Horae Tennysonianae: sive, Eclogae e Tennysono : latine redditaeMacmillan, 1870 - 139 Seiten |
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... true and tender is the North . O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And chirp and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her ...
... true and tender is the North . O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And chirp and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her ...
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... fas didicit nefasque . Quin , quod beatum forsitan audiat , Immune amoris pectus abominor , Torpore dum marcet situque ; Odi animum insipienter aequum . I hold it true , whate'er befall ; I feel 7 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 97 XXIX. ...
... fas didicit nefasque . Quin , quod beatum forsitan audiat , Immune amoris pectus abominor , Torpore dum marcet situque ; Odi animum insipienter aequum . I hold it true , whate'er befall ; I feel 7 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 97 XXIX. ...
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... true , whate'er befall ; I feel it , when I sorrow most ; ' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . In Memoriam , XXVII . Fortuna quicquid saeviet ; hoc mea , Hoc mente fixum 886 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 98.
... true , whate'er befall ; I feel it , when I sorrow most ; ' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . In Memoriam , XXVII . Fortuna quicquid saeviet ; hoc mea , Hoc mente fixum 886 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 98.
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... true to dream untruth in thee , Made my tears burn - is also past , in part . And all is past , the sin is sinned , and I , Lo ! I forgive thee , as Eternal God Forgives ; do thou for thine own soul the rest . But how to take last leave ...
... true to dream untruth in thee , Made my tears burn - is also past , in part . And all is past , the sin is sinned , and I , Lo ! I forgive thee , as Eternal God Forgives ; do thou for thine own soul the rest . But how to take last leave ...
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... And make me tremble lest a saying learnt , In days far off , on that dark earth , be true ? ' The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts . ' Tithonus . Paullatim ardescunt radio , dum caeca recedant Sidera , et 134 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE .
... And make me tremble lest a saying learnt , In days far off , on that dark earth , be true ? ' The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts . ' Tithonus . Paullatim ardescunt radio , dum caeca recedant Sidera , et 134 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE .
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Seite 62 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Seite 18 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
Seite 24 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whispered speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Seite 4 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; 142 The Epic 143 " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
Seite 22 - We will return no more" ; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.
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Seite 74 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
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Seite 20 - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountaintops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
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