Imitations and Translations from the Ancient and Modern Classics: Together with Original Poems Never Before PublishedLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1809 - 255 strán (strany) |
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Strana 83
... weeping girl immure , And heavy bolts her iron gate secure . Gate of my rival ! enemy to love ! May lightning blast thee , darted from above ! No , gentle gate ! thou'lt listen to my pray'r , Turn on thy noiseless hinge , and guide me ...
... weeping girl immure , And heavy bolts her iron gate secure . Gate of my rival ! enemy to love ! May lightning blast thee , darted from above ! No , gentle gate ! thou'lt listen to my pray'r , Turn on thy noiseless hinge , and guide me ...
Strana 87
... night the sons of fortune weep , Nor gold , nor blushing purple brings them sleep ; Celestial music breathes a fruitless strain , Murmur soft airs , and fountains flow in vain . H. F. IN AMOREM . CARMINA poscit Amor . Si non succendor 87.
... night the sons of fortune weep , Nor gold , nor blushing purple brings them sleep ; Celestial music breathes a fruitless strain , Murmur soft airs , and fountains flow in vain . H. F. IN AMOREM . CARMINA poscit Amor . Si non succendor 87.
Strana 131
... weep the dewy shrubs , and droop the flowers , How fades the green from the deserted bowers ; The leafy honours die on every tree , And all the spring appears to mourn with me . Too cruel boy ! must you alone disdain To hear my passion ...
... weep the dewy shrubs , and droop the flowers , How fades the green from the deserted bowers ; The leafy honours die on every tree , And all the spring appears to mourn with me . Too cruel boy ! must you alone disdain To hear my passion ...
Strana 134
... weep the more because you weep in vain . ' There on some silent morn , or pensive eve , My watchful spirit shall your soul receive : And , whilst the swains a common grave prepare For one contented , ever constant pair , Bear high away ...
... weep the more because you weep in vain . ' There on some silent morn , or pensive eve , My watchful spirit shall your soul receive : And , whilst the swains a common grave prepare For one contented , ever constant pair , Bear high away ...
Strana 150
... weeping eye * . But Coila's nymphs his fair immortal themes With constant tears augment the swelling streams . The silent echos in their rocky seats , Mourn for the song thy voice no more repeats . The trees their fruit , the shrubs ...
... weeping eye * . But Coila's nymphs his fair immortal themes With constant tears augment the swelling streams . The silent echos in their rocky seats , Mourn for the song thy voice no more repeats . The trees their fruit , the shrubs ...
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Strana 25 - ... palaces, navigation, &c. but now sallow, &c. are rejected, and nothing but oak any where regarded ; and yet see the change ; for when our houses were builded of willow, then had we oaken men ; but now that our houses are come to be made of oak, our men are not only become willow, but a great many altogether of straw, which is a sore alteration.
Strana 193 - Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass — Oh! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Strana 193 - My heart in all, — save hope, — the same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart, be still, or break.
Strana 190 - WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below ; When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been : But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Strana 56 - ... cum prorepserunt primis animalia terris, mutum et turpe pecus, glandem atque cubilia propter unguibus et pugnis, dein fustibus atque ita porro pugnabant armis, quae post fabricaverat usus, donec verba, quibus voces sensusque notarent, nominaque invenere; dehinc absistere bello, oppida coeperunt munire et ponere leges, ne quis fur esset neu latro neu quis adulter.
Strana 190 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Strana 205 - Then the season of youth and its vanities past, For refuge we fly to the goblet at last ; There we find — do we not ? — in the flow of the soul, That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl. 'When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth, And Misery's triumph commenced over Mirth, Hope was left, — was she not ? — but the goblet we kiss, And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss.
Strana 63 - Vellunt tibi barbam Lascivi pueri ; quos tu nisi fuste coerces, Urgeris turba circum te stante miserque Rumperis et latras, magnorum maxime regum. Ne longum faciam : dum tu quadrante lavatum Rex ibis...
Strana 44 - Iracundior est paulo ? minus aptus acutis Naribus horum hominum ? rideri possit, eo quod Rusticius tonso toga defluit, et male laxus In pede calceus haeret ? At est bonus, ut melior vir Non alius quisquam : at tibi amicus : at ingenium ingens Inculto latet hoc sub corpore.
Strana 42 - Bacche ! modo summa Voce, modo hac resonat quae chordis quattuor ima. Nil aequale homini fuit ffli ; saepe velut qui Currebat fugiens hostem, persaepe velut qui 10 Junonis sacra ferret ; habebat saepe ducentos, Saepe decem servos ; modo reges atque tetrarchas, Omnia magna loquens ; modo, " Sit mihi mensa tripes et Concha salis puri et toga quae defendere frigus Quamvis crassa queat.