Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendis, Página 68 |
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Dicta fabula est . Venit amans veri : docuit praeclara : docentem Sprevere cives
sordidi : Sic labor effluxit vanus . Nunc illius implet Natura crassior locum . Bellum
Papale A . D . MDCCCL . Cum Sapiente Pius nostras iuravit in aras , Impius heu
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Dicta fabula est . Venit amans veri : docuit praeclara : docentem Sprevere cives
sordidi : Sic labor effluxit vanus . Nunc illius implet Natura crassior locum . Bellum
Papale A . D . MDCCCL . Cum Sapiente Pius nostras iuravit in aras , Impius heu
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... Huic ego non prorsus credulus ante fui : Nunc non inficior qvod res mihi nota
probavit : En sibi qvi victum non nisi ventre parit . Ι . Ρ . Ulysses . It little profits that
an idle king , SABRINAE COROLLA .
... Huic ego non prorsus credulus ante fui : Nunc non inficior qvod res mihi nota
probavit : En sibi qvi victum non nisi ventre parit . Ι . Ρ . Ulysses . It little profits that
an idle king , SABRINAE COROLLA .
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Non ita pridem Visa fuit medium solis amare iubar Purpureo ridens fastu : nunc
lumina claudit Tristia , nec dulcem spectat , ut ante , diem . Adstabat monitumqve
vigil perspexit Amyntas ; Protinus agrestes convocat ipse manus . Audin , iamiam
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Non ita pridem Visa fuit medium solis amare iubar Purpureo ridens fastu : nunc
lumina claudit Tristia , nec dulcem spectat , ut ante , diem . Adstabat monitumqve
vigil perspexit Amyntas ; Protinus agrestes convocat ipse manus . Audin , iamiam
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... o ' er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment ,
With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action .
SHAKSPEARE . Grande Certamen . Esse juvet necne in vita , nunc SABRINAE
COROLLA .
... o ' er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment ,
With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action .
SHAKSPEARE . Grande Certamen . Esse juvet necne in vita , nunc SABRINAE
COROLLA .
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Esse juvet necne in vita , nunc scilicet est ut Qvaerendum videatur ; utrum sit
honestiu ' menti Ferre ferae glandes et spicula fortunai , An contra aerumnas
maris instar fine carentes Arma capessere et obstando pacare per aevum . Mors
sopor ...
Esse juvet necne in vita , nunc scilicet est ut Qvaerendum videatur ; utrum sit
honestiu ' menti Ferre ferae glandes et spicula fortunai , An contra aerumnas
maris instar fine carentes Arma capessere et obstando pacare per aevum . Mors
sopor ...
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Página 251 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, <- : ) And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! xciii.
Página 35 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 285 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 87 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 43 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Página 105 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 89 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Página 253 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Página 23 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 219 - tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.