Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsR. Phillips, 1806 - 233 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... Hymen , bad'st the jocund lay That hailed thy festive season , die away , Changed for the sighs of woe , and groans of deep dismay . See Notes 7 , 8 . FROM ANYTE . I. Unhappy Delia , when the hand A 3 FROM ERINNE. ...
... Hymen , bad'st the jocund lay That hailed thy festive season , die away , Changed for the sighs of woe , and groans of deep dismay . See Notes 7 , 8 . FROM ANYTE . I. Unhappy Delia , when the hand A 3 FROM ERINNE. ...
Pàgina 13
... sigh , Impending age , and youth that hastens by ; Swift as a thought the flowing moments roll , Swift as the racer speeds to reach the goal . How rich , how happy the contented guest , Who leaves the banquet soon , and sinks to rest ...
... sigh , Impending age , and youth that hastens by ; Swift as a thought the flowing moments roll , Swift as the racer speeds to reach the goal . How rich , how happy the contented guest , Who leaves the banquet soon , and sinks to rest ...
Pàgina 20
... sigh of deep repose . " The howling wind , the raging sea ,. " No terror can excite in thee ; " The angry surges wake no care " That burst above thy long deep hair , " But couldst thou feel what I deplore , " Then would I bid thee sleep ...
... sigh of deep repose . " The howling wind , the raging sea ,. " No terror can excite in thee ; " The angry surges wake no care " That burst above thy long deep hair , " But couldst thou feel what I deplore , " Then would I bid thee sleep ...
Pàgina 30
... sigh for regions of unchanging night , And sicken at the day's repeated light .. Oh guide me hence , sweet spirit , to that bourn , Where in thy presence I shall cease to mourn . See Note 23 . II . Not here , O thirsty traveller , stoop ...
... sigh for regions of unchanging night , And sicken at the day's repeated light .. Oh guide me hence , sweet spirit , to that bourn , Where in thy presence I shall cease to mourn . See Note 23 . II . Not here , O thirsty traveller , stoop ...
Pàgina 62
... toasted Who lived in Noah's time . But now her days of love are over , Of ogling and of sighing , " Twere wise no more to seek a lover , But think at last of dying . II . Tom prudently thinking his labour ill spar'd If 62.
... toasted Who lived in Noah's time . But now her days of love are over , Of ogling and of sighing , " Twere wise no more to seek a lover , But think at last of dying . II . Tom prudently thinking his labour ill spar'd If 62.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 127 - For others' good, or melt at others' woe. What can atone (oh, ever injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd!
Pàgina 159 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Pàgina 147 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pàgina 144 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pàgina l - em, which I had just purchased, and gave him one ; and, at this moment that I am telling it, my heart smites me that there was more of pleasantry in the conceit of seeing how an ass would eat a macaroon, than of benevolence in giving him one, which presided in the act.
Pàgina 167 - But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery. And their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
Pàgina 166 - For God created man to be immortal, and made him to be an image of his own eternity. Nevertheless, through envy of the devil came death into the world : and they that do hold of his side do find it.
Pàgina 24 - I'll wreath my sword in myrtle bough, The sword that laid the tyrant low, When patriots, burning to be free, To Athens gave equality. " Harmodius, hail ! though reft of breath, Thou ne'er shall feel the stroke of death! The heroes' happy isles shall be The bright abode allotted thee.
Pàgina 155 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Pàgina 23 - All human things are subject to decay : And well the man of Chios tuned his lay — ' Like leaves on trees the race of man is found ; ' Yet few receive the melancholy sound, Or in their breasts imprint this solemn truth, For hope is near to all, but most to youth. Hope's vernal season leads the laughing hours, And strews o'er every path the fairest flowers : To cloud the scene, no distant mists appear ; Age moves no thought, and death awakes no fear. Ah ! how unmindful is the giddy...