The British Poets: Including Translations ...

Front Cover
C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry

From inside the book

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 321 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Page 99 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains. ' 'Tis the same with common natures, Use them kindly, they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you welL
Page 69 - Tuneful Alexis, on the Thames' fair side, The ladies' plaything, and the Muses' pride ; With merit popular, with wit polite, Easy though vain, and elegant though light ; Desiring, and deserving others...
Page 320 - On the green furze, clothed o'er with golden blooms, That fill the air with fragrance all around, The linnet sits, and tricks his glossy plumes, While o'er the wild his broken notes resound.
Page 252 - Leads the long drain along the' unfertile marsh; Bids the bleak hill with vernal verdure bloom, The haunt of flocks; and clothes the barren heath With waving harvests, and the golden grain.
Page 253 - The well-remember'd stories of their youth Recount, and shake their aged locks with joy. How fair a prospect rises to the eye, Where beauty vies in all her vernal forms, For ever pleasant, and for ever new ! Swells th' exulting thought, expands the soul, Drowning each ruder care : a blooming train Of bright ideas rushes on the mind.
Page 241 - Beauty ever-blooming dwells. A wreath of roses, dropping with the dews Of morning, circles her ambrosial locks Loose-waving o'er her shoulders : where she treads, Attendant on her steps, the blushing Spring And Summer wait, to raise the various flowers Beneath her footsteps ; while the cheerful birds Carol their joy, and hail her as she comes, Inspiring vernal love and vernal joy.
Page 321 - And count the silent moments as they pass: The winged moments, whose unstaying speed No art can stop, or in their course arrest; Whose flight shall shortly count me with the dead, And lay me down in peace with them that rest.
Page 124 - My Eloisa steals upon my eye; For ever rises in the solar ray, A phantom brighter than the blaze of day. Where'er I go the visionary guest Pants on my lip, or sinks upon my breast; Unfolds her sweets, and, throbbing to destroy, Winds round my heart in luxury of joy. While loud hosannas shake the shrines around, I hear her softer accents in the sound ; Her idol-beauties on each altar glare, And Heaven much injured has but half my prayer.
Page 47 - As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, So modest ease in beauty shines most bright. Unaiming charms with edge resistless fall, And she who means no mischief does it all.

Bibliographic information