The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Adonis AMYNTOR beauteous beauty behold beneath Blagdon bless'd bloom blush boast bosom bower breast breath brow Cephisus charms dear death delight divine dwell E'en Edmund Cartwright fair fame Fancy Fancy's fate favour'd fear fled flow flower fond gale genial genius gentle gloomy glory glow golden grace green grief groves happier heart honours Hope hour Hymen JOHN LANGHORNE Judas Maccabeus Langhorne life's live lonely lyre maid mind monody mountains mourn mourn'd Muse Nature Nature's nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive PETRARCH plain pleasure Plutus poem praise pride raptured reign River Eden sacred SANDGATE CASTLE scenes shade shepherd shore sigh silvan skies sleep smile soft song sooth sorrow soul strain stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought toil trembling truth vale village maid virtue voice wake wave weeping wild wing ye sung youth
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Сторінка 120 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Сторінка 48 - Why seeks he with unwearied toil Through death's dim walks to urge his way, Reclaim his long-asserted spoil, And lead oblivion into day ? LANGHORNE.
Сторінка 47 - Of them who, wrapt in earth so cold, No more the smiling day shall view, Should many a tender tale be told, For many a tender thought is due.
Сторінка 90 - Soon, with their objects, other woes are past, But pains from those we love are pains that last. Though faults or follies from Reproach may fly, Yet in its shade the tender passions die. Love, like the flower that courts the Sun's kind ray, Will flourish only in the smiles of day ; Distrust's cold air the generous plant annoys, And one chill blight of dire Contempt destroys. O shun, my friend ; avoid that dangerous coast, Where peace expires, and fair affection's lost ; By wit, by grief, by anger...
Сторінка 147 - Know, Lothian is not worth one heart. Studious he marks her absent hour, And, winding far where Carron flows, Sudden he sees the fated bower, And red rage on his dark brow glows. For who is he?— Tis...
Сторінка 144 - s ranging near yon mountain's head. Scarce had one pale moon pass'd away, And fill'd her silver urn again, When in the devious chase to stray, Afar from all his woodland train, To Carron's banks his fate consign'd, And, all to shun the fervid hour, He sought some friendly shade to find, And found the visionary bower.
Сторінка 142 - Thy breath, the violet of the vale, Thy voice, the music of the shade ! Ah ! woe to thee, that Ellen's love Alone to thy soft tale would yield ! For soon those gentle arms shaft prove, The conflict of a ruder field.
Сторінка 150 - The morn is on the mountains spread, The woodlark trills his liquid strain— Can morn's sweet music rouse the dead? Give the set eye its soul again ? A shepherd of that gentler mind "Which Nature not profusely yields, • Seeks in these lonely shades to find Some wanderer from his little fields. Aghast he stands — and simple fear O'er all his paly visage glides — ' Ah me ! what means this misery here ? What fate this lady fair betides?
Сторінка 227 - The victims of ill fated love ! Heard you that agonizing throe ? Sure this is not romantic woe ! The golden day of joy is o'er; And now they part — to meet no more. Assist them, hearts from anguish free ! Assist them, sweet Humanity.
Сторінка 153 - Does nature bear a tyrant's breast ? Is she the friend of stern control ? Wears she the despot's purple vest ? Or fetters she the free-born soul ? Where, worst of tyrants, is thy claim In chains thy children's breasts to bind...