Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac VerseRivingtons, 1830 - 142 páginas |
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... sweet slumbers shall I enjoy ( carpo ) , how devoutly ( rite ) shall I pray , that the last ( supremus ) hour may close my wintry days . EXERCISE XIX ( same continued ) . ' Twas thus my hair they bade me braid : They bade me to the ...
... sweet slumbers shall I enjoy ( carpo ) , how devoutly ( rite ) shall I pray , that the last ( supremus ) hour may close my wintry days . EXERCISE XIX ( same continued ) . ' Twas thus my hair they bade me braid : They bade me to the ...
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... sweets she loves to stray , " Oh , tell me , does she muse on me ? " 5 1 , 2. Oft shall I lonely roam ( spatior ) along the lonely strand , where the flitting sea - fowl cries ( gemo ) on this side and that , ( inde vel inde ) .- 3 , 4 ...
... sweets she loves to stray , " Oh , tell me , does she muse on me ? " 5 1 , 2. Oft shall I lonely roam ( spatior ) along the lonely strand , where the flitting sea - fowl cries ( gemo ) on this side and that , ( inde vel inde ) .- 3 , 4 ...
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... sweets amang ; But I , the queen of a ' Scotland , Maun lie in prison strang ! 5 1 , 2. The lilies ( Poet . Orn . a ) now bloom on the green margin of the bank ; the primrose now springs ( Exercise XIV . Stanza II . 2 ) on the sloping ...
... sweets amang ; But I , the queen of a ' Scotland , Maun lie in prison strang ! 5 1 , 2. The lilies ( Poet . Orn . a ) now bloom on the green margin of the bank ; the primrose now springs ( Exercise XIV . Stanza II . 2 ) on the sloping ...
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... sweet frae the green birken tree : 6 But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie ; And now it is Winter wi ' nature and me . 1 , 2. Now cold blow the blasts o'er my native braes ( saltus ) : the snows have o'erspread ( incumbo ) ...
... sweet frae the green birken tree : 6 But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie ; And now it is Winter wi ' nature and me . 1 , 2. Now cold blow the blasts o'er my native braes ( saltus ) : the snows have o'erspread ( incumbo ) ...
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... sweet to my ' Tis no its loud roar on the wintry wind swellin ' , 5 ' Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i ' my e'e : For O , gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan , The dark days o ' Winter were Simmer to me ! 1 , 2. The cloud ...
... sweet to my ' Tis no its loud roar on the wintry wind swellin ' , 5 ' Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i ' my e'e : For O , gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan , The dark days o ' Winter were Simmer to me ! 1 , 2. The cloud ...
Términos y frases comunes
Aids 11 Aids VII amid amor Anadiplosis Anaphora Apposition Assistant-Master beauty breast breeze bright broom brow charms clouds continued Crown 8vo dark Dost thou wish dreams dreary Edited Exercise XXIV eyes farewell flower frae FRANCIS STORR glen green grove heart Hendiadys Heroid Horace is-wont Jupiter light loca malè Marlborough College mihi morning Morninge Sleepe night nought nymph o'er Observe in Stanza Observe the repetition Ovid Pentameter penult perf Periphrasis Poet quæ rex Romanorum rose Rugby School shade shaken mat shine showers sing slumbers Small 8vo smile song Stanza II stream subj sweet syllable tears tempests thee tibi Transpose twine unus vale verb Verse VIII Virg voice vowel wandering waves weary ween weep whilst wild wind wont word Wouldst thou
Pasajes populares
Página 7 - I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with me.
Página 56 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Página 56 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost...
Página 105 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 32 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Página 112 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 52 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade.
Página 22 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Página 55 - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Página 21 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.