The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... spring , the loosen'd West Lifts up the pining year , and balmy breathes Youth , life , and love , and beauty , o'er the world . But haste we from these melancholy shores , Nor to deaf winds , and waves , our fruitless plaint Pour weak ...
... spring , the loosen'd West Lifts up the pining year , and balmy breathes Youth , life , and love , and beauty , o'er the world . But haste we from these melancholy shores , Nor to deaf winds , and waves , our fruitless plaint Pour weak ...
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... spring , and fresher field . These , as increasing families disclosed The tender state , I taught an equal sway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm - o'erspread , The father - senate met . There ...
... spring , and fresher field . These , as increasing families disclosed The tender state , I taught an equal sway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm - o'erspread , The father - senate met . There ...
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... one giddy hour , One shock of faction , or of party rage . For , drain'd the springs of wealth , Corruption there Lay wither'd at the root . Thrice happy land ! • Had not neglected art , with weedy vice Confounded 40 P. II . LIBERTY .
... one giddy hour , One shock of faction , or of party rage . For , drain'd the springs of wealth , Corruption there Lay wither'd at the root . Thrice happy land ! • Had not neglected art , with weedy vice Confounded 40 P. II . LIBERTY .
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... springs another day . [ depth True , Genius droops ; the tender ancient taste Of Beauty , then fresh - blooming in her prime , But faintly trembles through the callous soul ; And grandeur or of morals , or of life , Sinks into safe ...
... springs another day . [ depth True , Genius droops ; the tender ancient taste Of Beauty , then fresh - blooming in her prime , But faintly trembles through the callous soul ; And grandeur or of morals , or of life , Sinks into safe ...
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... Spring to new light . Joy sparkled in her eyes , And old remembrance thrill'd in every thought , As she the pleasing resurrection saw . In leaning site , respiring from his toils , The well - known Hero , who deliver'd Greece , His ...
... Spring to new light . Joy sparkled in her eyes , And old remembrance thrill'd in every thought , As she the pleasing resurrection saw . In leaning site , respiring from his toils , The well - known Hero , who deliver'd Greece , His ...
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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.