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Alfred Ancient History Ancient Literature Ancient Rome Atlantic Monthly Augustus J. C. Hare Chap Charles Mills Gayley Chautauqua Clara Erskine Clement Classic Myths Classical Journal Classics in English Complete Poetical Day in Ancient Days of Cicero Edgar English Literature Eternal City Foreign Classics Gallus Greeks and Romans Guhl and Koner H. W. Johnston Harper's Magazine Horace Hutton Webster Hymn Italian James Anthony Froude John Dennie John G Light of Recent Martial Myths in English Nathaniel Hawthorne o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley Pliny the Younger Poem Pompeii Private puellae Readings in Ancient Recent Discoveries Roba di Roma Rodolfo Lanciani Roman Literature Rome of To-day School Review Shumway slave Society in Rome song Story sunt sweet thee thine thou hast To-day and Yesterday Translation Vergil viii W. A. Becker W. D. Howells Walks in Rome Warde Fowler William Cleaver Wilkinson William Ralph Inge William Stearns Davis York
Page 147 - COME, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant ; O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ; Come and behold him Born, the King of angels : O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Page 101 - Rejoices with a wholesome fear, And hopes in spite of pain ; If Winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth, And Nature laughs again. What if thine Heaven be overcast, The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky. The God that strings the silver bow Awakes sometimes the muses too, And lays his arrows by.
Page 79 - PALLADIUM. Set where the upper streams of Simois flow Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood ; And Hector was in Ilium, far below, And fought, and saw it not— but there it stood ! It stood, and sun and moonshine rain'd their light On the pure columns of its glen-built hall. Backward and forward roll'd the waves of fight Round Troy— but while this stood, Troy could not fall So, in its lovely moonlight, lives the soul.
Page 140 - Arida nutrix. Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget ; 20 Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis in terra domibus negata : Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem.
Page 105 - I do not like thee, Dr. Fell. The reason why I cannot tell; But this I know and know full well I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.
Page 97 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 100 - He, that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his state.
Page 106 - GRACE. SOME hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it ; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF PEG NICHOLSON. PEG Nicholson was a gude bay mare, As ever trode on airn ; But now she's floating down the Nith, An' past the mouth o