The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Almighty arms Bavius bay grape bear beautiful bless'd bliss botanical name Boyse breast bright cacao cane Castle Kennedy charms Clarissa's clime colour death delight distant divine e'en earth eternal Eurus fair fame fate fire flame flowers fond French call fruit Grainger green grows hand hath heart Heaven heavenly honours Indian island isles James Grainger juice labour land Leeward Islands let thy light Lord Lord Stormont mind mountain muscovado Muse native Nature night numbers o'er plant planter pleased poem praise rain rise round sacred SAMUEL BOYSE scene shade shine shrub sight sing skies slaves smile soil song soon soul soursop Spaniards species spread streams sugar sugarcane swains sweet taste Theana thee thine Tibullus toil tree vast vex'd virtue wave West Indies whence wholesome wild William Shenstone wind wing Wisdom yield youth
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Страница 17 - O Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Страница 20 - I'll sing Whence the changing seasons spring ; Tell how storms deform the skies, Whence the waves subside and rise, Trace the comet's blazing tail, Weigh the planets in a scale ; Bend, great God, before thy shrine ; The bournless macrocosm's thine. Since in each scheme of life I've fail'd, And disappointment seems entail'd...
Страница 19 - When all nature's hush'd asleep, Nor love, nor, guilt, their vigils keep, Soft you leave your cavern'd den, « And wander o'er the works of men ; But when Phosphor brings the dawn, By her dappled coursers drawn, Again you to the wild retreat, And the early huntsman meet, Where, as you pensive...
Страница 25 - Anytus* — for a foe ? Intrepid virtue triumphs over fate ; . , The good can never be unfortunate. And be this maxim graven in thy mind ; The height of virtue is, to serve mankind.
Страница 154 - He sat up in bed with the blanket wrapt about him, through which he had cut a hole large enough to admit his arm, and placing the paper upon his knee, scribbled in the best manner he could the verses he was obliged to make.
Страница 41 - Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
Страница 24 - Though man's ungrateful, or though Fortune frown ; Is the reward of worth a song, or crown ? Nor yet unrecompens'd are Virtue's pains, Good Allen lives, and bounteous Brunswick reigns. On each condition disappointments wait, Enter the hut, and force the guarded gate.
Страница 142 - And sunburnt labour loves its breezy shade. Their graceful screen let kindred plantanes join, And with their broad vans shiver in the breeze ; So flames design'd, or by imprudence caught, Shall spread no ruin to the neighbouring roof. Yet nor the sounding margin of the main, Nor gently sloping side of breezy hill, Nor streets, at distance due, imbower'd in trees, Will half the health, or half the pleasure yield, Unless some pitying Naiad deign to lave, With an unceasing stream, thy thirsty bounds.
Страница 41 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Страница 19 - ... strewed with flowers her virgin urn. And late in Hagley you were seen, With bloodshot eyes, and sombre mien ; Hymen his yellow vestment tore, And Dirge a wreath of cypress wore. But chief your own the solemn lay That wept Narcissa young and gay ; Darkness...