Prolusiones praemiis anniversariis dignatae et in auditorio recitatae scholae Harroviensis ...apud I.C. Wilbee, 1890 - 70 pages |
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Page 26 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber: and, More near, from out the Caesars...
Page 28 - Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach...
Page 8 - In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And the prophet Isaiah the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, Set thine house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.
Page 59 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watchdog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 18 - Non, ut opinor, enim dat quod promittit et unde, nec radicitus e vita se tollit et eicit, sed facit esse sui quiddam super inscius ipse.
Page 58 - Verum tamen, quam diu imperium populi Romani beneficiis tenebatur, non iniuriis, bella aut pro sociis aut de imperio gerebantur, exitus erant bellorum aut mites aut necessarii, regum, populorum, nationum portus erat et refugium senatus...
Page 28 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 59 - Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There, as I pass'd with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung, The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Page 10 - A ces mots, il lui tend le doux et tendre ouvrage : Le sacristain , bouillant de zèle et de courage , Le prend, se cache, approche, et, droit entre les yeux, Frappe du noble écrit l'athlète audacieux; Mais c'est pour l'ébranler une foible tempête, Le livre sans vigueur mollit contre sa tête.
Page 18 - Proinde ubi se videas hominem indignarier ipsum, post mortem fore ut aut putescat corpore posto aut flammis interfiat malisve ferarum, scire licet non sincerum sonere atque subesse caecum aliquem cordi stimulum, quamvis neget ipse credere se quemquam sibi sensum in morte futurum. Non, ut opinor, enim dat quod promittit et unde...