The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... dread fleet , Swell'd o'er the labouring surge ; like a whole heaven Of clouds , wide - roll'd before the boundless breeze . Gaily the splendid armament along Exultant plough'd , reflecting a red gleam , As sunk the Sun , o'er all the ...
... dread fleet , Swell'd o'er the labouring surge ; like a whole heaven Of clouds , wide - roll'd before the boundless breeze . Gaily the splendid armament along Exultant plough'd , reflecting a red gleam , As sunk the Sun , o'er all the ...
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... dread scene , that paints whate'er I say . The great Republic see ! that glow'd , sublime , With the mix'd freedom of a thousand states ; Raised on the thrones of kings her curule chair , And by her fasces awed the subject world . See ...
... dread scene , that paints whate'er I say . The great Republic see ! that glow'd , sublime , With the mix'd freedom of a thousand states ; Raised on the thrones of kings her curule chair , And by her fasces awed the subject world . See ...
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... dread toil of ages , won so dear ; * Via Sacra . 3 Michael Angelo Buonaroti , Palladio , and Raphael D'Ur- bino ; the three great modern masters in sculpture , archi- tecture , and painting . Your pride , your triumph , your supreme ...
... dread toil of ages , won so dear ; * Via Sacra . 3 Michael Angelo Buonaroti , Palladio , and Raphael D'Ur- bino ; the three great modern masters in sculpture , archi- tecture , and painting . Your pride , your triumph , your supreme ...
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... dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if such the miserable fate Of an heroic race , the masters once Of humankind ; what , when deprived of ME , How grievous must be thine ? in spite of climes , Whose sun - enliven'd ...
... dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if such the miserable fate Of an heroic race , the masters once Of humankind ; what , when deprived of ME , How grievous must be thine ? in spite of climes , Whose sun - enliven'd ...
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... dread moral scene , thy chief delight ! Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice , When Reason spoke august ; the fervent heart Or plain'd , or storm'd ; and in the'impassion'd man , Concealing art with art , the poet sunk . JI Homer ...
... dread moral scene , thy chief delight ! Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice , When Reason spoke august ; the fervent heart Or plain'd , or storm'd ; and in the'impassion'd man , Concealing art with art , the poet sunk . JI Homer ...
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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.