The British Poets: Including Translations ...

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C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry

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Page 151 - Tis ours this son of sorrow to relieve, Cheer the sad heart, nor let affliction grieve. By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Page 251 - Talk not of ruling, in this dolorous gloom, Nor think vain words (he cried) can ease my doom. Rather I 'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
Page 202 - I then approach'd him reeking with their gore, And held the brimming goblet foaming o'er : " Cyclop! since human flesh has been thy feast, Now drain this goblet, potent to digest: Know hence what treasures in our ship we lost, And what rich liquors other climates boast.
Page 124 - THE saffron Morn, with early blushes spread, Now rose refulgent from Tithonus' bed ; With new-born day to gladden mortal sight, And gild the courts of Heaven with sacred light...
Page 238 - If this the gods prepare, What Heaven ordains the wise with courage bear. But say, why yonder on the lonely strands, Unmindful of her son, Anticlea stands? Why to the ground she bends her downcast eye? Why is she silent, while her son is nigh? The latent cause, O sacred seer, reveal!' '"Nor this (replies the seer) will I conceal.
Page 266 - Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves, Boisterous and gentle sounds.
Page 318 - O thou ! that dost thy happy course prepare With pure libations, and with solemn prayer ; By that dread power to whom thy vows are paid ; By all the lives of these ; thy own dear head ; Declare, sincerely to no foe's demand, Thy name, thy lineage, and paternal land.
Page 85 - Diocleus' stately seat (Of Alpheus' race), the weary youths retreat. His house affords the hospitable rite, And pleased they sleep (the blessing of the night). But when Aurora, daughter of the dawn, With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn, Again they mount, their journey to renew, And from the sounding portico they flew.
Page 214 - Within a long recess a bay there lies, Edged round with cliffs high pointing to the skies, The jutting shores that swell on either side Contract its mouth, and break the rushing tide. Our eager sailors seize the fair retreat, And bound within the port their crowded fleet ; For here retired the sinking billows sleep, And smiling calmness silvered o'er the deep.
Page 184 - And if (he cried) my words affect thy mind, Far from thy mind those words, ye whirlwinds, bear, And scatter them, ye storms, in empty air! Crown, O ye heavens, with joy his peaceful hours, And grant him to his spouse, and native shores.

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