The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 22
... Graces in thy train ! With balmy breath and flowery tread , Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed ; Where , in elysian slumber bound , Embowering myrtles veil thee round . Awake , in all thy glories dress'd , Recall the 22 ENCOMIUMS .
... Graces in thy train ! With balmy breath and flowery tread , Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed ; Where , in elysian slumber bound , Embowering myrtles veil thee round . Awake , in all thy glories dress'd , Recall the 22 ENCOMIUMS .
Strana 27
... round face , the snowy beard , paws , The velvet of her Her coat , that with the tortoise Her ears of jet , and emerald eyes She saw ; and purr'd applause . Still had she gazed ; but midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide ...
... round face , the snowy beard , paws , The velvet of her Her coat , that with the tortoise Her ears of jet , and emerald eyes She saw ; and purr'd applause . Still had she gazed ; but midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide ...
Strana 34
... round them blow , Drink life and fragrance as they flow . 1 Awake , my glory : awake , lute and harp . - David's Psalms . Pindar styles his own poetry , with its musical accompani- ments , Αἰοληΐς μολπή . Αἰολίδες χορδαὶ , Αἰολίδων ...
... round them blow , Drink life and fragrance as they flow . 1 Awake , my glory : awake , lute and harp . - David's Psalms . Pindar styles his own poetry , with its musical accompani- ments , Αἰοληΐς μολπή . Αἰολίδες χορδαὶ , Αἰολίδων ...
Strana 43
... round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with Flight combined , And Sorrow's faded form , and Solitude behind . II . 2 . ' Mighty Victor , mighty Lord , Low on his funeral couch he lies ' 7 ! 13 See the Norwegian ode , The Fatal Sisters ...
... round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with Flight combined , And Sorrow's faded form , and Solitude behind . II . 2 . ' Mighty Victor , mighty Lord , Low on his funeral couch he lies ' 7 ! 13 See the Norwegian ode , The Fatal Sisters ...
Strana 46
... round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talliessin 3 , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . 29 It was the common belief of the Welsh nation , that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy - land , and would return again to ...
... round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talliessin 3 , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . 29 It was the common belief of the Welsh nation , that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy - land , and would return again to ...
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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.