The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... grace his obsequies . Is the sable warrior fled 18 ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn 9 , and soft the zephyr blows ...
... grace his obsequies . Is the sable warrior fled 18 ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn 9 , and soft the zephyr blows ...
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... grace . What strings symphonious tremble in the air , What strains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talliessin 3 , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . 29 It was the common belief of the Welsh ...
... grace . What strings symphonious tremble in the air , What strains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talliessin 3 , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . 29 It was the common belief of the Welsh ...
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... Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy , Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the Univer- sity . It is here printed with the divisions adopted by the composer , Dr. Randall , then professor of music at Cambridge . To bless the place where on their ...
... Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy , Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the Univer- sity . It is here printed with the divisions adopted by the composer , Dr. Randall , then professor of music at Cambridge . To bless the place where on their ...
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... grace . " AIR . Thy liberal heart , thy judging eye , The flower unheeded shall descry , And bid it round Heaven's altar shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the latent gem To glitter on the diadem ...
... grace . " AIR . Thy liberal heart , thy judging eye , The flower unheeded shall descry , And bid it round Heaven's altar shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the latent gem To glitter on the diadem ...
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Including Translations ... British poets. With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow , The laureate wreath that Cecil wore she brings , And to thy just , thy gentle hand , Submits the fasces of her sway , While spirits bless'd above ...
Including Translations ... British poets. With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow , The laureate wreath that Cecil wore she brings , And to thy just , thy gentle hand , Submits the fasces of her sway , While spirits bless'd above ...
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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.