Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 sidor |
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Sida 13
... fraus impia dextræ Sanguine quæ risus mersit adorta breves . Heu ! cito blanditi fugientia somnia visi ! Heu ! vigiles fletus , et mala vera nimis ! B. VII . Isabel and Lorenzo . FAIR Isabel , poor ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 13.
... fraus impia dextræ Sanguine quæ risus mersit adorta breves . Heu ! cito blanditi fugientia somnia visi ! Heu ! vigiles fletus , et mala vera nimis ! B. VII . Isabel and Lorenzo . FAIR Isabel , poor ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 13.
Sida 14
William Linwood. VII . Isabel and Lorenzo . FAIR Isabel , poor simple Isabel ! Lorenzo , a young palmer in Love's eye ! They could not in the selfsame mansion dwell Without some stir of heart , some malady ; They could not sit at meals ...
William Linwood. VII . Isabel and Lorenzo . FAIR Isabel , poor simple Isabel ! Lorenzo , a young palmer in Love's eye ! They could not in the selfsame mansion dwell Without some stir of heart , some malady ; They could not sit at meals ...
Sida 22
... fair to fair , Still gentler usage find . But oh ! how faint is every joy , Where nature has no part ! New beauties may my eyes employ , But you engage my heart . So restless exiles , doomed to roam , Meet pity everywhere ; Yet languish ...
... fair to fair , Still gentler usage find . But oh ! how faint is every joy , Where nature has no part ! New beauties may my eyes employ , But you engage my heart . So restless exiles , doomed to roam , Meet pity everywhere ; Yet languish ...
Sida 30
... Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; And she is in her grave , and oh ! The difference to me ! Wordsworth . XVII . Ex Anthologia . ΕΛΚΕ , τάλαν , παρὰ ...
... Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; And she is in her grave , and oh ! The difference to me ! Wordsworth . XVII . Ex Anthologia . ΕΛΚΕ , τάλαν , παρὰ ...
Sida 42
... fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O , prepare it ; My part of death , no one so true On Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower sweet , my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend , not a friend greet ...
... fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O , prepare it ; My part of death , no one so true On Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower sweet , my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend , not a friend greet ...
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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...