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The Hospice of Saint Bernard . . . . . . . . . . . Alms . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . By the Waters of Babylon . . . . . . . . . . . . Home . . . . . . . . . . . . . To
Death Epitaph . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thy Will be done . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The
fear ...
The Hospice of Saint Bernard . . . . . . . . . . . Alms . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . By the Waters of Babylon . . . . . . . . . . . . Home . . . . . . . . . . . . . To
Death Epitaph . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thy Will be done . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The
fear ...
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GLENDOWER . The heavens were all on fire , the earth did tremble . HOTSPUR .
0 , then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire , And not in fear of your nativity
. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions : oft the teeming ...
GLENDOWER . The heavens were all on fire , the earth did tremble . HOTSPUR .
0 , then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire , And not in fear of your nativity
. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions : oft the teeming ...
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Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not ,
Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother
whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee — and One ...
Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not ,
Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother
whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee — and One ...
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It is to gaze upon her eyes With eager joy and fond surprize , Yet temper ' d with
such chaste and awful fear , As wretches feel who wait their doom ; Nor must one
ruder thought presume , Though but in whispers breathed , to meet her ear .
It is to gaze upon her eyes With eager joy and fond surprize , Yet temper ' d with
such chaste and awful fear , As wretches feel who wait their doom ; Nor must one
ruder thought presume , Though but in whispers breathed , to meet her ear .
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age , ache , penury , and
imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death .
Shakspeare . Nothing can come of nothing . THERE was an old woman called “
Nothing - at ...
The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age , ache , penury , and
imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death .
Shakspeare . Nothing can come of nothing . THERE was an old woman called “
Nothing - at ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Amor atque beneath Bermuda bright Colton comes cura dead Death Deus dream earth erat eyes face fair fear fire flowers friends Gammer Gurton give gone grave green grow Hæc hand head hear heart heaven hill hora hour illa inter Ipsa ipse Lady land lass light live look Mary mihi Milton modo mother neque never night o'er oculis omne omnia pass pede puer quæ quam Queen quid Quin quis quod rest round sæpe shade sigh sine sing smile soul sound Spirit sunt super sweet Tennyson Terra thee thine thou thought tibi tree turn umbra vale voice winds δε εν ου τε
Pasajes populares
Página 114 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 72 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 62 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 52 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Página 312 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 270 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 142 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell...
Página 270 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Página 280 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Página 18 - DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitiet} and alone.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Arundines Cami; sive, Musarum Cantabrigiensium lusus canori, collegit atque ed. H. Drury |
| Autor | Cam river |
| Editor | Henry Drury |
| Compilado por | Henry Drury |
| Editor | J.W. Parker & Son, 1851 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 21 Jun. 2007 |
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