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Página 146 - La pâle est aux jasmins en blancheur comparable; La noire à faire peur une brune adorable; La maigre a de la taille et de la liberté; La grasse est dans son port pleine de majesté...
Página 135 - Callimachi Manes et Coi sacra Philetae, in vestrum, quaeso, me sinite ire nemus. primus ego ingredior puro de fonte sacerdos Itala per Graios orgia ferre chores.
Página 121 - Je le vis, je rougis, je pâlis à sa vue; Un trouble s'éleva dans mon âme éperdue; Mes yeux ne voyaient plus, je ne pouvais parler; Je sentis tout mon corps et transir et brûler.
Página 19 - An Elementary Treatise on Quaternions. By PG TAIT, MA, Professor of Natural Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh ; formerly Fellow of St Peter's College, Cambridge. Second Edition. Demy 8vo. 14^.
Página 147 - Desinit esse cruor, Tyrioque nitentior ostro Flos oritur, formamque capit quam lilia, si non Purpureus color his, argenteus esset in illis.
Página 134 - O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard, with his shadow on the stone, Rests like a shadow, and the cicala sleeps.
Página 25 - It is thought that the student, by confining himself, in the first instance, to those authors who are most worthy of his attention, will be saved from the dangers of hasty and indiscriminate reading. By adopting the course thus marked out for him, he will become familiar with the productions of the greatest minds in English Literature ; and should he never be able to pursue the subject beyond the limits here prescribed, he will have laid the foundation of accurate habits of thought and judgment,...
Página 176 - And bared the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, Running too vehemently to break upon it.
Página 149 - To roll the torrent out of dusky doors: But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air: So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Await...