The PolyanthosJ. T. Buckingham, 1814 |
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... thee alone , Doom'd , then , to follow some imperious Greek , A weeping captive , to the distant shores Of Argos ; there to labor at the loom For a task - mistress , and with many a sigh , But heav'd in vain , to bear the pond'rous urn ...
... thee alone , Doom'd , then , to follow some imperious Greek , A weeping captive , to the distant shores Of Argos ; there to labor at the loom For a task - mistress , and with many a sigh , But heav'd in vain , to bear the pond'rous urn ...
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... thee , trembling , weeping , captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to design , And woes , of which so large a part was thine ! To bear the victor's hard commands , or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring . There , while ...
... thee , trembling , weeping , captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to design , And woes , of which so large a part was thine ! To bear the victor's hard commands , or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring . There , while ...
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... thee sigh , nor see thee weep . In Homer we have no such thing as My early youth was bred to martial pains ; POPE . but we find something like it in Dryden's translation of this passage : Early in rugged arms I took delight . So this ...
... thee sigh , nor see thee weep . In Homer we have no such thing as My early youth was bred to martial pains ; POPE . but we find something like it in Dryden's translation of this passage : Early in rugged arms I took delight . So this ...
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... thee to muse , to mourn- To trace again those fields of yore- Believing every hillock green Contains no fabled hero's ashes- And that around the undoubted scene Thine own " broad Hellespont " still dashes- Be long my lot - and cold were ...
... thee to muse , to mourn- To trace again those fields of yore- Believing every hillock green Contains no fabled hero's ashes- And that around the undoubted scene Thine own " broad Hellespont " still dashes- Be long my lot - and cold were ...
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... thee to thy second childhood . " The timid girl of thirty smiled scornfully , and gave place to a languishing and pale beauty , who sighed out these words : - " Twenty times a day all my powers forsake me ; I dare assert that no one ...
... thee to thy second childhood . " The timid girl of thirty smiled scornfully , and gave place to a languishing and pale beauty , who sighed out these words : - " Twenty times a day all my powers forsake me ; I dare assert that no one ...
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Page 103 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 21 - Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? (?) Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Page 48 - And guid'st the pilgrim to his home. Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath Embalms the soft exhaling dew, Where dying winds a sigh bequeath To kiss the cheek of rosy hue : — Where...
Page 183 - Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where Friendship full exerts her softest power, Perfect esteem enlivened by desire Ineffable, and sympathy of soul ; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will, With boundless confidence : for nought but love Can answer love, and render bliss secure.
Page 294 - Mr. Chillingworth had spent all his younger time in disputations and had arrived at so great a mastery, that he was inferior to no man in those skirmishes ; but he had, with his notable perfection in this exercise, contracted such an irresolution and habit of doubting, that by degrees he grew confident of nothing.
Page 59 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 80 - Society for alleviating the miseries of public persons; and the Pennsylvania Society, for promoting the abolition of slavery, the relief of free negroes unlawfully held in bondage, and the improvement of the condition of the African race.
Page 185 - Although reason were intended by Providence to govern our passions, yet it seems that, in two points of the greatest moment to the being and continuance of the world, God hath intended our passions to prevail over reason. The first is, the propagation of our species, since no wise man ever married from the dictates of reason. The other is, the love of life, which, from the dictates of reason, every man would despise, and wish it at an end, or that it never had a beginning.
Page 21 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Page 13 - Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.