Poematia Latine Partim Reddita, Partim ScriptaG. Pickering, 1840 - 308 páginas |
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... he shall have a very short and modest epitaph , if any ; only the two first letters of his name 38 -Non , ut me miretur turba , laboro , Contentus paucis Lectoribus.- VOTUM . Mille ubi transierint anni , quæ tanta sequetur.
... he shall have a very short and modest epitaph , if any ; only the two first letters of his name 38 -Non , ut me miretur turba , laboro , Contentus paucis Lectoribus.- VOTUM . Mille ubi transierint anni , quæ tanta sequetur.
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Vincent Bourne, John Mitford. VOTUM . Mille ubi transierint anni , quæ tanta sequetur Gloria , si forsan litera bina legar ? Equo animum imperio , & c . Si tamen hos versus , si quem legisse juvabit , Hoc addo optatis , et superaddo ...
Vincent Bourne, John Mitford. VOTUM . Mille ubi transierint anni , quæ tanta sequetur Gloria , si forsan litera bina legar ? Equo animum imperio , & c . Si tamen hos versus , si quem legisse juvabit , Hoc addo optatis , et superaddo ...
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... tuo ; Qui tibi , bellorum qui fulmine tutus ab omni , Post aliquot menses restituendus ero . Ne dulces istos contristet fletus ocellos , Mille avertendo tela , cavebit amor . 40 BLACK - EYED SUSAN . The boatswain gave the.
... tuo ; Qui tibi , bellorum qui fulmine tutus ab omni , Post aliquot menses restituendus ero . Ne dulces istos contristet fletus ocellos , Mille avertendo tela , cavebit amor . 40 BLACK - EYED SUSAN . The boatswain gave the.
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... mille et mille venustis , Distinguunt vitam gratia multa meam . Suaviolum , quin fare , meum ; quæ pascua malunt , Aut ubi , sub medio sole , vagantur oves ? Ad Tavæ errantes quæram sinuosa fluenta ? Quæramve ad Tueda candidioris aquam ...
... mille et mille venustis , Distinguunt vitam gratia multa meam . Suaviolum , quin fare , meum ; quæ pascua malunt , Aut ubi , sub medio sole , vagantur oves ? Ad Tavæ errantes quæram sinuosa fluenta ? Quæramve ad Tueda candidioris aquam ...
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... , Vos quoque , flosculi , Et simul omnes Intertexite Mille colores , Milleque odores . Sic redimite Phyllida nostram , Ut neque Flora Vestra decentior , Aut dea sit ju- cundior aspici . 83 84 THE WREATH . But little ' dures Whate'er ,
... , Vos quoque , flosculi , Et simul omnes Intertexite Mille colores , Milleque odores . Sic redimite Phyllida nostram , Ut neque Flora Vestra decentior , Aut dea sit ju- cundior aspici . 83 84 THE WREATH . But little ' dures Whate'er ,
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Página 102 - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
Página 100 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.
Página 58 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Página 96 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 98 - When in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran ; Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
Página 112 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 106 - O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face ; O, how shall I appear . 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought ; 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear...
Página 104 - Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, Whilst, in the confidence of prayer, My soul took hold on Thee.
Página 108 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Página 50 - The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village wept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell.