Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... things sire base . Seek not for danger where there is no profit . Great griefs medicine the less . 25 Some falls are means the happier to rise . Safer to fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are ...
... things sire base . Seek not for danger where there is no profit . Great griefs medicine the less . 25 Some falls are means the happier to rise . Safer to fear too far than trust too far . Stony limits cannot hold love out . Dreams are ...
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... things make base men proud . Women are soft , mild , pitiful and flexible . 40 To weep is to make less the depth of sorrow . Things ill - got had ever bad success . The heavens are just and time suppresseth wrong . Love looks not with ...
... things make base men proud . Women are soft , mild , pitiful and flexible . 40 To weep is to make less the depth of sorrow . Things ill - got had ever bad success . The heavens are just and time suppresseth wrong . Love looks not with ...
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... things fair on earth is virtue . It is no mean happiness to be stated in the mean . Time is the old justice that examines all offenders . Some are good at anything and yet fools . 80 Mirth bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . The ...
... things fair on earth is virtue . It is no mean happiness to be stated in the mean . Time is the old justice that examines all offenders . Some are good at anything and yet fools . 80 Mirth bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . The ...
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... THINGS base and and dignity ' TIS THE WORLD'S A STAGE IS fit we hold the world but as the world , a stage where every man must play his part . IMMODERATE WEALTH , HOW POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve ...
... THINGS base and and dignity ' TIS THE WORLD'S A STAGE IS fit we hold the world but as the world , a stage where every man must play his part . IMMODERATE WEALTH , HOW POOR HEY are sick that surfeit with too much THE as they that starve ...
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... THINGS - LITTLE VALUED FOR ` OR easie things that may be got at will most sorts of men do set but little store . E. SPENSER 178 SHIPWRECK HE E who has suffered shipwreck , fears to sail upon the seas , though with a gentle gale ...
... THINGS - LITTLE VALUED FOR ` OR easie things that may be got at will most sorts of men do set but little store . E. SPENSER 178 SHIPWRECK HE E who has suffered shipwreck , fears to sail upon the seas , though with a gentle gale ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.