , Ti giuro che ' l morir non mi fù forte : Se non pensando alla tua cruda sorte , E che sol ti lasciarà in tanti affanni . Ma la virtù che ' n te dal ciel ...
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... præbent dona ultima lactis Materni , vita deficiente , sinus ! Sume , miser ! tua te non ipsa in morte relinquit , Sed vivum exanimo pectore mater alit . G. XVIII . El était là . AUTREFOIS tout dans la ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 31.
... præbent dona ultima lactis Materni , vita deficiente , sinus ! Sume , miser ! tua te non ipsa in morte relinquit , Sed vivum exanimo pectore mater alit . G. XVIII . El était là . AUTREFOIS tout dans la ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 31.
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William Linwood. XXXV . En Tumulum Fidelis Nænia . QUA tua nunc gelida pallentia morte , Fidelis , Pulcra sub herboso cespite membra jacent , Ruricolæque simul pueri teneræque puellæ Serta dabunt memori sæpe ferenda manu . Flos inerit ...
William Linwood. XXXV . En Tumulum Fidelis Nænia . QUA tua nunc gelida pallentia morte , Fidelis , Pulcra sub herboso cespite membra jacent , Ruricolæque simul pueri teneræque puellæ Serta dabunt memori sæpe ferenda manu . Flos inerit ...
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... morte ! Ch ' or quì dall ' Alpi io non vedrei torrenti Scender d'armati , e del tuo sangue tinta Bever l'onda del Pò Gallici armenti ! Ni ti vedrei , del non tuo ferro cinta , Pugnar col braccio di straniere genti , Per servir sempre ...
... morte ! Ch ' or quì dall ' Alpi io non vedrei torrenti Scender d'armati , e del tuo sangue tinta Bever l'onda del Pò Gallici armenti ! Ni ti vedrei , del non tuo ferro cinta , Pugnar col braccio di straniere genti , Per servir sempre ...
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... morte secutus Infami poteris vertere terga fugæ . Dum loquor at forsan cupidis effusus in ulnis , Noxia damnosæ pellicis ora foves . Quid facis , Antoni ? scelerati lampade amoris Funereum accendis nescius ipse rogum . Scilicet amplexu ...
... morte secutus Infami poteris vertere terga fugæ . Dum loquor at forsan cupidis effusus in ulnis , Noxia damnosæ pellicis ora foves . Quid facis , Antoni ? scelerati lampade amoris Funereum accendis nescius ipse rogum . Scilicet amplexu ...
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Página 42 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 144 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 94 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 102 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Página 156 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 46 - As bees In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs: so thick the aery crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Página 162 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 62 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Página 100 - The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 70 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...