Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Volume 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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... thee , God hath engrossed all justice in his hands , and there is none but what comes from him . DEATH'S SUMMONS T. KYD O , I am Death ; with aim as sure as steady , I call thee I require thee , man ! be ready ! why build upon this ...
... thee , God hath engrossed all justice in his hands , and there is none but what comes from him . DEATH'S SUMMONS T. KYD O , I am Death ; with aim as sure as steady , I call thee I require thee , man ! be ready ! why build upon this ...
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... thee from among my enemies , loved thee , as too well thou knewest , too well ; unbosomed all my secrets to thee , not out of levity , but overpowered by thy request , who could deny thee nothing ; yet now am judged an enemy . Why then ...
... thee from among my enemies , loved thee , as too well thou knewest , too well ; unbosomed all my secrets to thee , not out of levity , but overpowered by thy request , who could deny thee nothing ; yet now am judged an enemy . Why then ...
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... thee go , and act the mock - magnanimous with thee ? Thy father is become a villain to me ; I hold thee for his son , and nothing more : nor to no purpose shalt thou have been given into my power . Think not , that I will honour that ...
... thee go , and act the mock - magnanimous with thee ? Thy father is become a villain to me ; I hold thee for his son , and nothing more : nor to no purpose shalt thou have been given into my power . Think not , that I will honour that ...
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... thee oft , and mind thou me . Firm we subsist , yet possible to swerve , since reason not impossibly may meet some specious object by the foe suborned , and fall into deception unaware , not keeping strictest watch , as she was warned ...
... thee oft , and mind thou me . Firm we subsist , yet possible to swerve , since reason not impossibly may meet some specious object by the foe suborned , and fall into deception unaware , not keeping strictest watch , as she was warned ...
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... thee more ! wouldst thou have honour and obedience , who art a torturer ? Father , never dream , though thou mayst overbear this company , but ill must come of ill . - Frown not on me ! haste , hide thyself , lest with avenging looks my ...
... thee more ! wouldst thou have honour and obedience , who art a torturer ? Father , never dream , though thou mayst overbear this company , but ill must come of ill . - Frown not on me ! haste , hide thyself , lest with avenging looks my ...
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Page 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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.
Page 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Page 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Page 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Page 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.