Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c.He unto whom thou art so partial,Oh, reader ...
'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c.He unto whom thou art so partial,Oh, reader ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
Why, 'ow's she goin', Bill, ole sport? I thort I knoo your dile!My oath! You look the proper sort! That ...
Ridicula nuper cymba, sicut meus est mos, Flumineas propter salices et murmura Cami, Multa movens mecum, fumo inspirante, iacebam. Illic ...
HE.See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skywardFrom the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:Such a lovely spot-I really ...
We didn't like the bo'sun's mate --(Yo, 'eave ho! an' a bottle o' lemonade or somethin' soft, Miss).Becos 'is dile ...
At 10 p. m.COME, let us make merry with innocent mirth, Let us drink to the year that is dying; ...
Once have we bashed him on the head; Twice have we stabbed him deep;Thrice have we left him there for ...
My dear, I'm awful shorry 'Bout gettin' home sho late.I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I ...
1.Mandy's sleepin' wid de angels now -Mandy dat was sweetes' ob dem all -An' we laid huh side de hic'ry ...
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga! Ille stat indomitus turritis undisque saxis: Cingit huic ...
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo ...
Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat: Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae! Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una labores; ...
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