Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 sidor |
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Sida 3
... , fallitque dolorem Emula cum facili vox tua juncta manu . Hæc mihi non Orcus rapiet : cœloque superstes Restat adhuc citharæ gratia , restat amor . B. II . Boadicea . WHEN the British warrior - queen D 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 3 I. ...
... , fallitque dolorem Emula cum facili vox tua juncta manu . Hæc mihi non Orcus rapiet : cœloque superstes Restat adhuc citharæ gratia , restat amor . B. II . Boadicea . WHEN the British warrior - queen D 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 3 I. ...
Sida 11
... , laudumque cupido , Fidus amor , fidæ gaudia amicitiæ : His itaque ut brevibus fruere , æternam esse memento , Quæ post has tenebras est oritura dies . G. VI . Blanche of Deban's Song . THEY bid me ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 11.
... , laudumque cupido , Fidus amor , fidæ gaudia amicitiæ : His itaque ut brevibus fruere , æternam esse memento , Quæ post has tenebras est oritura dies . G. VI . Blanche of Deban's Song . THEY bid me ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 11.
Sida 15
... amor . Hortis , rure , domo , quocunque incedat , Ianthes Ora videt solum , sola venusta , puer . Nec nemorum , assidua pueri præ voce , puellæ Murmur , ab occulto nec placet amne melos . Unius ipsa chelys nomen scit reddere , telam ...
... amor . Hortis , rure , domo , quocunque incedat , Ianthes Ora videt solum , sola venusta , puer . Nec nemorum , assidua pueri præ voce , puellæ Murmur , ab occulto nec placet amne melos . Unius ipsa chelys nomen scit reddere , telam ...
Sida 17
... amor ; Me tamen immemorem fugit , tibi luce fruenti Dum comes hærebam , te quoque posse mori : Non subiit , properare suam contingere metam Candida neglecto tempora lapsa gradu ; Et fore , quo non te spectarem ego , Lydia , nec tu Suave ...
... amor ; Me tamen immemorem fugit , tibi luce fruenti Dum comes hærebam , te quoque posse mori : Non subiit , properare suam contingere metam Candida neglecto tempora lapsa gradu ; Et fore , quo non te spectarem ego , Lydia , nec tu Suave ...
Sida 23
... amor ! Namque aliæ quamvis oculos tenuere puellæ , Tu tamen arcanus pectoris ardor eras . Non secus , externa morens vagus exul in ora , Hospita quem regio quæque miserta fovet , Heu ! patriam , patriam desiderat ! —illa carenti Sola ...
... amor ! Namque aliæ quamvis oculos tenuere puellæ , Tu tamen arcanus pectoris ardor eras . Non secus , externa morens vagus exul in ora , Hospita quem regio quæque miserta fovet , Heu ! patriam , patriam desiderat ! —illa carenti Sola ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...