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第 188 頁 - Rose, thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower; Rose, thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. Even the Gods, who walk the sky, Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
第 164 頁 - Thus he spoke, and she the while Heard him with a soothing smile; Then said, "My infant, if so much Thou feel the little wild bee's touch, How must the heart, ah, Cupid!
第 192 頁 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
第 63 頁 - Behold this mirror with a sigh; The locks upon thy brow are few, And, like the rest, they're withering too ! " Whether decline has thinned my hair, I'm sure I neither know nor care ; But this I know, and this I feel, As onward to the tomb I steal, That still as death approaches nearer. The joys of life are sweeter, dearer ; And had I but an hour to live, That little hour to bliss I'd giw ! ODE VIII.
第 159 頁 - Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear ; To him thy friendly notes are dear ; For thou art mild as matin dew, And still, when summer's flowery hue Begins to paint the bloomy plain, We hear thy sweet prophetic strain ; Thy sweet, prophetic strain we hear, And bless the notes, and thee revere ! The Muses love thy shrilly tone; Apollo calls thee all his own ; 'Twas he who gave that voice to thee, 'Tis he who tunes thy minstrelsy.
第 281 頁 - Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
第 233 頁 - Caeli, Lesbia nostra, Lesbia illa, Illa Lesbia, quam Catullus unam Plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes, Nunc in quadriviis et angiportis Glubit magnanimi Remi nepotes.
第 218 頁 - Jove would give the leafy bowers A queen for all their world of flowers, The rose would be the choice of Jove, And blush, the queen of every grove.
第 194 頁 - While virgin Graces, warm with May, Fling roses o'er her dewy way. The murmuring billows of the deep Have languished into silent sleep ; And mark ! the flitting sea-birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky.
第 116 頁 - Do villany, do, since you protest to do 't Like workmen. I 'll example you with thievery : The sun 'sa thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...