The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Muse Recorded , faithful , in unbidden verse . ' E'en not yon sail , that from the sky - mix'd wave , Dawns on the sight , and wafts the royal youth ' , A freight of future glory to my shore ; 1 Frederic Prince of Wales , then lately ...
... Muse Recorded , faithful , in unbidden verse . ' E'en not yon sail , that from the sky - mix'd wave , Dawns on the sight , and wafts the royal youth ' , A freight of future glory to my shore ; 1 Frederic Prince of Wales , then lately ...
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... Muse gay roved the glad Hesperian round , And drew the ' inspiring breath of ancient arts ; Ah ! little thought she her returning verse Should sing our darling subject to thy shade . And does the mystic veil , from mortal beam , Involve ...
... Muse gay roved the glad Hesperian round , And drew the ' inspiring breath of ancient arts ; Ah ! little thought she her returning verse Should sing our darling subject to thy shade . And does the mystic veil , from mortal beam , Involve ...
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... Muse Listen'd intense . A while she look'd around , With mournful eye the well - known ruins mark'd , And then , her sighs repressing , thus began : " Mine are these wonders , all thou see'st is mine ; But ah , how changed ! the falling ...
... Muse Listen'd intense . A while she look'd around , With mournful eye the well - known ruins mark'd , And then , her sighs repressing , thus began : " Mine are these wonders , all thou see'st is mine ; But ah , how changed ! the falling ...
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... Muse's bowl . Unseconded by art , the spinning race Draw the bright thread in vain , and idly toil . In vain , forlorn in wilds , the citron blows ; And flowering plants perfume the desert gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle ...
... Muse's bowl . Unseconded by art , the spinning race Draw the bright thread in vain , and idly toil . In vain , forlorn in wilds , the citron blows ; And flowering plants perfume the desert gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle ...
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... Muse . As thee alone she serves , her patron , THOU , And great inspirer be ! then will she joy , Though narrow life her lot , and private shade : And when her venal voice she barters vile , Or to thy open , or thy secret foes , May ne ...
... Muse . As thee alone she serves , her patron , THOU , And great inspirer be ! then will she joy , Though narrow life her lot , and private shade : And when her venal voice she barters vile , Or to thy open , or thy secret foes , May ne ...
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Abra Amid ancient ANTISTROPHE arts Athens awful beam behold beneath blaze bless'd bliss boast breast breathing Britain Britons charms Circassia Corruption dark death deep delight dread dress'd E'en earth ECLOGUE Epaminondas fair fame Fancy Fate fire flame flood Freedom Gaul genius glory Goddess grace Greece grove hand happy heart Heaven Hence honour isle Isthmian games Italy join'd kings land Latium Liberty light lyre maid mankind mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora ne'er numbers nymph o'er pass'd passion peace Persian plain pomp pour'd pride race rage raptures reign rise Roman Rome round ruin sacred Sarmatia scene shade shine shore Silures silvan slaves smile soft song sons soul spirit spread storm strain stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tear tempest tender thee thine thou toil trembling truth tyrant vale virtue waste waves whence wild winds youth
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Seite 227 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round: Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Seite 226 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Seite 224 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Seite 217 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Seite 177 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak.
Seite 177 - The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair: Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair. 'Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
Seite 166 - Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah ! tell me, whither art thou fled ; To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam And sometimes share thy lover's woe...
Seite 229 - mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthly bed, Ah! what will every dirge avail; Or tears, which Love and Pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail? Yet lives there one whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near ? With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die, And Joy desert the blooming year.
Seite 210 - And hid'st in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword ! Thou who, amidst the deathful field, By godlike chiefs alone beheld, Oft with thy bosom bare art found, Pleading for him the youth who sinks to ground : See, Mercy, see, with pure and loaded hands, Before thy shrine my country's genius stands, And decks thy altar still, tho' pierc'd with many a wound ! ANTISTROPHE.
Seite 239 - There, must thou wake, perforce, thy Doric quill: 'Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.