Sabrinae corolla in hortulis Regiae scholae salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Benjamin Hall Kennedy, James Riddell, George William Clark G. Bell and Sons, 1890 - 473 páginas |
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... hinc inde disponens ad oras cinnama cum redolente murra . к . Moritura super crudeli funere . AXUM sternite lugubrem , huc vos in tumulo sternite , virgines , et glaucum salicis decus , intactaque mori dicite me fide . tu fallax fueris ...
... hinc inde disponens ad oras cinnama cum redolente murra . к . Moritura super crudeli funere . AXUM sternite lugubrem , huc vos in tumulo sternite , virgines , et glaucum salicis decus , intactaque mori dicite me fide . tu fallax fueris ...
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... hinc pausam damus ; hoc perpenso , denique cunctis pergimus aerumnis affectum porro agere aevum . quis ludibria enim atque aetatis verbera ferret , quisve superborum fastidia vimve potentum iustitiaeve moras , quis spreti vulnus amoris ...
... hinc pausam damus ; hoc perpenso , denique cunctis pergimus aerumnis affectum porro agere aevum . quis ludibria enim atque aetatis verbera ferret , quisve superborum fastidia vimve potentum iustitiaeve moras , quis spreti vulnus amoris ...
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... hinc illecebris lumina plena feres ? parce mihi nudas veneres ostendere ; fraude non mens est tali conciliandus amor . mens lenocinium mendacis respuit ostri , et periuratos in mea damna deos . illa puella placet , vultu quae denegat ...
... hinc illecebris lumina plena feres ? parce mihi nudas veneres ostendere ; fraude non mens est tali conciliandus amor . mens lenocinium mendacis respuit ostri , et periuratos in mea damna deos . illa puella placet , vultu quae denegat ...
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... hinc , mea Phylli , venit , si vis mihi credere , nostra pectora sinceri quidquid amoris habent . nobis scire nefas , nec iam , mea vita , rogemus , qui mihi temptarit , qui tibi pectus amor : quem modo fallaci tu spe lactaris amantem ...
... hinc , mea Phylli , venit , si vis mihi credere , nostra pectora sinceri quidquid amoris habent . nobis scire nefas , nec iam , mea vita , rogemus , qui mihi temptarit , qui tibi pectus amor : quem modo fallaci tu spe lactaris amantem ...
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... hinc procul sibi turba placens iuvenum . sintque procul qui flent et qui suspiria proflant , formaeque securae nimis quos miser angit amor . laetus amat risus hilares ludosque Cupido , nec cogit invitos suis subdere terga flagris . me ...
... hinc procul sibi turba placens iuvenum . sintque procul qui flent et qui suspiria proflant , formaeque securae nimis quos miser angit amor . laetus amat risus hilares ludosque Cupido , nec cogit invitos suis subdere terga flagris . me ...
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Página 197 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 264 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 92 - The ascending pile Stood fixed her stately highth; and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide Within, her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
Página 456 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 460 - Vouchsafe, O Lord : to keep us this day without sin. O Lord, have mercy upon us : have mercy upon us. O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us : as our trust is in thee. O Lord, in thee have I trusted : let me never be confounded.
Página 197 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend.
Página 116 - He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Página 110 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. 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...
Página 104 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest...
Página 76 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.