Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 páginas |
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... Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile at fate , while thou art by . • Moore . I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . I. ...
... Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile at fate , while thou art by . • Moore . I. Lyra . SUME lyram , mea lux ! rerum 2 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . I. ...
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... nunquam non servat , eosdem Versa quod ad cœlos ora precantis erunt . Et desiderio noctes terit æger , amatæ Audiat ut motum , sole oriente , pedem . G. S. VIII . To Mary . IF I had thought thou ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 15.
... nunquam non servat , eosdem Versa quod ad cœlos ora precantis erunt . Et desiderio noctes terit æger , amatæ Audiat ut motum , sole oriente , pedem . G. S. VIII . To Mary . IF I had thought thou ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS . 15.
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... thou couldst mortal be : It never through my mind had passed , The time would e'er be o'er , And I on thee should look my last , And thou shouldst smile no more . And still upon that face I look , And think ' t will smile again ; And ...
... thou couldst mortal be : It never through my mind had passed , The time would e'er be o'er , And I on thee should look my last , And thou shouldst smile no more . And still upon that face I look , And think ' t will smile again ; And ...
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William Linwood. While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave , And I am now alone ! I do not think , where'er thou art , Thou hast forgotten me ; And I , perhaps , may ...
William Linwood. While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave , And I am now alone ! I do not think , where'er thou art , Thou hast forgotten me ; And I , perhaps , may ...
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... thou red in thine apparel , and thy garments like him that treadeth in the winefat ? I have trodden the wine - press alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger , and trample them in my fury ...
... thou red in thine apparel , and thy garments like him that treadeth in the winefat ? I have trodden the wine - press alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger , and trample them in my fury ...
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Página 148 - EPITAPH. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother : Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
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Página 94 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 102 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Página 156 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth...
Página 30 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Página 160 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Página 160 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue! — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds ; And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's...
Página 162 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.