The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... force to taste . I would a poet , like a mistress , try , Not by her hair , her hand , her nose , her eye ; But by some nameless power , to give me joy . The nymph has Grafton's , Cecil's , Churchill's charms , line ; If with resistless ...
... force to taste . I would a poet , like a mistress , try , Not by her hair , her hand , her nose , her eye ; But by some nameless power , to give me joy . The nymph has Grafton's , Cecil's , Churchill's charms , line ; If with resistless ...
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... forces join , And hope the motley piece may rival thine . Safely despise their malice , and their toil , Which vulgar ears alone will reach , and will defile . Be it thy generous pride to please the best , Whose judgment and whose ...
... forces join , And hope the motley piece may rival thine . Safely despise their malice , and their toil , Which vulgar ears alone will reach , and will defile . Be it thy generous pride to please the best , Whose judgment and whose ...
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... force would try , Faces the sun , and towers it to the sky . Others proceed to art by slow degrees , Awkward at first , at length they faintly please , And still , whate'er their first efforts produce , ' Tis an abortive , or an infant ...
... force would try , Faces the sun , and towers it to the sky . Others proceed to art by slow degrees , Awkward at first , at length they faintly please , And still , whate'er their first efforts produce , ' Tis an abortive , or an infant ...
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... force , how delicate their frame ; How the same nerves are fashion'd to sustain The greatest pleasure and the greatest pain . Why bilious juice a golden light puts on , And floods of chyle in silver currents run ; How the dim speck of ...
... force , how delicate their frame ; How the same nerves are fashion'd to sustain The greatest pleasure and the greatest pain . Why bilious juice a golden light puts on , And floods of chyle in silver currents run ; How the dim speck of ...
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... force renew ; How mournful Myrrha + for her crimes appears , And heals hysteric matrons still with tears : How Mentha and Althea , nymphs no more , Revive in sacred plants , and health restore ; How sanguine swains their amorous hours ...
... force renew ; How mournful Myrrha + for her crimes appears , And heals hysteric matrons still with tears : How Mentha and Althea , nymphs no more , Revive in sacred plants , and health restore ; How sanguine swains their amorous hours ...
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Addison Albion's ancient Apollo apothecaries arms Atreus Atrides bards beauty beneath bless'd blood bloom boast bold brave breast breath bright Britannia's brow Celsus charms Chrysa convey'd courser crown decree divine dreadful eyes fair fairy falchion fame fate Faunus fear fire fix'd flame flies flowers foes form'd fury Garth Gaul give goddess gods grace groves hand haste hear heart Heaven hecatomb hero honour Iliad immortal Jove kings labours Latian learn'd light lyre maid mighty monarch mortal mourn Muse Naiad ne'er numbers nymph o'er once Ovid painted peace physicians plain poem praise pride prince queen race rage reign rise sacred sage SAMUEL GARTH scarce sceptre shade shine shore sighs sight silvan sing sire skies smiles soft soul stand streams sweet sword tears tell thee thine THOMAS TICKELL thou thought throne Tickell towers verse vex'd VIRG vows Whilst youth
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Стр. 204 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay ; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Стр. 216 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven...
Стр. 217 - To me thy aid, thou guardian Genius ! lend. "When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy...
Стр. 125 - There had been a coldness (said Mr. Pope) between Mr. Addison and me for some time ; and we had not been in company together, for a good while, any where but at Button's coffee-house, where I used to see him almost every day — On his meeting me there...
Стр. 126 - I assured him that I did not at all take it ill of Mr. Tickell that he was going to publish his translation ; that he certainly had as much right to translate any author as myself; and that publishing both was entering on a fair stage.
Стр. 218 - I meet his soul which breathes in Cato there ; If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove ; 'Twas there of just and good he...
Стр. 216 - Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings ! What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire, The pealing organ, and the pausing choir ; The duties by the...
Стр. 219 - Craggs, th' expiring sage convey'd, Great, but ill-omen'd, monument of fame, Nor he surviv'd to give, nor thou to claim. Swift after him thy social spirit flies, And close to his, how soon ! thy coffin lies. Blest pair ! whose union future bards shall tell In future tongues : each other's boast ! farewell, Farewell ! whom join'd in fame, in friendship try'd, No chance could sever, nor the grave divide.
Стр. 217 - Chiefs, graced with scars, and prodigal of blood, Stern patriots who for sacred freedom stood; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given, And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven. Ne'er to these chambers where the mighty rest, Since their foundation, came a nobler guest; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. In what new region, to the just assign'd, What new employments please th' unbody'd mind? A winged Virtue through th...
Стр. 165 - Hung o'er the body of her breathless love, Try'd every art, (vain arts !) to change his doom, And vow'd (vain vows !) to join him in the tomb. What could she do ? the Fates alike deny The dead to live, or fairy forms to die.