Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 Seiten |
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... Lord ! why do you keep alone Hither came at noon Mournful none . Die Sonne tönt nach alter Weise . O unexpected stroke , worse than of death Nimble mischance , that art so light of foot Child , if a man serve law through all his life ...
... Lord ! why do you keep alone Hither came at noon Mournful none . Die Sonne tönt nach alter Weise . O unexpected stroke , worse than of death Nimble mischance , that art so light of foot Child , if a man serve law through all his life ...
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... lord ? why do you keep alone . In these deep solitudes and awful cells You have bestowed on me a second life If it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well O worship the king , all glorious above . Whither away so fast ...
... lord ? why do you keep alone . In these deep solitudes and awful cells You have bestowed on me a second life If it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well O worship the king , all glorious above . Whither away so fast ...
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... lord Push off the boat . Thee Winter in the garland wears Stay now thy hand Moral improvement Oh , the praties they are small Now all these charms , that beauteous grace In Beauty or Wit PAGE HERRICK 268 BURNS 270 DONNE 272 LYRA ANGL ...
... lord Push off the boat . Thee Winter in the garland wears Stay now thy hand Moral improvement Oh , the praties they are small Now all these charms , that beauteous grace In Beauty or Wit PAGE HERRICK 268 BURNS 270 DONNE 272 LYRA ANGL ...
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... lord - - - Push off the boat . Thee Winter in the garland wears Stay now thy hand Moral improvement Oh, the praties they are small - - Now all these charms, that beauteous grace . In Beauty or Wit passe HERRICK 268 BURNS 270 DoNNE 272 ...
... lord - - - Push off the boat . Thee Winter in the garland wears Stay now thy hand Moral improvement Oh, the praties they are small - - Now all these charms, that beauteous grace . In Beauty or Wit passe HERRICK 268 BURNS 270 DoNNE 272 ...
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... Lord ! why do you keep alone , Of sorriest fancies your companions making , M. Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy Should be without regard ; what's done is done . We ...
... Lord ! why do you keep alone , Of sorriest fancies your companions making , M. Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy Should be without regard ; what's done is done . We ...
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Seite 182 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Seite 426 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 84 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Seite 94 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices.
Seite 202 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Seite 498 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Seite 504 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Seite 46 - And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.
Seite 250 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; To see those joys the sons of pleasure know Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.
Seite 390 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, Eight up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.