The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Page 104
... hæc decora alta putandum est , Noctis opes , nobis tantum lucere ; virumque Ostentari oculis , nostræ laquearia terræ , Ingentes scenas , vastique aulæa theatri ? Oh ! quis me pennis æthræ super ardua sistet Mirantem , propiusque dabit ...
... hæc decora alta putandum est , Noctis opes , nobis tantum lucere ; virumque Ostentari oculis , nostræ laquearia terræ , Ingentes scenas , vastique aulæa theatri ? Oh ! quis me pennis æthræ super ardua sistet Mirantem , propiusque dabit ...
Page 106
... hæc audaci evolvere cantu , Jam pulset citharam soror , et præludia tentet . Non tamen has proprias laudes , nec facta silebo Jampridèm in fatis , patriæque oracula famæ . Tempus erit , sursùm totos contendere cœtus Quo cernes longo ...
... hæc audaci evolvere cantu , Jam pulset citharam soror , et præludia tentet . Non tamen has proprias laudes , nec facta silebo Jampridèm in fatis , patriæque oracula famæ . Tempus erit , sursùm totos contendere cœtus Quo cernes longo ...
Page 107
... hæc partem tibi , Massinissa , triumphi Detractam , hæc pompæ jura minora suæ Imputat , atque uxor quòd non tua pressa catenis , Objecta et sævæ plausibus urbis eo : Quin tu pro tantis cepisti præmia factis , Magnum Romanæ pignus ...
... hæc partem tibi , Massinissa , triumphi Detractam , hæc pompæ jura minora suæ Imputat , atque uxor quòd non tua pressa catenis , Objecta et sævæ plausibus urbis eo : Quin tu pro tantis cepisti præmia factis , Magnum Romanæ pignus ...
Page 112
... hæc oculos dulcedine parvos Splendida percussit novitas , traxitque sequentes ; Nonne videmus enim , latis inserta fenestris Sicubi se Phoebi dispergant aurea tela , Sive lucernarum rutilus colluxerit ardor , Extemplo hùc obverti aciem ...
... hæc oculos dulcedine parvos Splendida percussit novitas , traxitque sequentes ; Nonne videmus enim , latis inserta fenestris Sicubi se Phoebi dispergant aurea tela , Sive lucernarum rutilus colluxerit ardor , Extemplo hùc obverti aciem ...
Page 114
... , aut solido sine robore , cujus Denique mobilitas linquit , texturave partes , Ulla nec orarum circumcæsura coërcet . Hæc conjuncta adeò totâ compage fatetur Mundus , et extremo clamant in limine rerum , ( 114 GRAY .
... , aut solido sine robore , cujus Denique mobilitas linquit , texturave partes , Ulla nec orarum circumcæsura coërcet . Hæc conjuncta adeò totâ compage fatetur Mundus , et extremo clamant in limine rerum , ( 114 GRAY .
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 72 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.