New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volume 6C. and C. Whittingham, 1824 |
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... Hear ! how the nightingales ... Sir W. Jones . 213 The Cloud Messenger ..... H. H. Wilson . 216 Description of a Hindu Beauty ........ Broughton . 224 Verses written after being at Sea for the first Ode - Behold where yon blue rivulet ...
... Hear ! how the nightingales ... Sir W. Jones . 213 The Cloud Messenger ..... H. H. Wilson . 216 Description of a Hindu Beauty ........ Broughton . 224 Verses written after being at Sea for the first Ode - Behold where yon blue rivulet ...
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... hear the rein , and answer to thy hand ; But if , unhappy , we desert the fight , Thy voice alone can animate their flight : Else shall our fates be number'd with the dead , And these , the victor's prize , in triumph led . Thine be the ...
... hear the rein , and answer to thy hand ; But if , unhappy , we desert the fight , Thy voice alone can animate their flight : Else shall our fates be number'd with the dead , And these , the victor's prize , in triumph led . Thine be the ...
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... hear thee sigh , nor see thee weep . ' Thus having spoke , the ' illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy . The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast , Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest ...
... hear thee sigh , nor see thee weep . ' Thus having spoke , the ' illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy . The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast , Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest ...
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... hear A faithful speech that knows nor art nor fear : What in my secret soul is understood , My tongue shall utter , and my deeds make good . Let Greece then know my purpose I retain : Nor with new treaties vex my peace in vain . Who ...
... hear A faithful speech that knows nor art nor fear : What in my secret soul is understood , My tongue shall utter , and my deeds make good . Let Greece then know my purpose I retain : Nor with new treaties vex my peace in vain . Who ...
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... hear with oars the Hellespont resound . The third day hence shall Phthia greet our sails , If mighty Neptune send propitious gales ; Phthia to her Achilles shall restore The wealth he left for this detested shore : Thither the spoils of ...
... hear with oars the Hellespont resound . The third day hence shall Phthia greet our sails , If mighty Neptune send propitious gales ; Phthia to her Achilles shall restore The wealth he left for this detested shore : Thither the spoils of ...
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Admetus Æneas Armida arms AUSONIUS beam beauteous behold bend beneath bird bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom boughs breast breath bright brow charms Cocytus coursers crown'd dark dart dear death deep delight doom'd dread e'en earth eyes fade fair falchion fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers fond gale gaze glow gods gold golden grace grief hand hast heart heaven hour Jove LATIN Lausus LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light limbs lips maid MELEAGER Mezentius mighty mourn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd PAUL THE SILENTIARY Phlegethon plain press'd pride rage repose rest Rhadamanthus Rodomont roll'd rose round seem'd shade shining shore sighs silvan Simoïs sire SIRMIO skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring steeds stream sweet Tartarus tears tempest thee thine thou toil trembling vermil voice waves wild wildgrave winds wound wretched youth
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Page 12 - My soul impels me to the' embattled plains ; Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories and my own. ' Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bfend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Page 260 - To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had toll'd...
Page 202 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Page 12 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share: Oh, prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Page 36 - Visits each plant, and waters all the ground: While that in pipes beneath the palace flows, And thence its current on the town bestows; To various use their various streams they bring, The People one, and one supplies the King.
Page 27 - Think each office paid, Whate'er can rest a discontented shade ; But grant one last embrace, unhappy boy! Afford at least that melancholy joy.
Page 26 - He spoke : they hear him, and the word obey ; The rage of hunger and of thirst allay, Then ease in sleep the labours of the day. But great Pelides...
Page 73 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
Page 6 - He hides the hero with his mighty shade, And threats aloud ! the Greeks with longing eyes Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides stoops ; and from the fields Heaved with vast force, a rocky fragment wields. Not two strong men the...
Page 72 - O mother ! — I am wounded through I die with pain— in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing — A bee it was — for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.