The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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Almada ANTISTROPHE arms awful bard beauteous Behold bend beneath boast bosom bower breast British brow charms cheerful cold crown'd Cumnor dale dread dreary eyes fair fate fell fire flame fled flowers gale genius gentle gleam glide glow grief grove hallow'd hand happy head heart Heaven Hengist hill hoary honour horror House of Guise Humphry Clinker knight labours Langholm languid lawnskepe Lisbon Lord Lord Lyttelton Lusiad Mary's tomb Mickle mind Monaeses morn mourn Muse numbers nymphs o'er pale peace poem POET Portugal powre pride Queen quoth rage rapture reign rise rose round sacred scene scorn shade shore sighs smiles Smollett smyle solemn song soon soul spear Spenser strain stream Syr Martyn Tago's Tagus tear thee thine thou TOBIAS SMOLLETT toils trembling Twas virgin train virtue wave ween weeping wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE youth
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Page 85 - THE dews of summer night did fall ; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Page 88 - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
Page 223 - May numerous herds and flocks be seen: And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale; And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry embrown'd with toil; And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard ! MARK AKENSIDE.
Page 226 - THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground. Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty.
Page 87 - Rather ambition's gilded crown Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. "Then, Leicester, why, again I plead (The injured surely may repine) — Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine?
Page 86 - No lark more blithe, no flower more gay; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. " If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized?
Page 198 - A very little above its source, on the lake, stands the house of Cameron, belonging to Mr. Smollett, so embosomed in an oak wood, that we did not see it till we were within fifty yards of the door.
Page 222 - On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love; I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod th' Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread...
Page 92 - I'll to the quay And see him come ashore. For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a', There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa. And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on, My stockings pearly blue; It's a' to pleasure my gudeman, For he's baith leel and true.
Page 255 - LET the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain Who in transports of passion affects to complain, For his rage, not his love, in that frenzy is shown, And the blast that blows loudest is soon overblown.