The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Arethusa arms Bacchus behold betray'd bless'd blood breast breath bright Cadmus call'd Cephalus Cepheus Cephisus Ceres charms clouds Clytius confess'd cries crown'd Cythnos dart daughter death Deucalion E'en earth Enipeus express'd eyes face fair fame fatal fate father fear fire fix'd flame flew flies fury goddess gods golden grace grief ground hair hand haste head heard heart heaven heavenly Jove Juno knew light limbs Lycia maid Medea Metamorphoses mortal mother mourn neck night numbers nymph o'er Ovid Pallas pass'd passion Pentheus Perseus Phaëton Philomela Phineus Phocus Phoebus plain possess'd press'd Procris pursue queen rage revenge rise seas seem'd shade shore show'd sight sire sister skies slain soft spoke spring steeds stood Story streams strove survey'd tears Tereus thee Theseus thou Thrace Tiresias tongue transform'd trembling turn'd view'd virgin voice waves wind wings woods wound wretched youth
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الصفحة 66 - As when th' impatient greyhound slipt from far, Bounds o'er the glebe, to course the fearful hare, She in her speed does all her safety lay; And he with double speed pursues the prey; O'er-runs her at the sitting turn, and licks His chaps in vain, and blows upon the flix, She scapes, and for the...
الصفحة 47 - The Golden Age was first; when man yet new No rule but uncorrupted reason knew; And, with a native bent, did good pursue. Unforced by punishment, unawed by fear, His words were simple, and his soul sincere. Needless was written law, where none oppressed; The law of man was written in his breast. No suppliant crowds before the judge appeared; 120 No court erected yet, nor cause was heard; But all was safe, for conscience was their guard.
الصفحة 130 - I see ; The gay delusion is a part of me. I kindle up the fires by which I burn, And my own beauties from the well return. Whom should I court ? how utter my complaint ? Enjoyment but produces my restraint, And too much plenty makes me die for want. How gladly would I from myself remove ! And at a distance set the thing I love. My breast is warmed with such unusual fire, I wish him absent whom I most desire.
الصفحة 128 - The well-turn'd neck and shoulders he descries, The spacious forehead, and the sparkling eyes; The hands that Bacchus might not scorn to show, And hair that round Apollo's head might flow, With all the purple youthfulness of face, That gently blushes in the watry glass.
الصفحة 245 - I see the right, and I approve it too ; Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
الصفحة 89 - The breathless Phaeton, with flaming hair, Shot from the chariot, like a falling star, That in a summer's evening from the top Of heaven drops down, or seems at least to drop ; Till on the Po his blasted corpse was hurl'd, Far from his country, in the western world.
الصفحة 57 - Athenian and Boeotian lands, The bound of fruitful fields, while fields they were, But then a field of waters did appear: Parnassus is its name; whose forky rise Mounts through the clouds, and mates the lofty skies. High on the summit of this dubious cliff, Deucalion, wafting, moored his little skiff.
الصفحة 130 - Ah youth ! belov'd in vain," the nymph replies. " Farewel," says he ; the parting sound scarce fell From his faint lips, but she reply'd, " Farewel." Then on th' unwholesome earth he gasping lies. Till death shuts up those self-admiring eyes. To the cold shades his flitting ghost retires, And in the Stygian waves itself admires. For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, Whom the sad Echo answers in her turn ; And now the sister-nymphs prepare his urn : When, looking for his corpse, they only found...
الصفحة 112 - O'er fields and meadows, seated on the god. He gently march'd along, and by degrees Left the dry meadow, and approach'd the seas ; Where now he dips his hoofs and wets his thighs, Now plunges in, and carries off the prize. The frighted nymph looks backward on the shore, And hears the tumbling billows round her roar ; But still she holds him fast : one hand is borne, Upon his back ; the other grasps a horn : Her train of ruffling garments flies behind, Swells in the air, and hovers in the wind.
الصفحة 75 - The wideness of her jaws and nostrils cease: Her hoofs to hands return, in little space: The five long taper fingers take their place; And nothing of the heifer now is seen, Beside the native whiteness of the skin.