Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 sidor |
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... earth Wheels her pale course ; they , on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . Milton . XXVI . Ac veluti , quum Solis equos accepit anhelos 46 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... earth Wheels her pale course ; they , on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . Milton . XXVI . Ac veluti , quum Solis equos accepit anhelos 46 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
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William Linwood. XXVI . Ac veluti , quum Solis equos accepit anhelos Taurus , apesque novo jam prima examina vere Emisere favis , pendentia more racemi : Illæ inter flores et prata recentia rore Huc illuc volitant , tabulis aut levibus ...
William Linwood. XXVI . Ac veluti , quum Solis equos accepit anhelos Taurus , apesque novo jam prima examina vere Emisere favis , pendentia more racemi : Illæ inter flores et prata recentia rore Huc illuc volitant , tabulis aut levibus ...
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... Quum moesta occiduo mulcet ab axe jubar ? J. G. I .. XLII . ΕΡΩΣ . ΠΑ ποκά μοι γεννατὸς Ἔρως , πόθεν ἔρχεται πότ ̓ ἄμμε ; ἐκ τεῦ δ ̓ ἔβλαστε , κρατὸς αἴτε καρδίας ; πόθεν τεκνωθείς , πῶς τραφεὶς πεφύκη ; Τῆνος ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖσιν , ἐμὶν ...
... Quum moesta occiduo mulcet ab axe jubar ? J. G. I .. XLII . ΕΡΩΣ . ΠΑ ποκά μοι γεννατὸς Ἔρως , πόθεν ἔρχεται πότ ̓ ἄμμε ; ἐκ τεῦ δ ̓ ἔβλαστε , κρατὸς αἴτε καρδίας ; πόθεν τεκνωθείς , πῶς τραφεὶς πεφύκη ; Τῆνος ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖσιν , ἐμὶν ...
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... quum nocte teguntur , et albet Quæ videt Eoum longa fenestra polum ; Quum vaga per mediæ fastigia diruta turris Lux gelida incerto desuper imbre cadit ; Quum vasta alternis exstant fulcimina formis , Hæc ebenum referunt , ista videntur ...
... quum nocte teguntur , et albet Quæ videt Eoum longa fenestra polum ; Quum vaga per mediæ fastigia diruta turris Lux gelida incerto desuper imbre cadit ; Quum vasta alternis exstant fulcimina formis , Hæc ebenum referunt , ista videntur ...
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... , when your mawes are with those weeds cor- rupted , Be ye the pray of wolves ; ne will I rew That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted . LXV . Daphne . FORTUNATUS ego , quum me præsente 110 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... , when your mawes are with those weeds cor- rupted , Be ye the pray of wolves ; ne will I rew That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted . LXV . Daphne . FORTUNATUS ego , quum me præsente 110 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
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Sida 44 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Sida 96 - 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 46 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sida 32 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Sida 128 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage...
Sida 48 - 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 164 - 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 64 - 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 52 - Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Sida 72 - 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...