Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 pagina's |
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Pagina 97
... præsens , quernaque sub umbra , Cura mihi nutrire nova crescentia fronde Virgulta , et graciles ramorum intexere flexus , Nocturnosque meis ventos avertere plantis , Frigoraque , infestasque auras : roremque malignum Verrere de foliis ...
... præsens , quernaque sub umbra , Cura mihi nutrire nova crescentia fronde Virgulta , et graciles ramorum intexere flexus , Nocturnosque meis ventos avertere plantis , Frigoraque , infestasque auras : roremque malignum Verrere de foliis ...
Pagina 189
... præsens constantia mentis Et pelagi et tumidos plebis stravere furores . Cedere nam clavo tandem Gulielmus avito Debuit ; amplexuque tuo gremioque foventis Cedere , quæ solis illi minus ipsa Britannis Cara suis , soloque Deo minus ipsa ...
... præsens constantia mentis Et pelagi et tumidos plebis stravere furores . Cedere nam clavo tandem Gulielmus avito Debuit ; amplexuque tuo gremioque foventis Cedere , quæ solis illi minus ipsa Britannis Cara suis , soloque Deo minus ipsa ...
Pagina 192
... præsens agmina firmat ope . Jamque Semiramiam Euphrates qua dividit urbem Ipsa dabunt faciles versa fluenta vias : Jamque tibi æratis Babylon labat ardua portis , Ferreaque avulso cardine claustra patent . Cerno irrumpentes inopino ...
... præsens agmina firmat ope . Jamque Semiramiam Euphrates qua dividit urbem Ipsa dabunt faciles versa fluenta vias : Jamque tibi æratis Babylon labat ardua portis , Ferreaque avulso cardine claustra patent . Cerno irrumpentes inopino ...
Pagina 194
... mihi , namque potes , præsens affixa grabato Tollere , perpetuo vel sternere membra veterno , Siquis et has procerum morbi dolor afficit ædes , Num dabitur ptisana ? et mentem mortalia tangent ? " 194 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... mihi , namque potes , præsens affixa grabato Tollere , perpetuo vel sternere membra veterno , Siquis et has procerum morbi dolor afficit ædes , Num dabitur ptisana ? et mentem mortalia tangent ? " 194 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
Pagina 203
... præsens , et precor , integrum Fidus per infestas tueri Illecebras vitiosiorum . W. ΧΙ . Collegium S. Mariæ Magdalenæ . Dulces ... reminiscitur Argos . AUGUSTÆ circum moles , et dædala prisci Artificis cælata manu miracula turres ; Vos ...
... præsens , et precor , integrum Fidus per infestas tueri Illecebras vitiosiorum . W. ΧΙ . Collegium S. Mariæ Magdalenæ . Dulces ... reminiscitur Argos . AUGUSTÆ circum moles , et dædala prisci Artificis cælata manu miracula turres ; Vos ...
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Pagina 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.