Selections from Herrick, for translation into Latin Verse. With a short Preface. By ... A. J. Macleane

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Arthur John MACLEANE
G. Bell, 1848 - 76 pages
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Page 16 - That Age is best, which is the first, When Youth and Blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, goe marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. His Poetrie his Pillar.
Page 12 - be found againe : So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endlesse night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's goe a Maying. To
Page 19 - before ye have a Tongue. Speak, whimp'ring Younglings, and make known The reason, why Ye droop, and weep ; Is it for want of sleep ? Or childish Lullabie ? Or that ye have not seen as yet The Violet ? Or brought a kisse From that Sweet-heart, to this ? No, no, this sorrow shown
Page 19 - Breath of a blasting wind ; Nor are ye worne with yeares; Or warpt, as we, Who think it strange to see, Such pretty flowers, like to Orphans young, To speak by Tears, before ye have a Tongue. Speak, whimp'ring Younglings, and make known The reason, why Ye droop, and weep ; Is it for want of sleep ? Or childish
Page 23 - Upon a Child that Dyed. Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: Who, as soone, fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings; but not stir The earth, that lightly covers her. To Daffadills.
Page 14 - Here burnt, whose smal return Of ashes, scarce suffice To fill a little Urne. Trust to good Verses then ; They onely will aspire, When Pyramids, as men, Are lost, i'th'funerall fire. And when all Bodies meet In Lethe to be drown'd ; Then onely Numbers sweet, With endless life are crown'd. To
Page 56 - London my home is : though by hard fate sent Into a long and irksome banishment; Yet since cal'd back ; henceforward let me be, O native countrey, repossest by thee ! For, rather than I'le to the West return, I'le beg of thee first here to
Page 27 - free, From that cheape Candle baudery: We'le eate our Beane with that full mirth, As we were Lords of all the earth. "Well then, on what Seas we are tost, Our comfort is, we can't be lost. Let the winds drive Our Barke; yet she will keepe alive Amidst the deepes; 'Tis constancy, my
Page 16 - Onely a little more I have to write, Then lie give o're, And bid the world Good-night. "Tis but a flying minute, That I must stay, Or linger in it; And then I must away. 0 Time that cut'st down all! And scarce leav'st here Memoriall Of any men that were. How many lye forgot In Vaults beneath ? And
Page 50 - On which the young men and maids meet, To exercise their dancing feet: Tripping the comely country round, "With Daffadils and Daisies crown'd. * * * * O happy life ! if that their good The Husbandmen but understood ! Who all the day themselves doe please, And Younglings, with such sports as these. And, lying down, have nought t'affright Sweet sleep, that makes more short the night. Catera desunt

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