Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 1Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... fair the rural scene ! for thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent as strong ; pleased in refreshing dews to steep the little trembling flowers that peep thy shelving rocks among . TELL W. WORDSWORTH THE WORLD'S WANDERERS ' ELL me ...
... fair the rural scene ! for thou , O Clyde , hast ever been beneficent as strong ; pleased in refreshing dews to steep the little trembling flowers that peep thy shelving rocks among . TELL W. WORDSWORTH THE WORLD'S WANDERERS ' ELL me ...
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... FAIR SONG TO BRITANNIA ` AIREST isle , all isles excelling , seat of pleasures and of loves ; Venus here will choose her dwelling , and forsake her Cyprian groves . Cupid from his favourite nation care and envy will remove , jealousy ...
... FAIR SONG TO BRITANNIA ` AIREST isle , all isles excelling , seat of pleasures and of loves ; Venus here will choose her dwelling , and forsake her Cyprian groves . Cupid from his favourite nation care and envy will remove , jealousy ...
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... fair ; she cast not back a pitying eye : but left her lover in despair , to sigh , to languish , and to die : ah , how can those fair eyes endure to give the wounds they will not cure ! J. DRYDEN AH , THE FOLLY OF MAKING TROUBLES . H ...
... fair ; she cast not back a pitying eye : but left her lover in despair , to sigh , to languish , and to die : ah , how can those fair eyes endure to give the wounds they will not cure ! J. DRYDEN AH , THE FOLLY OF MAKING TROUBLES . H ...
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... fair is on the couch of anguish ? Every hope is fled , every fear is terror ; slumber even I dread , every dream is horror . Hear me , Pow'rs divine ! O , in pity hear me ! take aught else of mine , but my Chloris spare me ! LORD BYRON ...
... fair is on the couch of anguish ? Every hope is fled , every fear is terror ; slumber even I dread , every dream is horror . Hear me , Pow'rs divine ! O , in pity hear me ! take aught else of mine , but my Chloris spare me ! LORD BYRON ...
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... fair society obliterate the taint of sin . Thee , holy Love , I bid arise propitious to my votive lay ; shine thou upon our darken'd eyes , and lead us on the perfect way . GAIETY 83 I laughed and danced and talked and sung ; and fond ...
... fair society obliterate the taint of sin . Thee , holy Love , I bid arise propitious to my votive lay ; shine thou upon our darken'd eyes , and lead us on the perfect way . GAIETY 83 I laughed and danced and talked and sung ; and fond ...
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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.