Compositions
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ISBN10: 1151996726
ISBN13: 9781151996725
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.14 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781151996725
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.14 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ...corollas 'caeruleas' inquit 'tu mihi carpe rosas.' multas per gentes et multa per oppida quaero haec ubi nascatur quove sub axe seges--multas per gentes et multa per oppida quaerens nil nisi ludibrium, nil nisi probra tuli. forsan trans Stygias erraverit illa paludes inveniat natas in sua vota rosas: me labor hoc vanus docuit--quas fata negarint in medio positis posthabuisse rosis. QOPORE vincta mens quiescebat mihi, -' humana nil sors terruit: visa est puella nempe non mortalibus obnoxia esse saeculis. non motibus nunc vive fungitur sua, nil audit illa, nil videt: tellus diurno volvit orbe virginem quo saxa rupes arbores. TO AN OLD ENEMY. I WOULD have snatch'd a bayleaf from thy brow, Wronging the chaplet on an honoured head; In peace and charity I bring thee now A lily flower instead. Pure as thy purpose, blameless as thy song, Sweet as thy spirit may this offering be: Forget the bitter blame that did thee wrong, And take this gift from me. E. Buchanan (to D. G. Rossetti). IOLE. I WILL not leave the smouldering pyre: Enough remains to light again: But who am I to dare desire A place beside the King of men? So burnt my dear CEchalian town: And I an outcast gazed and groaned. But when my father's roof fell down, For all that wrong sweet love atoned. He led me trembling to the ship, He seemed at least to love me then; He soothed, he clasped me lip to lip: How strange to wed the King of men. I linger orphan, widow, slave, I lived when sire and brethren died; Oh, had I shared my mother's grave, Or clomb unto the hero's side. That comrade old hath made his moan; That centaur cowers within his den: And I abide to guard alone The ashes of the King of men. Alone, beneath the night divine--Alone, another weeps elsewhere: Her love for him is unlike mine, Her w...