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... Ejus Digna mortalis scit honore fari ? Summa majestas Dominum , perennis Gloria cingit . Luce vestiris , Deus : ante vultum Tendis immensi cava templa cœli ; Et trabes ipsas penetralium sus- pendis in undâ . E 4. He maketh his angels ...
... Ejus Digna mortalis scit honore fari ? Summa majestas Dominum , perennis Gloria cingit . Luce vestiris , Deus : ante vultum Tendis immensi cava templa cœli ; Et trabes ipsas penetralium sus- pendis in undâ . E 4. He maketh his angels ...
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... Ejus aspectu tremit icta tellus ; Culmina tangat Montium , fumant . Ego nomen altum Usque , dum vivam , Domini sonabo ; Concinam lætus ; Dominoque nostra Verba placebunt . At scelestorum male gens peribit , Finis in terris erit impiorum ...
... Ejus aspectu tremit icta tellus ; Culmina tangat Montium , fumant . Ego nomen altum Usque , dum vivam , Domini sonabo ; Concinam lætus ; Dominoque nostra Verba placebunt . At scelestorum male gens peribit , Finis in terris erit impiorum ...
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... Ejus curias intrate ; Nomen ejus collaudate ; Redditote gratias . Namque Deus laude dignus , Semper clemens et benignus , Serus vindex peccatorum ; Inque sæcla sæculorum Durat ejus veritas . FROM THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . How use ...
... Ejus curias intrate ; Nomen ejus collaudate ; Redditote gratias . Namque Deus laude dignus , Semper clemens et benignus , Serus vindex peccatorum ; Inque sæcla sæculorum Durat ejus veritas . FROM THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . How use ...
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... Ejus nam neque dia lux ocello Ostendit radium , neque ejus auri Ullam reddit imaginem loquela : But for a daughter's love , the same sad gloom 121 AD CECILIAM. ...
... Ejus nam neque dia lux ocello Ostendit radium , neque ejus auri Ullam reddit imaginem loquela : But for a daughter's love , the same sad gloom 121 AD CECILIAM. ...
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... Ejus enim non est imitabile fulgur ocelli : Ne tua præstringat lumina luce , cave . Cætera cum possis , hoc ars tibi deerit ad unum : Tentandum tamen est ; incipe pictor opus . Fors erit , ut dulcem capiant tibi corda furorem , Et quasi ...
... Ejus enim non est imitabile fulgur ocelli : Ne tua præstringat lumina luce , cave . Cætera cum possis , hoc ars tibi deerit ad unum : Tentandum tamen est ; incipe pictor opus . Fors erit , ut dulcem capiant tibi corda furorem , Et quasi ...
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Page 70 - Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth intomb, When living light should kiss it ? Old M. 'Tis unnatural, E'en like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last A falcon,
Page 62 - marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still: And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Page 32 - from the stroke of Cesar's fate Amid the crowd of patriots ; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, And bade the father of his country hail; For lo! the tyrant prostrate in the dust, And Eome again is free.
Page 70 - like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Page 76 - III. Have Ia tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought; And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath, Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised ? Who