The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... faith , who also in her prime of love , Spousal embraces , vitiated with gold , Though offer'd only , by the scent conceived Her spurious first - born , treason against me ? Thrice she assay'd with flattering prayers and sighs , And ...
... faith , who also in her prime of love , Spousal embraces , vitiated with gold , Though offer'd only , by the scent conceived Her spurious first - born , treason against me ? Thrice she assay'd with flattering prayers and sighs , And ...
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... faith , all vows , deceive , betray , Then as repentant to submit , beseech , And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse , Confess , and promise wonders in her change ; Not truly penitent , but chief to try Her husband , how far urged ...
... faith , all vows , deceive , betray , Then as repentant to submit , beseech , And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse , Confess , and promise wonders in her change ; Not truly penitent , but chief to try Her husband , how far urged ...
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... faith of wedlock - bands ; my tomb With odors visited and annual flowers ; Not less renown'd than in Mount Ephraim Jael , who with inhospitable guile Smote Sisera sleeping , through the temples nail'd . Nor shall I count it heinous to ...
... faith of wedlock - bands ; my tomb With odors visited and annual flowers ; Not less renown'd than in Mount Ephraim Jael , who with inhospitable guile Smote Sisera sleeping , through the temples nail'd . Nor shall I count it heinous to ...
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... faith to circumvent me . Therefore , without feign'd shifts , let be assign'd Some narrow place inclosed , where sight may give thee , Or rather flight , no great advantage on me ; Then put on all thy gorgeous arms , thy helmet And ...
... faith to circumvent me . Therefore , without feign'd shifts , let be assign'd Some narrow place inclosed , where sight may give thee , Or rather flight , no great advantage on me ; Then put on all thy gorgeous arms , thy helmet And ...
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... wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods ; nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain watch Likeliest , and nearest to the present aid Of this occasion . But I hear the tread Of G 2 COMUS . 69.
... wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods ; nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain watch Likeliest , and nearest to the present aid Of this occasion . But I hear the tread Of G 2 COMUS . 69.
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aëre agni Amor ANNO ETATIS ANTISTROPHE Atque carmina choro cœli cœlo COMUS cùm Dagon dark death decus deos deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies erat etiam eyes fair fear feast foes fortè fræna glory gods habet hæc hand hath hear Heaven Hinc honor igne illa ille Inque inter ipsa ipse jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah Jovis LADY Lord loud lumina malè Manoah mihi Milton modò Mopsus mortal mosta Musa neque night nocte numina Nunc o'er Olympo peace pectora Philistines Phœbe praise procul PSALM Quà quæ quàm quid quis Quòd quoque rupit sæpe Samson shalt shame Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet tamen thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis thyself tibi Tu quoque Tuque turba ulmo urbe virgin Virtue wilt
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Page 120 - AC ! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 126 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
Page 128 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 61 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
Page 110 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Page 72 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Page 64 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Page 118 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 79 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Page 126 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.