Versiculi, a Latin elegiac verse bookRivingtons, 1885 - 94 էջ |
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... rose . These places . With fountains . Thou singest . Lo ! he remains . The boy goes . Night returns . He who comes . Who comes ? Woe to thee ! 11 Boughs . They sing . For us . Thou mournest . Suns . Of Phoebus . With song . Thou givest ...
... rose . These places . With fountains . Thou singest . Lo ! he remains . The boy goes . Night returns . He who comes . Who comes ? Woe to thee ! 11 Boughs . They sing . For us . Thou mournest . Suns . Of Phoebus . With song . Thou givest ...
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... rose is gathered , and there are flowers unnamed : She herself gathers delicate crocuses and white lilies . In her zeal for gathering by degrees she goes too far , And by chance no companion followed the lady . Her uncle sees her , and ...
... rose is gathered , and there are flowers unnamed : She herself gathers delicate crocuses and white lilies . In her zeal for gathering by degrees she goes too far , And by chance no companion followed the lady . Her uncle sees her , and ...
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... roses , " multae ( plurimae ) rosae , or multa ( plurima ) rosa , as we say , " many a rose . " ( 6 9. " Like " ( adj . ) may be rendered by the verb imitari : as , apples like roses , " mala imitata rosas . ( See also 22. ) 10 ...
... roses , " multae ( plurimae ) rosae , or multa ( plurima ) rosa , as we say , " many a rose . " ( 6 9. " Like " ( adj . ) may be rendered by the verb imitari : as , apples like roses , " mala imitata rosas . ( See also 22. ) 10 ...
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... roses bright are fringing flowery meads ; Now lilies waft their scent athwart the grass : Venus herself the rapid dances leads . All things are glad : let us , my friends , be glad ! For the spring day is free from all that's sad . 5 ...
... roses bright are fringing flowery meads ; Now lilies waft their scent athwart the grass : Venus herself the rapid dances leads . All things are glad : let us , my friends , be glad ! For the spring day is free from all that's sad . 5 ...
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... roses white and roses red : To me then sweetest smiles the flowery vale , When the spring primrose lifts its yellow head . A present pleasure lilies bring and roses ; In the spring blossom future hope reposes . 1. Conf . Hor . Od . i ...
... roses white and roses red : To me then sweetest smiles the flowery vale , When the spring primrose lifts its yellow head . A present pleasure lilies bring and roses ; In the spring blossom future hope reposes . 1. Conf . Hor . Od . i ...
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adjective Aeolus aequor almus aquae autumn beauty BECCLES Bedford School beneath birds blows Book boughs boys breeze bright căpere Ceres clouds Conf conj couplet Distribute the sense domus doth English EXERCISE fidus flowers FRANCIS STORR G. L. BENNETT gemere gerundive glad goddess green hail hast hath haud heaven Henna Hexameter hill Hushed illa laetus lark Latin leaves leniter licet mihi moan modo morn mūnus murmur Muse night nought nullus Number o'er Ovid peace Pentameter Persephone Phoebus plur praebere Prose quae quam quis quotquot R. W. TAYLOR recreare rejoice rill roar rose sentence shine showers sine sing smiles song spring summer sunny sweet syllables tectum tegmen tender thee things thou TIBULLUS trans trees Tunc unda unseen verb VERGIL verse Virg warbling Waterloo Place waters waves wild wilt WINCHESTER COLLEGE wind wings winter wonted words zephyr
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Էջ 65 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Էջ 66 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Էջ 67 - ON Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass, — A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good- will; I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Էջ 72 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Էջ 69 - THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale.
Էջ 57 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Էջ 62 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Էջ 57 - Nipt by the year, the forest fades; And, shaking to the wind, The leaves toss to and fro, and streak The wilderness behind. The winter past, reviving flowers Anew shall paint the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again: But man departs this earthly scene, Ah!
Էջ 61 - As bursts the morn on night's unfathomed gloom, Lured his dim eye to deathless hopes sublime, Beyond the realms of Nature and of Time !
Էջ 64 - Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May ! thy radiant form unfold ; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow, For thee descends the sunny shower ; The rills in softer murmurs flow, And brighter blossoms gem the bower. Light Graces...