Flosculi cheltonienses: a selection from the Cheltenham college prize poems, 1846-1866Rivingtons, 1868 - 455 Seiten |
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... fair renown ἡμεῖς τοι πατέρων μέγ ' αμείνονες εὐχόμεθ ̓ εἶναι . Hitherto we have been addressing ourselves chiefly to the present race of College boys , who are comparatively strangers to us , as well as to that portion of the public ...
... fair renown ἡμεῖς τοι πατέρων μέγ ' αμείνονες εὐχόμεθ ̓ εἶναι . Hitherto we have been addressing ourselves chiefly to the present race of College boys , who are comparatively strangers to us , as well as to that portion of the public ...
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... The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light steals home my heavy son , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out , ΔΕΣΠ . Μ . Ῥωμέων δὲ ποῦ ̓στίν ; ἆρα 18 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light steals home my heavy son , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out , ΔΕΣΠ . Μ . Ῥωμέων δὲ ποῦ ̓στίν ; ἆρα 18 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... fair day , For rest divine upon exalted couch , And slumber in the arms of melody , He paced away the pleasant hours of ease With stride colossal , on from hall to hall ; While far within each aisle and deep recess , His winged minions ...
... fair day , For rest divine upon exalted couch , And slumber in the arms of melody , He paced away the pleasant hours of ease With stride colossal , on from hall to hall ; While far within each aisle and deep recess , His winged minions ...
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... O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world , My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ' cure . SHAKSPERE . αὐλαῖσιν αὖθις προσμολοῦσά νιν τυχῶ οὐ γνωριῶ νιν , τοιγαροῦν 38 KING JOHN .
... O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world , My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ' cure . SHAKSPERE . αὐλαῖσιν αὖθις προσμολοῦσά νιν τυχῶ οὐ γνωριῶ νιν , τοιγαροῦν 38 KING JOHN .
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... fair face , ' Twere better by far I had died . She talk'd , and I bless'd her dear tongue ; When she smiled , it was pleasure too great ; I listen'd and cried when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe ...
... fair face , ' Twere better by far I had died . She talk'd , and I bless'd her dear tongue ; When she smiled , it was pleasure too great ; I listen'd and cried when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe ...
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LAT-FLOSCULI CHELTONIENSES A S C. S. (Charles Stanger) 1838-19 Jerram,Cheltenham College Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 310 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 92 - The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Seite 62 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Seite 216 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Seite 220 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 204 - Nature that tyrant checks ; he only knows, And helps, another creature's wants and woes. Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
Seite 178 - And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put forth their hands, and took the king, and wept. But she, that rose the tallest of them all And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, And loosed the...
Seite 122 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides, and tho...
Seite 88 - Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world : Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands, Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful son^ Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong. Like a tale of little meaning tho...
Seite 14 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least Divided empire with heav'n's King I hold By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign; As man ere long, and this new world shall know.