Versiculi, a Latin elegiac verse bookRivingtons, 1885 - 94 էջ |
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... tender arms ? I see in sleep a shattered ship , believe me . The face was worthy that Achilles should die for it . Oh that the times of terrible winter were doubled ! The sailor tells of gales , the ploughman of hills . Thou alone ...
... tender arms ? I see in sleep a shattered ship , believe me . The face was worthy that Achilles should die for it . Oh that the times of terrible winter were doubled ! The sailor tells of gales , the ploughman of hills . Thou alone ...
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... tender blade . The wood adorned with clothing gay is seen , And meadows spangled with the flowers ' sheen . Nature calls forth her colours from the ground : But still by some vague sorrow I am bound . 1. Losses , dispendia . 2. Sprout ...
... tender blade . The wood adorned with clothing gay is seen , And meadows spangled with the flowers ' sheen . Nature calls forth her colours from the ground : But still by some vague sorrow I am bound . 1. Losses , dispendia . 2. Sprout ...
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... tender youth and tender maid , Love whispers vows beneath the shade ! 1. Time of flowers , florifer annus . 5. When , quo ( tempore ) . 4. Wild , silvestris , or sine arte . 66 XIX . Apis ma [ tu ] tinae More modoque . ” So from a ...
... tender youth and tender maid , Love whispers vows beneath the shade ! 1. Time of flowers , florifer annus . 5. When , quo ( tempore ) . 4. Wild , silvestris , or sine arte . 66 XIX . Apis ma [ tu ] tinae More modoque . ” So from a ...
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... tender leaves the head . May - day is here ! profane ones , hence away ! Venus herself her dance is seen to lead . The village choose as queen a maiden fair , And worship her almost a goddess there . 3. Conf . Virg . Aen . vi . 258 ...
... tender leaves the head . May - day is here ! profane ones , hence away ! Venus herself her dance is seen to lead . The village choose as queen a maiden fair , And worship her almost a goddess there . 3. Conf . Virg . Aen . vi . 258 ...
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... tender arches O'er all the little rills . The minstrel bird of evening Comes back on joyous wings , And , like the harp's soft murmur , Is heard the gush of springs . The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love , The ivy ...
... tender arches O'er all the little rills . The minstrel bird of evening Comes back on joyous wings , And , like the harp's soft murmur , Is heard the gush of springs . The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love , The ivy ...
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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...