The Works of Sir William Jones, Volum 10

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J. Stockdale and J. Walker, 1807
 

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Pàgina 375 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Pàgina 252 - What cruel answer have I heard ! And yet, by heaven, I love thee still : Can aught be cruel from thy lip...
Pàgina 274 - May this rude lay from age to age remain, A true memorial of this lovely train. Come, charming maid ! and hear thy poet sing, Thyself the rose, and he the bird of spring : Love bids him sing, and Love will be obey'd. Be gay : too soon the flowers of spring will fade.
Pàgina 376 - O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Dissension, like a vapor sinks ; And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks; Such was this heaven-loved isle, Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! No more shall freedom smile ? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more ? Since all must life resign, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the...
Pàgina 337 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Pàgina 375 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labour'd mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crown'd ; Not bays and broad-arm'd ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starr'd and spangled courts, Where low-brow'd baseness wafts perfume to pride...
Pàgina 270 - Will not these notes your timorous minds persuade? Be gay: too soon the flowers of Spring will fade. The sparkling dewdrops o'er the lilies play, Like orient pearls, or like the beams of day. If love and mirth your wanton thoughts engage, Attend, ye nymphs! (a poet's words are sage). While thus you sit beneath the trembling shade, Be gay: too soon the flowers of Spring will fade. The fresh blown rose like Zeineb's cheek appears, When pearls, like dewdrops, glitter in her ears.
Pàgina 249 - He speaks, and melts in air. The youth o'er walks of jasper takes his flight; And bounds and blazes in eternal light. A PERSIAN SONG OF HJFIZ. OWEET maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, And bid these arms thy neck infold ; That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Pàgina 260 - Ma per me, lasso, tornano i più gravi sospiri, che del cor profondo tragge quella ch' al ciel se ne portò le chiavi, e cantar augelletti e fiorir piagge e 'n belle donne oneste atti soavi sono un deserto e fere aspre e selvagge.
Pàgina 253 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, '. , Ove le belle membra Pose colei che sola a me par donna; Gentil ramo, ove piacque ( Con sospir mi rimembra ) A lei di fare al bel fianco colonna ; Erba e fior, che la gonna Leggiadra ricoverse Con l'angelico seno; Aer sacro sereno, Ov'Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse; Date udienza insieme Alle dolenti mie parole estreme.

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