The British Poets: Including Translations ...

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C. Whittingham, 1822

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עמוד 130 - and mark'd the skies, Nor closed in sleep his everwatchful eyes. There view'd the Pleiads, and the northern team, And great Orion's more refulgent beam, To which, around the axle of the sky The Bear revolving, points his golden eye: "Who shines exalted on the' etherial plain, Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main.
עמוד 115 - To woe! Did ever sorrows equal mine ? Long to my joys my dearest lord is lost, His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast: Now from my fond embrace, by tempests torn, Our other column of the state is borne: Nor took a kind adieu, nor sought consent!—
עמוד 306 - Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn. Alike he thwarts the hospitable end, Who drives the free, or stays the hasty, friend; True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, Welcome the coming, speed the parting, guest. Yet stay, my
עמוד 213 - flour of wheat, And honey fresh, and Pramnian wines, the treat: But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl, With drugs of force to darken all the soul: Soon in the luscious feast themselves they lost, And drank oblivion of their native coast. Instant her circling wand the goddess waves,
עמוד 95 - lay, Or a loved brother groan'd his life away, Or darling son, oppress'd by ruffian-force, Fell breathless at his feet a mangled corse; From morn to eve, impassive and serene, The man entranced would view the deathful scene'. These drugs, so friendly to the joys of life, Bright Helen learn'd from Thone's imperial wife; Who
עמוד 175 - But yet, I trust, this once e'en Mars would fly His fair one's arms—he thinks her, once, too nigh. But there remain, ye guilty, in my power, Till Jove refunds his shameless daughter's dower. Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: Beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.' Meanwhile the gods the dome of Vulcan
עמוד 171 - these pastimes grace! I wield the gauntlet, and I run the race. In such heroic games I yield to none, Or yield to brave Laodamas alone: Shall I with brave Laodamas contend? A friend is sacred, and I style him friend. Ungenerous were the man, and base of heart, Who takes the kind, and pays
עמוד 135 - pass'd, Since wide he wander'd on the watery waste; Heaved on the surge with intermitting breath, And hourly panting in the arms of death: The third fair morn now blazed upon the main; Then glassy smooth lay all the liquid plain, The winds were hush'd, the billows scarcely curl'd, And a
עמוד 240 - rest my nature craves, Here in the court, or yonder on the waves: In you I trust, and in the heavenly powers, To land Ulysses on his native shores.' He ceased; but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear. Till rising up, Arete silence broke,
עמוד 214 - to hear what sadly he relates. " We went, Ulysses! (such was thy command) Through the lone thicket, and the desert land. A palace in a woody vale we found Brown with dark forests, and with shades around. A voice celestial echoed from the dome, Or nymph, or goddess, chanting to the loom.

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