The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 40
... Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . The original argument of this Ode , as its author had set it down on one of the pages of his common ...
... Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . The original argument of this Ode , as its author had set it down on one of the pages of his common ...
Strana 41
... Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side ' He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloster stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer ' , and couch'd his qui- vering lance ...
... Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side ' He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloster stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer ' , and couch'd his qui- vering lance ...
Strana 43
... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . 15 Isabel of France , Edward the Second's adulterous Queen . 16 Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . 17 Death of that king , abandoned by his children , and even robbed in ...
... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . 15 Isabel of France , Edward the Second's adulterous Queen . 16 Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . 17 Death of that king , abandoned by his children , and even robbed in ...
Strana 44
... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . 19 Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Frois- sart and other contemporary writers . 20 Richard the Second , as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the ...
... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . 19 Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Frois- sart and other contemporary writers . 20 Richard the Second , as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the ...
Strana 45
... Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) Half of thy heart we consecrate 28 . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : 22 ...
... Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) Half of thy heart we consecrate 28 . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : 22 ...
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Alike ancient atque Bard beauteous beauty beneath bliss boast breast breath charms cheerful climes death deeds delight distant E'en Earl Earl of Warwick earth Edge Hill fair fame fate fields flood flowers form'd genius gentle glittering grace Gray Gray's groves hæc hail hand hath heart honour Jago join'd Julius Cæsar King labour Latian lawns lofty Lord LYCIDAS Margaret of Anjou meads mind Muse native Nature's numbers o'er ODIN Petrarch Pindar plain pleasing poem pomp pride quæ race rage reign RICHARD JAGO rise round scene seat of Sir sense shade Shenstone sight Sir Charles Mordaunt smiling Snitterfield Solihull song soul sportive sprightly stanza stream swain sweet taste thee thine THOMAS GRAY thou thought toil train vale verdant verse walls Warwick Warwickshire wave William Shenstone winding wondrous youth
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Strana 69 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Strana 37 - To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Strana 85 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Strana 44 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strana 44 - Fill high the sparkling bowl. The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Strana 31 - These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Strana 77 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Strana 38 - To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smiled. ' This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy l Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Strana 27 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Strana 72 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.