Latin Verse Memorials of School Work and School Play. By Ultor Ego. [The preface is signed, T. R. M.] Eng. and Lat1868 |
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... Thee , but the night is as clear as the day : the darkness and light to Thee are both alike . UOMODO te fugiam ? quorsum vestigia tendam ? Præsens quem sequitur Spiritus usque tuus . Si pede sublimi cœlos conscendere nitar , En vigilans ...
... Thee , but the night is as clear as the day : the darkness and light to Thee are both alike . UOMODO te fugiam ? quorsum vestigia tendam ? Præsens quem sequitur Spiritus usque tuus . Si pede sublimi cœlos conscendere nitar , En vigilans ...
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... tui cæli facies iniqua Compotes ? sordent tibi defluentis Murmura rivi , Rosidi campi , nemorisque opacum Frigus , et saltus strepitu carentes ? His et omissis , inimica tune Tecta subibis ? For thee I panted , thee I prized , For 23.
... tui cæli facies iniqua Compotes ? sordent tibi defluentis Murmura rivi , Rosidi campi , nemorisque opacum Frigus , et saltus strepitu carentes ? His et omissis , inimica tune Tecta subibis ? For thee I panted , thee I prized , For 23.
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T. R. M.. For thee I panted , thee I prized , For thee I gladly sacrificed Whate'er I loved before ; And shall I see thee start away , And helpless , hopeless , hear thee say- Farewell , we meet no more ? Te siti flagrans animus cupivit ...
T. R. M.. For thee I panted , thee I prized , For thee I gladly sacrificed Whate'er I loved before ; And shall I see thee start away , And helpless , hopeless , hear thee say- Farewell , we meet no more ? Te siti flagrans animus cupivit ...
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Page 17 - Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit ? or whither shall I go then from thy presence ? If I climb up into heaven, thou art there ; if I go down to hell, thou art there also.
Page 40 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 58 - Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he: He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 18 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 36 - The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. 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.
Page 54 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Page 38 - Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And weaves a song of melancholy joy...
Page 56 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 54 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 40 - Though in the paths of death I tread With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.