The Poetical Works of William CowperW. Smith, 1839 - 516 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxii
... GREEK VERSES- FROM THE GREEK OF JULIANUS · 191 ON THE SAME BY PALLADAS EPITAPHS BY CALLIMACHUS ON MILTIADES ON AN INFANT BY HERACLIDES ON THE REED TO HEALTH ON THE ASTROLOGERS ON AN OLD WOMAN ON INVALIDS ON FLATTERERS ON A TRUE FRIEND ...
... GREEK VERSES- FROM THE GREEK OF JULIANUS · 191 ON THE SAME BY PALLADAS EPITAPHS BY CALLIMACHUS ON MILTIADES ON AN INFANT BY HERACLIDES ON THE REED TO HEALTH ON THE ASTROLOGERS ON AN OLD WOMAN ON INVALIDS ON FLATTERERS ON A TRUE FRIEND ...
Strana 179
... Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts ; those too with which the smooth Italian his degenerate speech adorns , That witnesses his mixture with the Goth ; And ...
... Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts ; those too with which the smooth Italian his degenerate speech adorns , That witnesses his mixture with the Goth ; And ...
Strana 186
... Greeks ) was fair Electra's son ; Electra boasted Atlas for her sire , Whose shoulders high sustain the æthereal orbs . Your sire is Mercury , whom Maia bore , Sweet Maia , on Cyllene's hoary top . Her , if we credit aught tradition old ...
... Greeks ) was fair Electra's son ; Electra boasted Atlas for her sire , Whose shoulders high sustain the æthereal orbs . Your sire is Mercury , whom Maia bore , Sweet Maia , on Cyllene's hoary top . Her , if we credit aught tradition old ...
Strana 191
... GREEK OF JULIANUS . A SPARTAN , his companion slain , Alone from battle fled ; His mother , kindling with disdain That she had borne him , struck him dead ; For courage , and not birth alone , In Sparta , testifies a son ! ON THE SAME ...
... GREEK OF JULIANUS . A SPARTAN , his companion slain , Alone from battle fled ; His mother , kindling with disdain That she had borne him , struck him dead ; For courage , and not birth alone , In Sparta , testifies a son ! ON THE SAME ...
Strana 257
... Greeks , But leave her his ; nor thou , Achilles , strive With our imperial chief ; for never king , Had equal honour at the hands of Jove With Agamemnon , or was throned so high . Say thou art stronger , and art goddess - born , How ...
... Greeks , But leave her his ; nor thou , Achilles , strive With our imperial chief ; for never king , Had equal honour at the hands of Jove With Agamemnon , or was throned so high . Say thou art stronger , and art goddess - born , How ...
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Achaians Achilles ADAM Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atreus Atrides Behold beneath boast bosom brave breast breath bright call'd chariot charms chief coursers dear death Deiphobus delight Diomede divine dread dream earth Eurypylus eyes fair faith fame fear feel fill'd fire flowers form'd fruit give glory grace Greece Greecians Greeks hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hector honour hope host Idomeneus Ilium Jove king labour light live Lord LUCIFER Lycian Menelaus mind muse never night nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd Patroclus peace Peleus pleasure praise prayer Priam prove rest scene seek seem'd shalt shine sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul spear steeds stream sweet tears Telamonian Ajax Teucer thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil trembling Trojans Troy truth Tydeus verse virtue voice wind youth
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Strana 110 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Strana 161 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Strana 52 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Strana 59 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Strana 138 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Strana 165 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Strana 110 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Strana 109 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Strana 135 - Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Strana 52 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of...