The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... rise , And hang upon the gently purling brook , There by the ' incumbent atmosphere compress'd : The panting chase grows warmer as he flies , And through the net - work of the skin perspires ; Leaves a long - streaming trail behind ...
... rise , And hang upon the gently purling brook , There by the ' incumbent atmosphere compress'd : The panting chase grows warmer as he flies , And through the net - work of the skin perspires ; Leaves a long - streaming trail behind ...
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... rising pyramids that grace his yard , And counts his large increase ; his barns are stored , And groaning stadles bend beneath their load . All now is free as air , and the gay pack In the rough bristly stubbles range unblamed ; No ...
... rising pyramids that grace his yard , And counts his large increase ; his barns are stored , And groaning stadles bend beneath their load . All now is free as air , and the gay pack In the rough bristly stubbles range unblamed ; No ...
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... rising sun that o'er the ' horizon peeps , As many colours from their glossy skins Beaming reflects , as paint the various bow When April showers descend . Delightful scene ! Where all around is gay ; men , horses , dogs , And in each ...
... rising sun that o'er the ' horizon peeps , As many colours from their glossy skins Beaming reflects , as paint the various bow When April showers descend . Delightful scene ! Where all around is gay ; men , horses , dogs , And in each ...
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... those towering Above the humble copse aspiring rise , [ oaks , What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Upon our ravish'd ears ! the hunters shout , The clanging horns swell their sweet - winding notes , B. II . 39 THE CHASE .
... those towering Above the humble copse aspiring rise , [ oaks , What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Upon our ravish'd ears ! the hunters shout , The clanging horns swell their sweet - winding notes , B. II . 39 THE CHASE .
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... rise the pavilions proud , Their silken streamers waving in the wind ? Why neighs the warrior - horse ? From tent to tent , Why press in crowds the buzzing multitude ? Why shines the polish'd helm , and pointed lance , This way and that ...
... rise the pavilions proud , Their silken streamers waving in the wind ? Why neighs the warrior - horse ? From tent to tent , Why press in crowds the buzzing multitude ? Why shines the polish'd helm , and pointed lance , This way and that ...
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ALLAN RAMSAY arms Aurengzebe bard behold beneath blank verse bless bless'd blood bold brave breast bright brow brute burlesque charms chase clouds courser crowd dastard dear delight despair distress'd dread e'er earth eyes fair fame fate feast fierce fix'd flies flood fond glorious Gorgonius grace ground groves hand happy head heart Heaven heroes hills Hobbinol honour hopes hounds Hudibras humble huntsman Jove kind king labour lost loud merry mighty Muse Nemesianus night Numps nymph o'er o'er the plain once Oppian Ovid pack pain panting Phidias pleasing poor praise prey pride prize proud pursue race rage reigns rich rise shade shine shore smiles soon soul stream swains sweet thee thou throne trembling triumphs twas tyrant vale Vale of Evesham vex'd view'd virtue voice wanton waves WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise woods wounds wretch younker youth
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Страница 155 - If this pale rose offend your sight, It in your bosom wear, 'Twill blush to find itself less white, And turn Lancastrian there.
Страница 33 - Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mong the tufts Of ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant Curious they crop, sick, Spiritless, forlorn. These inauspicious days, on other cares Employ thy precious hours ; th' improving friend With open arms embrace, and from his lips Glean science, season'd with good-natur'd wit.
Страница 62 - ... harmonious din, the soldier deems The battle kindling, and the statesman grave Forgets his weighty cares; each age, each sex, In the wild transport joins; luxuriant joy, And pleasure in excess, sparkling exult On every brow, and revel unrestrain'd.
Страница 36 - No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd : But courteous now he levels every fence, Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field.
Страница 52 - Heavens! what melodious strains! how beat our hearts Big with tumultuous joy! the loaded gales Breathe harmony; and as the tempest drives From wood to wood, through every dark recess The forest thunders, and the mountains shake.
Страница 74 - Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing, Nor stoops so low ; of these each groom can tell The proper remedy. But O ! what care ! What prudence can prevent madness, the worst Of maladies ? Terrific pest ! that blasts The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads Thro' all th' unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd. More fatal than th' envenom'd viper's bite ; Or that Apulian spider's pois'nous sting, Heal'd by the pleasing antidote of sounds.
Страница 51 - And hurry through the woods; with hasty step Rustling, and full of hope ; now driven on heaps They push, they strive ; while from his kennel sneaks The conscious villain. See ! he skulks along, Sleek at the shepherd's cost, and plump with meals Purloin'd.
Страница 25 - What though the gripe severe Of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, Afflict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Of angry Jove ; though blasted, yet unfallen ; Still can my soul in Fancy's mirror view Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene In all its splendours...
Страница 6 - William. scious of having (at least in one production) generally pleased the world, to be plagued and threatened by wretches that are low in every sense ; to be forced to drink himself into pains of the body, in order to get rid of the pains of the mind, is a misery.
Страница 24 - In thee alone, fair land of liberty ! Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed As yet unrivall'd ; while in other climes Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race.